Guys, it's time for my kheyali pullao and I know you didn't ask for it but I'mma give it to you anyway 😂😂
I so want the Dargah scene to go like this ⬇but I'm writing the alternative version of yesterday's scene because Purvi had a gun on Vir and that is some hot sh*t.
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"Don't force me Mukhi ji. I'll shoot."
He moves closer to her until the nozzle of the gun is pressed to his forehead.
"Shoot," he says, his voice dropping an octave and causing her throat to go dry like sandpaper.
"Let me and my sister go, or I will- I'll shoot you."
With one languid step, he bridges the gap between them, so she's practically in his arms, her body pressed against his. He takes hold of her outstretched hand, dragging the mouth of the gun across his cheek and bringing it to rest under his chin.
"Go ahead then. Shoot me."
The warmth of his breath fans her face. She closes her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his look. His gaze seems to pierce her, hacking away at her desperation and fears until he has laid her soul bare for his consideration.
"I can't," she sobs finally.
His hand rises to tuck in a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I thought not."
Purvi lowers the gun, letting a police officer take it from her hand. All the while, Mukhi ji keeps her in the circle of his arms. With a sigh, she presses her face against the hard muscles of his chest. She lets out a sob-- the trauma, the fears and the guilt that had been plaguing her the entire day melts away into relief. Her arms tighten around his waist as she finally feels protected. Feels like she has found solid ground after being adrift at sea for so long.
"We'll take them to the police station," the inspector says, shattering her cocoon of safety.
She tries to jerk free from Mukhi ji's hold but he doesn't let her. Instead, his fingers stroke her scalp in a circular motion, soothing her.
"No one will go anywhere. Let my wife's sister be."
"But sir?"
"I filed the complaint for my missing children. I've found them now. So I'm taking the complaint back. You may leave, Officer. Thank you for your help."
A fresh set of tears leak from her eyes, this time of gratitude. "I'm so sorry. Please for- forgive me"
He waits till the last of the police officers have left before he lifts her chin up, so she is looking into his eyes. His fingers wipe her tears away before he says, "Good. Now that your fit of madness has passed, you'll tell me what made you behave so idiotically."
His words are a command that won't be disobeyed.
Purvi glances at Mamaji before returning her eyes to her husband, her hesitation plainly reflected in them.
His lips twist up in a slight smile and he lets out a long breath. "Very well. Mama Sarkar, take the kids and please wait for us in the car."
His maternal uncle doesn't need to be told twice. He takes the hands of the children and leads them out of the dilapidated building.
"Bawrii, you can tell me now."
Purvi gathers the courage to speak the words. They leave her mouth with an exhale. "Priyu was r-raped."
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