What happens if the guy you truly love takes you for granted?
What happens if you are treated like a slave in your own house?
What happens if he accuses you of not trusting him when he doesn't trust you?
What happens if a guy has to choose between...
After Akash and Arnav left the house, I followed them, staying at a safe distance to avoid suspicion. My heart pounded with anticipation as I watched Arnav's car take a sharp turn, veer off the road, and plummet down the hill. The moment the car erupted into flames, I couldn't contain myself—I burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the silence of the night.
Finally, my plan had succeeded. It was I who had manipulated Di into tampering with the brakes, planting the seed that either Khushi or Arnav needed to be eliminated. To my advantage, Khushi had left with her irritating baby the day before, leaving Arnav to face the deadly consequences alone. My luck couldn't have been better.
Still grinning, I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Bhai's number to share the "good" news.
Me - Bhai!!! Guess what?
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Bhai (shocked): Sheetal!! You know you can't call me bhai. My dear saale sahab will be tracking your number and...
Me (angry) - Stop!!! Arnav died
Bhai (surprised) - Are you sure?
Me (laughing) - Yes, I saw his car burnt down. Want to see a photo?
Bhai (laughing) - Of course
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I quickly send a photo to Bhai, who laughs as he sees it.
Bhai (laughing): Khushiji and Saale Sahab are finally out of the way... now it's time for Akash to meet his end.
Me (smiling): I doubt he'll even be fit to manage the business after witnessing his brother's death (laughs).
Suddenly, I hear the distant wail of sirens from an ambulance and police vehicles. Panic sets in as I realize I might be caught. I rush back to the Raizada Mansion, my heart racing, but fortunately, I manage to evade detection. It seems luck is on my side today.
Back in my room, I find my adopted son, Aarav, engrossed in his colouring. I brush past him, changing quickly to head out to the club with Bhai to celebrate our success.
Aarav (coming to me): Mummy!! Where are you going? Can I come? I'm hungry.
Me (irritated): Stop it, Aarav! I'm not taking you, and it's none of your business where I'm going. I don't care that you're hungry. Go to Anjali Maa and ask her to feed you. After all, the only useful thing she can do is look after you, considering she betrayed her own brother and sister-in-law.
