As Armaan stood in the doorway of the morgue, gazing at Abhira's lifeless form, his heart shattered into a million pieces. The room spun around him, and he felt like he was drowning in a sea of despair. Armaan was broken entirely today. His Abhira, his jaan is no more.
"Why would you do this Abhira? How could you leave your armaan behind ha? Have you thought about what will happen to your armaan? Mera tumhare alawa aur koi nahi Abhira." Armaan thought brokenly.
Suddenly the rage came back. The sangeet event was playing like a broken tape recorder in his mind. The anger he felt at the Poddars just multiplied tenfold. All were criminals of his wife.
"How could they do this to her?" Armaan thought, his mind racing with anguish. "How could they crush her spirit, snuff out her light?"
Memories flooded his mind: Abhira's bright smile, her infectious laughter, her gentle touch. He remembered the way she'd curl up in his arms, seeking solace from the world. How she cutely held his shirt's sleeve.
And now, she's gone.
Armaan's thoughts turned to his family, their cruel words and heartless actions replaying like a vicious tape. He had tried to shield Abhira, to protect her from their toxicity, but he failed apparently. Vidya Poddar's cruel words were repeatedly telecasted in his ears. His anger on that woman just grew. He always knew the rest were beyond humanity. But at least Vidya Poddar could have controlled herself, but she proved she was an excellent step mother. His anger grew beyond control now. And the other player who actually started this game of Abhira's downfall, Roohi Poddar. Oh he is going to give her so much pain that she won't ever forget in lifetime. He is going to ruin her beyond recognition.
Roohi's obsession, her relentless pursuit of Abhira's downfall, it all came crashing down on him. His brother's arrogance and torment, his mothers' indifference, they all played a part in destroying his wife.
A wave of rage washed over Armaan, mingling with his grief. He felt his heart breaking, fragmenting into sharp shards that cut him from the inside out.
"I'll make them pay," Armaan vowed, his thoughts cold, hard steel. "I'll make them regret every word, every hurtful glance. I will make them regret their existence."
With a deep breath, Armaan steeled himself for the confrontation ahead. He will ruin the Poddars tonight and no one will be safe from his anger.
Armaan called people. His players. He aired every single dirty corrupt secret of the Poddar firm. Every single criminal they saved, every single fraud committed, every murder proved innocent by deceit, the corruption, the atrocities committed against the poor behind the doors of the firm. Everything was being aired with irrefutable proof. The shares were immediately being withdrawn.
Armaan angrily moved towards the house, Abhira's body along with him. They will rue the day they decided to break his Abhira.
Armaan entered the Poddar hell for the last time,
Kaveri and Sanjay were calling people trying to stop the news, but nothing was working. Their dirty laundry was vastly spreading like a forest fire. Burning everything along.
Kaveri looked at Armaan and her anger rose, and she shouted,
"Yeh kya kiya tumne? Tumhari himmat kaise huyi hamari izzat ko mitane ki? Sabit kar diya tumne ki tum hamara khoon nahi ho? Hum tumhe sadak se uthakar laye? Aur tumne yeh sila diya. Tumhe toh hume Lana hi nahi chahiye tha. Manhus kahike."
Armaan's dam of anger burst opened, and he shouted back loudly,
"Maine wahi Kiya Jo aap jaisi ghatiya aurat deserve karti hai. Aaj aap logo ke wajah se meri Abhira mar gayi."
