The chandeliers of the Junagarh palace were sparkling like diamonds today. The fragrance of flowers and the glow of festivities were everywhere. In Prabhasha's birthday gathering, dancers were performing, and distinguished guests of the kingdom were immersed in joy. Arohi was personally supervising and welcoming everyone. But no one could have imagined the great darkness looming beneath this light. That guard, whom Sushila had already bribed, took the opportunity to unlock her cell. With an almost supernatural agility, Sushila emerged from the prison. Her eyes held a demonic frenzy.
In the palace hall, there was a rush of cake cutting and gift-giving. At that very moment, the festive music suddenly stopped. Everyone's blood ran cold at the sight of a grotesque figure standing at the door. With filthy clothes, disheveled hair, and that hideous face, Sushila stood in the middle of the hall. Pushing everyone aside, she went straight and grabbed Prabhasha. Prabhasha screamed in fear, but Sushila did not let go. She shrieked in a harsh voice, "You've kept my daughter trapped among these witches? Today, I am taking her with me!"
As Arohi stepped forward, Sushila pounced like a mad tigress. Before Arohi could realize anything—'THWACK!' Sushila delivered a hard slap across Arohi's cheek with her filthy hand. Arohi's head spun, and her ear began to ring. The guests were all stunned! Laughing hysterically, Sushila hurled a vile insult, "What happened, you maid? You were playing the Great Queen, weren't you? Did your royal pride fly away with one slap? You came to be my daughter's mother? I will bury a piece of filth like you alive today!"
Arohi was startled for a moment, but in the next heartbeat, the lioness within her awakened. She wiped her cheek with her hand and looked at Sushila. Her eyes held a murderous intent. With a swift move, Arohi snatched Prabhasha from Sushila's grip and moved her behind Snigdha's protection. Then, without a word, she grabbed a handful of Sushila's hair with all her might.
'SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!'— Arohi delivered three consecutive slaps to both of Sushila's cheeks. Saliva and blood trickled from Sushila's mouth. Arohi roared, "How dare you! You raise your hand against me? I will kill you today, you devilish woman!" Grabbing her by the hair, Arohi slammed Sushila onto the floor. Even while sprawled on the ground, Sushila continued to hurl hideous insults, "Hit me! Hit me as much as you want! But you are just Aditya's leftovers! Do you think you are so virtuous? A whore like you should be ashamed!"
Hearing these foul words, Aditya and Prafulla rushed forward, but Arohi raised her hand and stopped them. She wanted to end this sin herself today. Arohi pinned Sushila down, sitting on her stomach, and gripped her throat. She said through gritted teeth, "I will rip that tongue out from its root today, Sushila! You dare insult me? The stench coming out of your mouth would make even a street sewer feel ashamed! You are a maggot from the drain who only knows how to break others' homes."
Sushila struggled desperately, scratching at Arohi's hands, but Arohi was not in a mood to stop. She slammed Sushila's head against the marble floor several times. Sushila began to groan, half-dead. Panting heavily, Arohi stood up and told the guards, "Remove this trash from here! Do not put her in a dark cell anymore; arrange for her to be impaled! Junagarh no longer has the patience to hear her poisonous mouth and filthy language!"
The festive arena had turned into a battlefield. Prabhasha clung to her mother's saree, trembling. Arohi washed her bloodstained hands and returned to embrace Prabhasha. As Sushila was being dragged away, she tried to hurl one last venomous insult like a dying bite, but a single sharp glare from Arohi silenced her. In the Junagarh palace today, there was a strange blend of joy and war, where Arohi proved that she is not just a merciful mother but also possesses the power to grind injustice into the dust.