Timeline:- Before the Holi celebration, where Akash and Manyata have a huge fight over Uday and how she has changed after completing her training. This altercation ultimately leads to their breakup.
Dialogues: "Hinglish" & (English)
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Manyata stood on the terrace, trying to quell the storm raging within her, struggling to understand why she couldn't shake off her emotions. With only Jay and Vijay bhai in the house, she dreaded their prying eyes and cutting remarks. Though her room offered solace, it felt stifling, pushing her out onto the terrace. Just as she attempted to find peace, a voice startled her from behind.
"Well, well, dekho hamein kaun mila, Vijay bhai," (Well, well, look who we've stumbled upon, Vijay bhai,) Jay's voice dripped with mockery. "Itni udaas kyun ho jiji? Kya aapke lover boy ne aapke call ka jawab nahi diya?" (Why the long face, sister dear? Did your beloved fail to return your call?)
"Aapko kya chahiye, Jay?" (What do you want, Jay?) Manyata's voice remained calm, masking her turmoil. "Kya aapke paas iske siva aur kuchh kaam nahi hai?" (Don't you have anything better to do?)
"Hamein to bas hamari badi behen ki fikar ho rahi thi," (We're just concerned for our elder sister, that's all,) Jay retorted, his tone laden with sarcasm. "Hai na, Vijay Bhai?" (Isn't that right, Vijay bhai)
Manyata rolled her eyes, refusing to take the bait, determined to maintain her composure despite their provocation.
As Manyata attempted to leave the terrace, Jay and Vijay's taunts intensified, piercing her like venomous arrows. They sneered at her, accusing her of using Uday and asserting that she would never be worthy of becoming the queen or Uday's wife. Their words cut deep, amplifying the underlying hostility she sensed from everyone in the house. Yet, she refused to let their spite consume her, resolutely walking away from their poisonous words.
But they didn't relent, and finally, at the breaking point, Manyata's composure shattered. "Bas!" (Enough!) she shouted, her voice echoing with frustration and pain. Jay and Vijay were taken aback by her sudden outburst. Manyata seized Jay's arms, her grip tight with emotion.
"Kya aapko lagta hai ki hum yeh sab chahte the?" (Do you think this is what I wanted?) Her voice trembled with anger and hurt. "Kya hum yeh chahte the ki jis insaan ko hum apna 'pita' mante hain, woh hamare kidnapper nikle? Ya hamara bharosa aise hi tut jaaye? Ya fir hum ek hi chhat ke neeche aise logon ke saath rahein, jo humse nafrat karte hain aur har din hamein taane maarte hain?" (To discover that the man I thought was my 'father' is nothing but a kidnapper? To have my trust shattered into a million pieces? To live under the same roof with people who despise and ridicule me every single day?) She glared into Jay's eyes, her words laced with anguish and accusation. "Bataiye, Jay, kya aapko lagta hai, yehi thi hamari ichha?" (Tell me, Jay. Is this what you think I desired?)
As Manyata poured out her pent-up emotions, her voice quivered with a mixture of anger, sorrow, and desperation. "Aapko nahin pata kaisa lagta hai," (You don't know what it's like,) she exclaimed, her words cutting through the tense air. "Apne sapnon ko kurbaan karna, kyun ki aapke 'pita' college ke fees afford nahi kar sakte. Dekhawa karna ki aap theek hain, kyun ki aap unhe guilt mein nahi dekhna chahte. Yeh pata chalna ki aapka poora jeevan jhoothe asoolon par basa hai. Baar-baar ek puppet ke roop mein istemal kiya jaana. Pehle, Murali tha, aur ab Dadisa aur Udayveer." (To sacrifice your dreams because your 'father' can't afford your college fees. To pretend you are ok with it because you don't want him to feel guilty. To realize that your entire life has been built on a foundation of lies. To be used as a puppet, time and time again. First, it was Murali, and now Dadisa and Udayveer.) Her gaze bore into Jay and Vijay, challenging them to comprehend her pain.
