Bigg Boss (ANUPRE/MANPRE/PARICA SS}

CHAPTER -6

LIVING ROOM

The living room of the Bigg Boss house was a pressure cooker of tension. The digital scale on the plasma screen clearly displayed Team A's overwhelming victory, but the opposing camp was absolutely refusing to accept the result. Mr. Rishabh Bajaj stood at the center of the floor, his face white with rage, his hand pointing aggressively toward the green notes piled on the glass table. Beside him, Shalin, Tina, Paras, Rashami, and Mahira were creating an absolute ruckus, shouting over each other to drown out Team A's cheers. Only Aly Goni stood back near the kitchen island, his arms crossed, remaining completely silent. On Team A's side, Hina Khan also watched the drama with a calm, analytical expression, refusing to engage in petty screaming.

"This is an absolute mockery of the rules!" Mr. Bajaj roared, his voice cutting through the chaotic noise. "Bigg Boss, I demand an immediate disqualification! Team A has openly and shamelessly cheated in broad daylight. The rules clearly specified that we had to collect the notes that were flying in the air or scattered on the turf. It did not state that a contestant could physically assault another, create a fraudulent collision, and steal currency directly from our team's collection zone!"

"Exactly!" Tina screamed, stepping forward, her finger pointing directly at Prerna, who was sitting safely behind Manik on the couch. "This girl literally threw herself at my legs! She physically tackled me to the ground and stole our high-value bundles right out of our hands! Is physical violence allowed now, Bigg Boss? Is theft considered a strategy in this house?!"

Paras Chhabra chimed in, clapping his hands mockingly. "Waah, bhai, waah! What a brilliant 'sherni' you have there, Manik. A master thief is what she is! If you guys can't win a task fairly with physical strength, you resort to pickpocketing?"

"Shut up, Paras!" Karan Kundrra shouted back, stepping forward to shield his team. "Don't voice your frustrations here just because your entire defense strategy crumbled to pieces!"

"Oh, please, Karan!" Rashami snapped, her arms tightly crossed over her chest. "We all saw what happened. Prerna deliberately faked a fall to rob our basket. That is a direct violation of the task's sanctity."

Manik Malhotra, who had been sitting calmly while lightly tracing circles on Prerna's hand, slowly stood up. The sheer weight of his movement caused the room's volume to drop instantly. He stepped out to the front, standing chest-to-chest with the line of accusers, his expression smooth, cold, and entirely unbothered.