The demonic, hideous laughter of Sushila echoed through the royal court of Junagarh. Distorting her ugly, toothless face and looking at Arohi with pure malice, she sneered, "Ha! Ha! Ha! You brat of a co-wife! Do you think you'll live happily with your husband and children? Your children went to the house of the God of Death long ago! And that Prabhasha you're clutching as your own daughter? She is my blood, the child of my womb! No matter how much you play-act as the Queen, in the end, you have to build your home with my leftovers, you burnt-faced venomous serpent!"
The court shuddered at her poisonous laughter, but a strange, calm smile of disdain appeared on Arohi's face. Taking a step forward and locking eyes with Sushila, she said firmly, "Shut up, you foul-mouthed woman! Stop that filthy laughter and listen to me. You thought my children were dead? You are a woman of infamy; how would you know that the children of a virtuous mother carry the blessings of God Himself? They are alive today specifically to witness the end of a serpent like you. And you talk of being Prabhasha's mother? Does one become a mother simply by giving birth, you selfish creature?"
Arohi's voice rose to a thunderous roar, "I saw it myself—when your own daughter was screaming in hunger, you were busy devouring grapes to satisfy your own monstrous appetite! Your daughter's cries didn't touch you; you were intoxicated by your own beauty and power. You are not fit to be a mother! Prabhasha is a part of my husband, and because she is a part of Aditya, she is dearer to me than my own life. From today, Prabhasha is my daughter alone!"
Fuming with rage, Sushila snapped, "Where did your two children come from, you witch? Did you bring them down from the sky with your illusions?"
Arohi stood tall and replied, "Yes, you wretched devil—Sushila! Both of my children are alive. Do you want to hear their names? Prabhasha's elder brother is Prafulla, and her sister is Snigdha! In just a few days, they will set foot in this Junagarh palace. You will sit in the dark pit of your dungeon, watch their coronation, and burn to ashes with envy."
Hearing the name 'Snigdha' made Sushila lose her mind entirely. She hurled a vile insult and screamed, "Snigdha! How many Snigdhas will you create, you pretender? You massaged my feet and served me while disguised as Snigdha, and now you name your daughter Snigdha too? I'll smear soot on your face! Just wait—I'll escape this jail in a moment and finish you and those pests of yours! I'll bury you all in a place where even dogs and jackals wouldn't dare to look!"
Arohi stood unshakable. "Your devilish wit won't work anymore, you foul ghoul! I entered my own palace using a pseudonym named after my daughter just to destroy you—what could be a greater insult than that? You dream of escaping? Your hideous body will rot within the four walls of that prison. The eyes of every person in Junagarh are now filled with nothing but disgust for you!"
Sushila struggled in the guards' grip, hurling one filthy adjective after another at Arohi. She turned to Shilajit and screamed, "See that, old man? This brat of a co-wife is talking down to us! If I can get out just once, I'll tear her tongue out!"
The atmosphere in the court was explosive. Seeing Sushila's shameless behavior, Aditya and the Maharaja ordered the guards to drag her away immediately. Sushila continued to shriek, "Let your Snigdha and Prafulla come—I'll place such a curse on them that they'll turn to stone before they even enter the palace, you witch!" Arohi simply watched the final moments of her enemy's downfall with steady eyes. The victory of truth was complete, and the vessel of Sushila's sins had finally shattered into pieces.