'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their desti...
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QOTD : "Kurti or Saree?"
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Niskarsh came forward and stood directly in front of the woman. She trembled as she stuttered, "Ni... Nis... Niskarsh!"
Niskarsh's face was completely expressionless. He smiled and said, "Oh...!! Do you remember me? I thought you would have forgotten me by now, Mrs. Anamika Bedi! So, your son has been gone for three months, right?"
Yes...!! At this moment, Anamika Bedi was sitting bound to a chair right in front of Niskarsh. She was the same Anamika who met Niskarsh upon his return from Canada, but today, the Anamika in front of him was like night and day compared to before. This Anamika was no longer the same person. She looked paled, her eyes weary, as if her son's death had completely shattered her. Niskarsh was quite pleased with this Anamika. It was this Anamika who had once tortured his mother to the same state.
Upon hearing about Abhimaan’s death, there was no fear or anger visible in Anamika's eyes anymore. It seemed that if this were happening in Anamika's control, she would swallow Niskarsh whole with her eyes. Niskarsh looked into her eyes and, with a bitter smile on his lips, said, "Just as you died for this world, your son also died."
Upon hearing these words, Anamika looked at Niskarsh with astonishment. These were the same words she had said to Archana Ji when she asked about her son, Niskarsh. As she was still pondering this, Niskarsh approached her with clenched teeth and said angrily, "Is this what you said to my Maa? Huh? Is this what you said? That her son is dead. Speak!"
Anamika couldn't understand how Niskarsh knew all this. She trembled as she spoke, "Ha-have... you-have you... have you m-met her? Archana... is Archana with you?"
Niskarsh just lightly smiled at her words. He said, "My Maa, you people wanted to imprison her, give her a life of hell, right? Now it's my turn. I will give it to you. A death worse than hell. Such a death that history will remember, one of the most painful deaths. Such a death that before it comes, you will kill a thousand deaths. I will take the price of every tear of my mother's, I will take it out drop by drop from your body, Anamika Bedi!"
Upon hearing Niskarsh's words, Anamika's soul trembled. What will happen now? Will Niskarsh really do all this to her? Crying, she said, "Niskarsh! Please let me go. Forgive me. I will apologize to Archana. I am ready to beg at her feet. Please let me go."
Niskarsh said, "Perhaps my mother also cried like this. Perhaps she also wailed like this. Perhaps she also begged for mercy, didn't she? Did you let her go? Did you spare her?"
