"Get out of this house!"
Manoj roared as he shoved Savita out through the door.
The force of his push made her stumble, and panic took over her completely. She immediately turned back, her voice breaking as she pleaded,
"Manoj… Manoj, please don't do this! Where will I go? Please forgive me! Punish me however you want, but don't separate me from you… from the children… please!"
But her words only fueled Manoj's anger further.
The others stood frozen, watching him like this, knowing that this wasn't the time to interfere.
Manoj stepped closer, his eyes burning with rage.
"Don't separate you from the children?" he repeated bitterly. "What right do you even have to say that?"
His voice trembled, not just with anger—but with heartbreak.
"Did you ever even consider me your husband? And which children are you talking about? The ones you already sold once?"
Each word struck like a hammer.
"Do you even understand what the purest relationship in this world is?" he continued, his voice cracking. "A mother… who stays hungry but never lets her children starve… a mother who stands in front of every danger before it reaches her children…"
His eyes filled with tears.
"I'm not even talking about being a good wife… at least you could have been a mother!"
"But today…"
His voice hardened.
"You are a stain on the name of a wife… a mother… and even a woman."
A long, painful pause.
"Do me a favor… do my children a favor… do my entire family a favor…"
He pointed toward the gate.
"Leave."
"There is no place for you in the Ahuja family anymore."
"I'll send the divorce papers to your parents' house."
"Now get out… right now."
Those words broke whatever little strength Savita had left.
Terrified, she fell at his feet, clutching them desperately.
"Manoj, please don't do this… have mercy… please!"
But Manoj didn't even look at her.
Seeing no other way, Savita rushed toward her children.
She grabbed Isha's hands, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Isha… my child… please tell your father not to do this! I promise I'll never repeat my mistakes again! Please… make him understand!"
Her tears fell freely.
"I know I've treated you badly… but you're my daughter, right? Won't you forgive me? Please, Isha… talk to your father!"
Isha stood there, crying…
But her pain had turned into something stronger.
"Mom…" she said, her voice shaking, "…when you were in trouble, you remembered your 'dear daughter'?"
Her eyes filled with tears.
"When I needed you… when I needed my mother… what did you say?"
Her voice broke.
"You told me to solve my problems on my own… not to create drama over small things."
She wiped her tears angrily.
"I never came to you with small problems! Boys harassed me… tried to misbehave with me… they blackmailed me with weapons!"
The room froze.
"And what did you say?" Isha continued, her voice rising. "That these things happen in big families… that I shouldn't make a big deal out of it!"
Her tears streamed down.
"So Mom… you also shouldn't make such a big issue out of this."
The words cut deep.
"I can't support you."
She turned toward Manoj.
"Because he is my father… the one who fought every battle for me… no matter how powerful or dangerous the opponent was."
Her voice softened.
"And every time you ignored me… he covered for you."
"He used to say—'She's your mother… she's just a little confused… but she always cares about you.'"
A painful smile appeared through her tears.
"He protected you… even when you didn't deserve it."
"And today…"
Her voice trembled again.
"You've destroyed the meaning of the word 'mother' for me."
Before anyone could react, Harsh stepped forward, anger burning in his eyes.
"Mom… I never expected this from you."
His voice was raw.
"You were ready to sell us?"
He turned toward Manoj.
"Dad… I'm sorry. For everything I've done till now."
Then back to Savita—
"You separated me from my own sister… from my father… made me like you. I did everything you told me."
His voice broke.
"I even begged Om… to not say anything to you."
A bitter laugh escaped him.
"And what did we get in return?"
"You mortgaged your own children to a monster."
"Shame on you, Mom."
Then he turned toward Om.
"Om… I'm sorry for my mistakes. I'm ready for any punishment."
He looked at Manoj.
"And Dad… honestly, if you want, you can throw me out too."
A pause.
"But Om… do me one favor…"
His eyes softened.
"Help me become like you. I want to be someone my father can be proud of."
Then he walked toward Isha, standing beside her.
