The darkness of a sinister night seemed to swallow the sky of the Junagarh palace. Snigdha's eyes were filled only with the haze of infatuation. A secret message had arrived from the so-called prince—they were to meet tonight in a secluded palace. Not once did Snigdha think of Rupanjan's pure love, the boy who would have given his life to protect her. All memories of Rupanjan were trivial to her today. Dressed up like a fanatic, she evaded everyone's eyes in the dark of night and reached the designated spot.
Upon arriving, she found a decorated room, an intoxicating scent, and that prince. The devil offered a glass of drink to Snigdha. It was laced with a potent sedative. As soon as she gulped down the drink, Snigdha's brain began to go numb. In her intoxicated stupor, it seemed to her that the man standing before her was not the prince, but her old Rupanjan. Mistakenly, she prepared herself to surrender everything to that devil. As the imposter began to loosen the fastenings of Snigdha's attire, she was laughing in her drug-induced haze. There was a demonic triumph in the prince's eyes—today, he would drag the honor of the Princess of Junagarh through the dust.
But perhaps God had written something else. At that very moment, in another part of the palace, Prafulla had a foreboding feeling. Finding his sister nowhere, as he walked through the garden, he heard the sound of muffled laughter from behind the bushes. What Prafulla heard while standing in the shadows made his blood run cold. Snigdha's "dear" friends were sitting in a circle, drinking and bursting into fits of loud, cruel laughter.
One of them said with demonic joy, "Mark my words, by now that devil of a girl must be done for! Does she think she's too good for everyone just because she's a princess? What's with all that ego? Why should she have all the happiness? On one hand, royal luxury, expensive clothes, a grand palace—and on the other, she had a diamond like Rupanjan in her pocket. We couldn't find a single loyal and honest boy like Rupanjan, and that princess was going to have it all? Today, it's not a prince, but a common scoundrel we set up who is plundering her honor. Tomorrow, when this deed becomes public, I'll see where that wretched girl hides her face!"
Another friend, mimicking the action of grabbing someone by the hair, said, "You're right! I feel like giving her a few hard slaps and slamming her down by her royal hair! I am so jealous of her! We have brainwashed her so much that she kicked Rupanjan away to climb into that fake prince's bed. Disgusting! Tomorrow, when the whole kingdom knows the princess is characterless, I'll see where her honor goes. That devil girl dies today!"
Prafulla's hands were shaking with rage. He realized his sister had stepped into a deadly trap. Those friends had sent a lecher disguised as a prince to ruin Snigdha. Prafulla didn't delay for another second. He unsheathed his sword and raced toward that secluded palace like a storm. Meanwhile, just as Snigdha's clothes were about to fall and the scoundrel was approaching with a lustful gaze, a powerful kick landed on the door!
Prafulla roared in a thunderous voice, "Stop, you devils!" Seeing Prafulla's fierce form, the glass fell from the imposter prince's hand and shattered. Snigdha, still intoxicated, couldn't recognize Prafulla; she thought Rupanjan had come. But there was a murderous intent in Prafulla's eyes. Will the Princess of Junagarh be saved today? Or will the conspiracy of the toxic friends succeed?