"Bhabhi… no matter what, you're not going anywhere right now."
Vijay's voice was no longer calm.
It carried weight.
Finality.
"I don't want to argue with you either… but I know that man—Bali—has something to do with you. Because of you, my entire family is in danger… and because of you, my son Om is lying in that condition right now."
Each word burned.
"And before he lost consciousness… he said he wanted to talk to you. That means one thing—he's found out your filthy truth."
Savita's face stiffened.
Vijay took a step closer.
"So until he wakes up… you're not going anywhere. And it would be better if you listen to me… otherwise, I'll have no choice but to stop you by force."
His anger had finally broken free.
Everything that had happened—
The fear.
The helplessness.
The sight of Om on the ground—
It all came crashing out… and Savita stood right in the middle of it.
But Savita wasn't someone who backed down easily.
Her pride flared up instantly.
"Control your tongue, Vijay! You cannot keep me here against my will!"
She turned toward Manoj, her voice rising—
"Why aren't you saying anything? How long will you keep listening to this insult? You're the elder one! Doesn't a younger brother have any respect for his elder brother's wife? And you're just standing here while he humiliates me like this?"
Her words dripped with accusation.
"Some husband you are… a disgrace!"
Manoj stood there.
Silent.
Eyes locked on her.
But those eyes…
Were no longer filled with love.
They were filled with anger.
Disgust.
Before Savita could say another word—
SLAP!
A sharp, echoing sound cracked through the room.
Savita's head snapped to the side.
For a moment—
No one moved.
The sound of that slap… still ringing in the air.
Vijay.
Harsh.
Even Savita herself—
All stood frozen.
Because the one who had slapped her—
Was Manoj.
The impact was so hard that her cheek turned red instantly.
Finger marks clearly visible.
She hadn't even processed it yet—
When Harsh rushed forward, furious—
"Dad! What are you doing?! You hit Mom?!"
But the moment he came close—
SLAP! SLAP!
Two quick strikes.
Harsh stumbled back, stunned.
Now—
Everyone was shocked.
Manoj…
Had completely changed.
Savita stormed toward him, her anger exploding—
"How dare you hit me—?!"
"Enough!!"
Manoj's roar cut her off.
Dead silence followed.
Savita froze.
She stared at him… stunned.
Manoj's chest rose and fell as he spoke—
"You hid everything from me… from our daughter… God knows what kind of filthy things you and your son have been doing behind our backs!"
His voice trembled with rage.
"You're connected to one of the most dangerous men in the country… and because of that, we're running for our lives!"
He stepped closer.
"I don't even know what you've done… that a monster like him is after you!"
His eyes burned.
"Because of you… my daughter's life is in danger. My brother's family is in danger!"
A pause.
Heavy.
"Om… my son… is fighting for his life right now."
His voice broke slightly.
"And that girl… she risked her life to save us… didn't even think twice."
Then his tone hardened again.
"And you… instead of facing your mistakes… you're trying to run away and save yourself?"
Savita had no answer.
Not a single word.
Manoj pointed toward the door.
"Savita… Harsh… if either of you even tries to leave this house—"
His voice dropped… deadly calm.
"I'll hand you over to the police."
A beat.
"Or I'll personally go to that don… and tell him where you are."
That landed hard.
"I don't care anymore whether you live or die."
Another pause.
"Because you've done nothing worth living for."
His eyes turned cold.
"The right to punish you… belongs to Om."
And then—
"If he decides to kill you… I won't even feel bad."
Silence.
Crushing.
Manoj turned and walked out.
Without looking back.
As he reached the door, he said—
"Vijay… come. Om needs you."
Vijay stood there for a second…
Still processing everything.
Then he glanced once at Savita and Harsh—
And followed Manoj out.
Leaving them behind.
Broken.
Exposed.
—
Meanwhile—
Om and Maya had been shifted to the hospital's special wards.
The best doctors in the city were working on them.
Machines beeped.
Doctors rushed.
Time crawled.
Outside—
Both families waited.
Eyes fixed on the doors.
Hoping.
Praying.
Every second felt like a lifetime.
Soon, Vijay and Manoj arrived there too… joining the others in silent worry.
—
Far away—
In the depths of Delhi's underworld—
Vipul stood face to face with Bhadra.
The same Bhadra…
Who was once a powerful right-hand man.
The same Bhadra…
Whose limbs had been torn apart by Om.
And now—
His arms and legs were replaced with robotic parts.
Metal.
Cold.
Making him look even more terrifying.
He took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly.
"If you want to meet Lalu… you'll have to prove yourself first."
His eyes narrowed.
"And for that… you'll fight my fighter."
Vipul sighed lightly.
"Man… these days it feels like fighting has become a trend. Want to meet someone—fight. Want to talk—fight. Want to go home—fight."
He cracked his neck casually.
"Fine. Call your best fighter. I'll handle it."
Bhadra smirked.
"I like your attitude."
He gestured to one of his men.
"Go. Bring Fighter K."
The guard nodded and disappeared into a room.
Moments later—
He returned.
With a massive man.
Bare-chested.
Built like a tank.
He stood in front of Vipul.
Silent.
Intimidating.
Vipul glanced at him once.
Just once.
And then—
BAM!
His fist shot forward.
No warning.
No buildup.
A direct punch to the face.
The sound echoed.
The fighter's nose burst open—
Blood splattered—
And he collapsed instantly.
Unconscious.
The entire area went silent.
Everyone stared.
Stunned.
Bhadra's eyes lit up.
Then he laughed.
"Beautiful… you're a passionate fighter."
He waved his hand.
"Take him to that drunk fool."
Then he looked back at Vipul.
"And once you're done meeting Lalu… we'll have our own match."
Vipul didn't respond.
He simply followed the man.
They walked deeper…
Into a basement-like area.
Dark.
Damp.
Smelling of alcohol and decay.
In one corner—
Lying among empty bottles—
Was a man.
Long beard.
Dirty.
Looking like a beggar.
The guard pointed.
"That's Lalu."
And left.
Vipul walked closer.
Looked down at the drunken man.
And said, without wasting a second—
"I need information… about Kakbhushundi."