"Isha… I know I don't deserve forgiveness."
"I failed as a brother."
"But still… forgive me… or punish me… but I promise… from now on, wherever I am… I'll always fulfill my duty as your brother."
Isha didn't say anything…
But her tears said enough.
Meanwhile…
Savita had no way left to save herself.
Desperation drove her toward Om.
She grabbed his hands, crying uncontrollably.
"Om… please save me! I know I've made mistakes… but don't I deserve one chance to change? Please… talk to your uncle… ask him to forgive me…"
Om looked at her.
Calm.
Unmoved.
"You're right," he said quietly. "Everyone deserves a chance to fix their mistakes."
A pause.
"But only when they truly regret them."
His gaze sharpened.
"And only when those mistakes are worth forgiving."
Savita froze.
"But looking at you…" Om continued, "…I don't see regret."
"Because if you truly felt it… you wouldn't ask me to convince him."
"You would try to earn his trust… no matter how long it takes."
His voice turned cold.
"And from Uncle's eyes… and from Isha's words…"
"It's clear."
"Your mistakes… are not forgivable."
A final pause.
"So please… spare me."
Before he could say anything more—
Manoj shouted from behind,
"Guard!"
The gatekeeper rushed in immediately, looking toward Vijay for confirmation.
Vijay hesitated.
"Manoj… are you sure about this?" he asked softly.
Manoj nodded without a second thought.
Vijay tried once more… but Manoj didn't budge.
Finally, with a heavy heart, Vijay gave a silent approval.
The gatekeeper turned to Savita.
"Madam… please leave. Don't force me to remove you."
Savita stood there, stunned.
For the first time…
She truly realized how big her mistake was.
Without saying another word…
She turned and began walking toward the gate.
Isha and Harsh watched their mother leave, tears streaming down their faces.
Manoj stood there too…
Broken.
But firm.
And then—
"Uncle… wait."
Om's voice stopped everything.
The gatekeeper froze.
Everyone turned toward him.
Om quickly walked up to Manoj, whispered something to him, then took his phone and made a call.
He called Savita's parents.
Asked them to come and take her.
Then he instructed the gatekeeper to let Savita sit in his cabin for a while… until her family arrived.
And just like that—
Everyone returned to the doorway…
Waiting.
Meanwhile…
Kakbhushundi, Kagraj, and Vipul had stepped out of the cave—onto a high, mist-covered hill.
Vipul looked around, stunned.
In front of him was a small lake… and right in the middle of it stood a temple, surrounded by strange, almost otherworldly structures.
Beside it stood a massive tree…
Covered with countless crows.
The air itself felt alive.
Vipul followed Kakbhushundi into the temple.
Inside were countless idols—some ancient… some modern… and some unlike anything he had ever seen.
Kakbhushundi bowed before each one.
Vipul and Kagraj followed.
Then Kakbhushundi looked at Kagraj, his eyes slightly moist, and gave him a silent signal.
Understanding it instantly, Kagraj flew off toward the flock of crows.
And then—
Kakbhushundi began chanting.
Loud.
Powerful.
The sound echoed across the skies.
Within moments, thunder roared.
Dark clouds gathered above the temple, swirling violently in circles.
Vipul watched in shock.
The clouds descended… forming a massive vortex around Kakbhushundi and Vipul.
It surrounded them completely.
The air turned heavy.
The clouds began changing colors… shifting… glowing.
Then suddenly—
Kakbhushundi stopped.
With a deep, thunder-like exhale, he opened his eyes.
Vipul froze.
Because his eyes…
Were changing colors.
Again and again.
Glowing with something beyond human understanding.
Slowly, Kakbhushundi raised his hand into the air—
And then clapped.
The sound echoed like a cosmic strike.
And in the very next second—
He and Vipul vanished.
The vortex collapsed instantly.
Silence returned.
The crows took flight, circling the sky, their loud cries echoing through the heavens—
As if something had just begun… that could change everything.