"Han, humein pata hai ki voh hamein manipulate kar rahe hain," (Yes, I know they've been manipulating me,) Manyata continued, her tone resolute. "Hum bewakoof nahi hain." (I'm not stupid.")
Taking a step back, she struggled to control her rapid breathing, her chest heaving with emotion. Collapsing to her knees, she whispered, "Kisi ko bhi hamari fikar nahi hai. Koi hamein nahi samajhta. Sabhi hamein ek puppet banane mein busy hain jise ve control kar sakte hain. Kisi ne bhi humse ek baar bhi nahi pucha ki hum iss sab ke saath kaise deal kar rahe hain. Ke hum apne jeevan mein kya chahte hain." (Nobody cares about me. Nobody sees me for who I am. Everyone is too busy moulding me into a puppet they can control. Nobody has asked me even once how I'm dealing with all of this. What I wanted with my life.) Tears welled up in her eyes, a silent plea for understanding and compassion. "Hum bhi insaan hain," (I'm human,) she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hamare bhi emotions hain, aur hamein bhi hurt hota hai." (I have emotions, and I feel hurt as well.)
As Jay stepped forward, a wave of empathy washed over her, softening the resentment she had harboured towards Manyata. Perhaps she had been too consumed by her frustrations to recognize that Manyata's life wasn't a bed of roses either. Despite their mother and grandmother's constant praise and attention towards Manyata, they often overlooked Jay's struggles and needs. And with Uday's changing demeanour, Jay couldn't shake off the feeling of being sidelined, her presence no longer commanding the same regard from him.
At that moment, a pang of realization pierced Jay's heart – Manyata was suffering too. Beneath the facade of strength and confidence, lay a person burdened by the weight of expectations and betrayal. As Jay reached out a tentative hand towards Manyata, a silent acknowledgement between them, bridging the chasm of resentment and animosity that had divided them for so long.
In that moment of reflection, Vijay's silence spoke volumes. The realization dawned on him like a heavy weight settling on his shoulders – the elders had profoundly disrupted the lives of both his sisters. While he may have harboured ambitions of ascending to the throne himself and had unknowingly contributed to the discord between them, he couldn't deny the familial bond that connected them.
Despite his desires and actions, Vijay couldn't escape the truth: they were his sisters, blood ties that ran deep, transcending the conflicts and ambitions that had clouded their relationships. As he looked at Manyata and Jay, a sense of responsibility stirred within him, urging him to set aside his aspirations and stand by them in their time of need.
As Brijraj's voice cut through the tension, Manyata and Jay turned to see their father standing there. His unexpected presence brought a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. He approached them, his expression filled with genuine concern as he posed the question once more, "Agar hum poochein, to kya aap hamein bataingi ki aap kya chahti hain? Kya aap hamein apki madad karne dengi? Kya aap hamein ek pita ka farz nibhane dengi jo hum ab tak bhool gaye the?" (If I ask, would you tell me what you want? Would you let me help you? Would you let me fulfil the duties of a father that I have neglected so far?)
With Jay and Vijay's support, Manyata rose to her feet, her resolve strengthening with each passing moment. "Hum padhna chahte hain," (I want to study,) she declared firmly, her voice carrying a newfound determination. "Hum apne liye ek raasta banana chahte hain, is mahal ke had se bahar kuch banne ke liye. Aur sabse important, hamein is sab se ek break chahiye," (I want to carve out a path for myself, to become someone beyond the confines of this palace. And most importantly, I want a break from all of this,) she gestured towards the oppressive atmosphere surrounding them. "Isse pehle ki hum pagal ho jaaye." (Before my sanity is completely shattered.)
Jay and Vijay couldn't help but tighten their grip on Manyata's arms, their fear of losing her to the turmoil evident in their actions.
To be continued...
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Yeh meri pehli baar Hinglish mein likhne ki koshish hai, mujhe bataiye ki kya main isse jaari rakhoon ya sirf English mein hi likhoon. (This is my first attempt at writing in Hinglish. Please let me know if I should continue using it or stick to English exclusively.)
Feel free to like and comment, share your preferences, and constructive feedback to motivate further writing. Your input is valued, so please be considerate in your critiques. 🌟
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