~| VISHWAAS |~
The scene begins with Purvi slapping vikas for trying to put his hands malevolently on her chest in the name of wiping off the spilled desert.
Pratap family was sitting in the living room having tea with Sakshi's friend when they heard the whipping sound from behind. Sakshi and Vir were stunned at this sudden action of Purvi. They immediately rushed towards where she was standing. Prakashi and Anjali smirked seeing each other, as if what happened was their intention. Vir bore a frown on his face for he knew that his Bawri will never take this step if Vikas hadn't done something derogatory. His ears turned red as his blood boiled on the thought of what ridiculing act the stranger might have done. Aarti (Vikas' wife) worriedly stood beside him trying to figure out what caused this reaction.
A - Purvi.. (her voice full of anger) ye kya badtameezi hai? Tumhari himmat kaise hui mere pati par haath uthane ki ?
P - humne bas apke pati ki bad-sulooki ka jawab dia hai unhe. (she said confidently)
V - bawri... (concerned) bata key kia is ladke ne thaare sath ? (he said looking pointedly at Vikas. He was ready to kill him if he had done anything unacceptable to Purvi)
P - Mukhi ji... (she turned towards him and continued with constant confidence) is aadmi ne jaan bujh kar hume giraya aur fir hme bachane ke bahane humari kamar par haath rakha (she looked at vikas repulsively). Aur to aur jab kheer humare kapdo par gir gyi (she looked down to where kheer was spilled on her chest) to is besharam ne humare ..... (she shut her eyes, pain visible on her face for being disregarded this way)
Indeed, Purvi dint have to complete the sentence. Vir understood everything by looking at her expressions. His eyes became red with angst, he curled his fingers into a fist, tight enough to break his jaws right at the 1st shot. Vir turned towards Vikas and a sharp smack landed on his face with all of Vir's strength. Vikas felt a hard hand htting his face. His cheek instantly turned red, and slowly tinted into blue. Vir dint stop at one. He had vowed to beat the shit out of this b*stard for laying his dirty hands on his love, his bawri. At the moment, he feared nothing, even if it resulted in throwing this man on his death bed.
He dragged Vikas from his collar and tweaked his hand sharply, inducing severe pain. He shouted in pain to which Vir responded "teri himmat kaise hui meri dharam patni par apni ghatiya nazar daalne ki? Yo haath se hi chhu rha tha naa tu isne.. ib tu dekh mai kaise is haath ko toddta hun.." He tweaked his hand with more power.
Vikas - "Mukhi ji... aahhhhh...(he groaned in pain) Mukhi ji.. mujhe kuch kehne ka mauka to dijiye... Ye ladki jhooth ....(vir convulsed his hand more on hearing this) aahhhhh"
Vir - zabaan sambhal ke baat kar.. 😡 (he roared) jis ladki pe ungali utha rha hai tu uspe khud se bhi jyada vishwas karu hu mai... !! (he declared)
Purvi's eyes welled up. His words soothed all her wounds. Her man is trusting her completely, wholly. She was grateful to kanha ji for letting her experience this divine feeling of being loved endlessly, trusted unconditionally. She dint stop him either. she wanted that scoundr*al to pay for his misdeeds. She embraced this sight - her mukhi ji fighting for her respect and dignity.
Meanwhile Aarti interrupted - Mukhi ji.. ap is Molkki ke lie mere pati ko itni bedardi se kaise maar sakte hai ?
Vir's anger knew no limits when the word "MOLKKI" entered his ears. He pushed Vikas away with so much force that he fell at ground hurting his head. He gnashed in anger and towards Aarti. Sakshi understood by his expressions that he will explode at her beloved friend. To defend her, she stepped forward and held Vir's arm trying to calm him down "Mukhi ji ... ap shaant ho jaiye. Itna gussa kyo kar rhe hai ap? Aisa bhi to ho sakta hai na ki Purvi kuch aur hi samjh baithi...." Vir glared at Sakshi. She dare not speak a word further and immediately left his arm and took a step back.
V - "Aurat ka samman sarvopari howe hai chahe usse humara koi bhi rishta howe... Aur is neech ne to meri bawri par haath dalne ki koshish ki hai. Itni giri hui harkat karne ke baad bhi tu apne pati ki tarafdaari kar rhi hai? Tanne sharam naa awe hai ? aur sakshi tu... manne tere se aisi oochhi soch ki umeed kade na thi"
He said in anger and walked to Purvi. He placed his hand on her shoulder. purvi had been controlling her tears since long but his touch broke all the barriers and she bursted into tears. Vir's grip became tighter and on seeing her in pain, his own eyes became moist. Purvi surrendered and kept her head on his shoulders for support. He engulfed her into a consoling, protective hug. She wept on his chest, clinging on to his kurta. He felt her pain and agony. "Bawri.. manne maaf kar de ki meri maujoodgi me tere saath yo hua. Par ib tu chinta na kar... mai abhi ke abhi isko humare ghar se bahar fenk dooga" He assured her.
Purvi felt better in his embrace. She got back her courage and lifted her head up to face him. Vir cupped her face and wiped off her tears. He knew how traumatic it is for a woman to be touched like this. He resolved to do everything to heal her but 1st, throw the inducer out !!
Vir turned to Vikas whose forehead was bleeding, he had numerous bruises and scratches on his face and his hand was left with a severe sprain (thankfully not a fracture). His shirt was torn from the collar as vir had dragged him with much power. For a moment Vir felt proud of himself for teaching him a good lesson.
