Prena hugs her best friend dhara and follows her dad. Anurag winks to his closest friend, as if mutually they were part of a secret mission. Both Mr Bassu and her daughter get back to their grey Lexus. The rain strikes dangerously and breaks a tree down in the midst of of the path. Conversely, Anurag is obliged to change the boulevard.
-Anurag: enough of this weather!!!! When will this rainy season come to an end! I should have moved from here years back
Prena aloof looks through the window at the three passing by.
-anurag: prena whats wrong? im talking to u beta
-prena looking at her dad: sorry dad what were u saying?
-anurag: nothing magar tumhein kya huwa? You look gloomy..
Prena doesn't reply to her dad because she doesn't have this answer herself. Therefore she just turns her head in the other side. In the shady and tranquil night, nothing seems peaceful to Prena. She stares in the dark sky and even the half moon looks sulky. Unknowingly, the more her car is speeding up forward, the more she's feeling restless. An agonizing sentiment of suffocation inflames her throat. Desperately she opens the window and breathes the cold air, trying to extinguish the uncomfortable feeling.
-Anurag: prena are you feeling sick?
She could hardly talk; hence she just turns negatively her head. Prena could feel some distant echoes of screams. Ill at ease, she holds her temple.
-prena incoherently: dad someone needs help.aap gari rokiyey naa plz
-anurag: what?'tum kya kehrahe ho Prena?nobody needs help beta
-prena stressfully: dad I heard hushing screams. Didn't u perceive them as well? Plz dad stop the car
-anurag: baas prena enough!! u need rest, as soon as we reach home, I'll call a doctor
-prena screaming: I DONT NEED A DOCTOR!
She holds her head tightly with both of her hands and closes her eyes. At last, half an hour later, they finally arrive at home. Straight away, getting out of the car, she runs till her room. Tears run through her face as she goes to her balcony and look intently outside as if someone is calling her name. The entire night, Prena stays awake laying down on her swing. Unfeelingly, she observes the cold hearted moon, indeed the same remorseless moon that Nihaal was cursing at...
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The next dawn, it is passably a dark day; as if the sky itself is mourning for Vardhan's death .In the dreadful house of the Garewall's, everyone seems utterly numb. Even for a fraction of a second, no one in the haveli closed their eyes last night. Yesterday's stunning red decoration is now fully metamorphosed by the colorless white. From the first daylight, the pundit recommends everyone to sit down in the hall, since he will start the puja for Vardhan. At hearing her son's name, Diviana starts crying and uncontrollably lamenting on the ground. Her screams are piercing nihaal's soul, who is still unfazed, motionless and numb. Despite all the efforts by the rest of his family, no one could make Nihaal talk or cry, which would at least, help him alleviate his grief from his chest. At the very moment Mr Garewall who is still notably calm, roars out like a mad lion.
-Mr Garewall: it's his entire fault. If my only beloved and idyllic son is snatched away from me, it's all HIS fault. He has to pay for it. He has to burn, tear way in pieces like me..He has to..
The frozen tears of Nihaal repaint in his face. For the first time since yesterday's incident, Nihaal utters a word. On a calm and razor sharp tone he asks his dad
-Nihaal: who is this person dad?
-Mr Garewal: Anurag Basu and who else! He was the one, who went against our multinational company; it's because of him that my son had to go overseas to sort out our business benefits. I swear, since the day I first met him, he snatched away all my sleep. If today my wife is shattered with no desire to live, if today I'm trapped in a dead body, its all because of him. Yes, he is the lawyer who turned out our perfect life into a living hell.
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Years back from now, Nihaal knew that his spoiled and unburden life would have to alter. That one day, he would be standing up for his family's legacy and pride. But few that he knew that his dearly loved brother and best friend Vardhan won't be by his side to support him in every single steps that he would take. In such wise, Nihaal at last recognized that from now on, it would be his time to rise up and continue what Vardhan had done all his life.
In fact, last night it wasn't the only son of garewal who passed away, it was both of them. Indeed the Nihaal of yesterday with innocent grey eyes has nothing in common, with this new calm, coldheartedly Nihaal with red inflamed gaze.
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Without saying a word, Nihaal determinedly walks outside of his house.
He fires up his car engine and zoom into the road. Along the way he calls some people who work for his family and gets the address of the murderer's cabin.
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The very responsible Anurag is focusing on his work, when suddenly someone bashes his door, shaking all of his paper on his desk. Nihaal infuriating almost jumps into Anurags neck.
The panicked secretary of Anurag hopelessly tries stopping the outraged person in front of her, but in vain.
-secretary: sir I'm so sorry, this client just ran into ur cabin, and when I ordered him that he can't come inside without any appointment, he was about to kill me strait away.
Anurag trying to move from Nihaal's grasp looks at him shocked and surprised at the same time.
Nihaal finally releasing his pray.
-Nihaal: tune' tune mere bhai ki jaan leli naa!!Now its ur turn!! im gonna slaughter you into pieces and trow it into your family's face.
-Anurag calmly: Everything relies on u, if u feel like to kill me or dance ballet on the floor, it's up to u.Do whatever u feel like. Anyway Payal, call the ambulance there's a mentally ill patient who escaped from his hospital.
Nihaal once again loosing his self control thrashes Anurag on his glass desk and holds him by his shirt. While his secretary runs outside.
-nihaal: don't u recognize me? Perhaps Nihaal Garewall may sound familiar?
-anurag sarcastically: Ohhh now everything makes sense! akhir khun kharabi to tumhari family ki parampara hai naa. I mean ur dad is a genius, hat's off to him, he build a total empire of his own. Drug dealing and all the illicit stuffs are soo profitable. I wonder why I haven't thought of that, instead of rotten in the university!!And oh I'm sorry tumne kya kaha I killed ur soo called ''bhai''.Look Mr Garewall, unfortunately due to my hectic schedule, I don't really have time to dirty my hand touching a goon like ur brother. And even if I did, I would be doing something more constructive such as reading or enjoying my life. And plz don't feel that sad dear! Goons often ...I mean generally end up dying like he did!.. in the road... hopelessly and awfully.
Nihaal is about to take the glass of water from Anurag's table and run through the neck of his prey but somehow he restrains himself.
-nihaal slowly approaching Anurag, murmurs: bohuuuut khush hai na, teri zindegi se..
In the meantime Anurag's guards called by his secretary runs to his help. They try pulling the stranger away.
-nihaal screaming and laughing crazily: bohuuuut khush hai na, teri zindegi se?
Good,go live ur life to the fullest..kyunki kall kis ko pata Anurag! ANURAG gee le teri akhri SANSEIN. Haan anurag I'm sparing u for today toh GEE LEE.I'll be ur death Mr Bassu...
And he unleashes from the grasp of the guard and strolls outside.
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