Anjali and Prakashi wore a frown on their face "Vir bawla ho gya hai is ladki ke pyaar me. Purvi ke siwa use kuch dikhta hi naa hai ab" Prakashi muttered.
Aarti - sakshi dekh.. kya haalat bana di hai tere pati ne inki. Tu to janti hai ki ye aisa kuch nhi kar sakte. kitne saare NGOs ki help karte hai ye..... (her expressons a mixture of fury and disappointment)
S - Mukhi ji.. aarti sach keh rhi hai. Kya pata purvi ne jo smjha wo Vikas ki intention ho hi naa. Ap ek baar ....
V - bas kar... (his anger rising again.) Tu is chhichhore ki taraf se daleele naa pesh kar samjhi ? Aur yo lafandar.... (He picked Vikas by his torn collar and shaked him) Utha apna samaan aur abhi ke abhi nikal mere ghar ta.
Prakashi spoke in b/w - Virendar, beta itni raat me kaise jawege ye? Ye humare mehmaan hai kuch to lihaaz kar...
V - Aise mehmaan naa chaiye manne apne ghar me. Yo kahi bhi jawe manne is baat s koi farak na padta. Yo yha na rukega bas... ! (he declared)
S - Mukhi ji, maa thik keh rhi hai. Aarti humari bachpan ki saheli hai, hm kaise ise itni raat me jaane ko keh sakte hai. Mukhi ji bas kuch ghanto ki baat hai. Hm waada krte hai subah apki aankh khule isse pehle hm inhe yha se bhej dege. Par abhi kuch der ke lie inhe yha rehne dijiye.
V - tanne ek baar me suna naa key ? (he frowned)
S - Mukhi ji humari khaatir.. please? bas agle 6 ghante ke lie. Apko humari kasam.
Vir was irritated on listening this absurd plea of Sakshi. He wanted to shout at her and deny but somehow controlled himself. Every part of him wanted this man to leave his house right then. He stared at Purvi to look for an answer. Purvi thought that if vir denies S plead and swear then she would be hurt so she nods lightly. Vir gives in for he read the concern in Purvi's eyes. He glared pointedly at Vikas as if giving a warning. He could not stand that man looking at Purvi again so he held her hand and walked away with her.
Not only Purvi, but every single person witnessing the scene realised how protective Vir is for his bawri. He can go to any heights for her. This incident proved how deeply he trsuted her, loved her.
After PurVir left
Every one was flabbergasted at Vir's reaction. On the other hand, Prajali had got a chance to sow the seeds of suspicion and jealousy in the mind of S.
Aarti - Sakshi ..(she helf her arm) kya tumhe bhi humse jyada us ladki pe bharosa hai ?
S - nhi aarti. hum jante hai Vikas aisa kaam nhi kar skta aur zarur Purvi ko kuch galat fehmi hui hai.
Aarti - aur tera pati ? Unhone to Purvi ke aage kisi ki baat sunne ki bhi zarurat nhi samjhi.
Anjali - dekha maa apne, kaise us molkki ke lie jeth ji ne sakshi bhabhi ki bhi baat nhi suni. Unke lie to bas wo Purvi hi sacchi hai.
P - haa.. viren par iska jaadu sur chadh kar bol rha hai. Manne humesha se is baat ka darr tha ! (She gnashed in frustration)
Aarti - Sakshi.. itna sab hone ke baad bhi tu chup hai ? tujhe dikhai nhi de rha ki kaise tera pati tere haath se fisal kar Purvi ki mutthi me hote jaa rhe hai.
S - jab se hm yha aye hai tab se dekh rhe hai (tears of anger and frustration errupted in her eyes) Par hume laga ki hum fir se apne pyaar se mukhi ji ko jeet lege par nhi.... Aj us Purvi ke lie wo hum par chillae.. Humare Mukhi ji aisa kabhi nhi kar sakte. Is molkki ne unhe behla fusla kar humse durr kar dia hai !
P - yo hi to mai kab se samjhana chaah rhi thi tanne. Khair ab jo tu samjh gyi hai to achha hai. (she smirks looking at Anjali) chalo bhai sab apne kamre me.. raat bhot ho gyi hai.
Anj - haa maa.. waise bhii itna drama dekhne ke baad mai thak gyi hun. (she supressed her laughter)
Aarti left with her husband towards the guest room. Sakshi stood their frozen - trying to accept her reality. Reality that Mukhi ji no more belong to her, that he has developed feelings for his 2nd wife, that she has lost to Purvi in the battle of love. All the unnoticed events until now gained her attention - "Ap Purvi ko pyaar se bawri bulate hai. Humse jyada uspe vishwas karte hai, humse jyada uski baat maante hai. Jab bhi hm apke kareeb ane ki koshish karti hai, ap uncomfortable ho jate hai magar aj use chhute waqt ap bilkul bhi uneasy nhi the. Iska matlab hai ki apko use chhuna, uske sath rehna pasand hai !!" Tears rolled down her cheeks as reality dawned upon her.
Her grief soon changed into vengeance "humare Mukhi ji ko humse chhin ke tumne achha nhi kia Purvi ! Hum tmhe kabhi maaf nhi krege .."
Then her focus shifted to the fact that Vir has left the hall with Purvi, taking her hand in his. She hated the thought that PurVir are together. She couldn't disturb them bcz she knew Vir has chosen to stay with 'his bawri'. She felt helpless but of coarse not out of clue !!
To be continued 😊
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