Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki: Episode Discussion Thread - 35
CONFUSED SOULS 12.12
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Chapter 3 (The Evening That Changed Everything)
For the next few days, Sandhya tried — desperately — to pretend that nothing strange was happening in her life.
She forced herself to focus on presentations, market data, and Angad’s gentle, steady presence. She tried to believe nothing was wrong, that there were no whispers calling her name, no shadows curling around her at night, no stranger stepping into her dreams.
But denial had a short life.
Because Kapil was no longer content with being a whisper.
He was becoming visible.
More frequent.
More deliberate.
More… bold.
Sometimes she saw him standing at the far end of her corridor at home, his outline solid against the dim light. Other times she felt him lingering behind her mirror, as if waiting for her to look. Once, she even caught the faint reflection of his face behind her — only for it to vanish when she turned.
But the strangest part?
She began waiting for him.
Not consciously.
Not willingly.
But her heart beat differently at night — as if expecting him.
The First Touch Of Danger
It was late.
Sandhya had stayed back at the office to finish a report Angad needed the next morning. By the time she stepped out of the building, the parking lot was almost empty.
A group of men stood near the security booth — drunk, loud, careless. She avoided looking at them and quickened her pace toward her vehicle.
But one of them noticed.
“Arre madam!” he called out mockingly. “Raat ko akele jaana theek nahi hota.”
She gripped her bag tighter.
Another one stepped closer. “Drop chahiye kya?”
Sandhya’s heart thudded uncomfortably. “Please move aside.”
They didn’t.
In fact, one of them reached out —
to touch her shoulder.
Sandhya froze.
And then—
The temperature dropped.
The streetlight above flickered violently.
A sudden gust of cold wind tore across the lot.
The men looked up, startled.
“What the—?”
Before Sandhya could react, the man who reached for her was yanked backward with a force that sent him crashing onto the concrete.
The others stumbled back as if shoved by an unseen wall.
“Who did that?!” one shouted, fear rising in his voice.
Sandhya stood rooted, eyes wide.
And then she saw him.
Standing behind the men.
Solid.
Tall.
Dark.
Unmovingly calm.
Kapil.
His expression wasn’t angry —
it was lethal.
The air around him vibrated with a silent threat.
One of the men tried to speak, but his voice cracked.
“K-Kaun hai tu?!”
Kapil didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
Because the next moment, the streetlight behind him burst with a loud crack — sending all the men running for their lives.
Within seconds, the parking lot was silent again.
Sandhya stared at Kapil, breath shaking, fear and relief warring inside her.
“You…” she whispered.
“You protected me.”
Kapil didn’t move.
Didn’t smirk.
Didn’t boast.
He simply looked at her with a strange heaviness in his eyes.
“I had to,” he said quietly.
His voice was deep, steady — but not cold like before.
“You were afraid.”
Her lips parted. “You felt my fear?”
A muscle in his jaw tightened.
“I feel everything when it comes to you.”
Her heart clenched.
She should have run.
She should have screamed.
She should have questioned who — or what — he was.
Instead…
She stepped closer.
“Why?” she whispered.
“Why do you keep coming to me? Why protect me?”
Kapil’s eyes softened — for the first time in all the nights she had seen him.
His voice dropped to a whisper that felt like it touched her skin.
“Because I couldn’t watch you get hurt.”
Sandhya’s breath hitched.
Her fear…
melted.
What replaced it was something dangerous —
a warmth blooming in her chest,
a trembling relief,
a strange comfort in his presence.
Her voice broke softly.
“Thank you.”
Kapil inhaled sharply — as if her gratitude pierced him somewhere he hadn’t expected.
He turned his head away, expression hardening again, as though he was fighting something inside him.
“I didn’t do it for thanks,” he murmured.
“I know,” Sandhya whispered.
And for the first time, she wasn’t afraid of him.
For the first time…
she felt safe because of him.
Kapil’s eyes flicked back to her —
and something changed in their depths.
Something he didn’t intend.
Something he could no longer control.
Sandhya didn’t realize it yet.
But that night —
in a dim parking lot under a broken streetlight —
the distance between a human girl
and a spirit had shifted irreversibly.
Kapil had saved her.
And Sandhya had let him into her heart.
A Heart In Denial
Sandhya barely slept that night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Kapil standing beneath the broken streetlight, shadows swirling behind him, his eyes burning not with hatred or coldness…
…but with something startlingly human.
He had saved her.
Protected her.
Fought for her.
A stranger who shouldn’t even exist in her world…
yet had become the anchor in the moment she thought she would break.
Why did he come? Why did he care? Who is he?
Questions spun in her head until dawn.
She kept telling herself one thing:
It was fear.
Not feelings.
Not attraction.
Not anything else.
But when morning sunlight touched her window, Sandhya found herself doing something she had never done before — she touched her cheek, as if expecting to feel the ghost of his cold breath again.
And her heart stuttered.
At the Office
She walked into Jindal Industries with her shoulders stiff, her mind determined to bury everything under work.
But denial was a fragile shield.
Especially when Angad was waiting for her outside her cubicle.
“Hey,” he said softly.
“You didn’t message me when you got home last night.”
Sandhya bit her lip. She had forgotten completely.
“I… things got hectic,” she said, struggling to stabilize her voice.
Angad studied her carefully — that gentle, attentive gaze that saw too much.
“You’re avoiding something,” he said quietly.
She froze.
Angad softened his tone.
“If it’s work pressure, I can lighten your load. If it’s something personal… I’m here.”
Her chest tightened.
Angad was safe.
Warm.
A good man with a good heart.
She should feel comfort around him.
Instead…
Her mind went back to the parking lot.
To the force that threw those men away.
To the eyes that softened only when looking at her.
To the voice that haunted her dreams.
To Kapil.
And she hated that a part of her felt… drawn.
Guilty, she pulled away from Angad’s gaze.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not,” he said gently. “But I won’t push.”
His kindness made her chest ache.
It also intensified her denial.
Kapil wasn’t real.
He wasn’t normal.
He wasn’t someone she should think about.
So why couldn’t she stop?
A Day Filled with His Absence… and Presence
Sandhya spent the entire day avoiding reflective surfaces.
Her computer screen.
Glass doors.
Polished floors.
Because every reflection made her think of the moment she first saw Kapil behind her — unseen by the world, but unmistakably real.
Every flicker of shadow made her heart jump.
Every whisper of cold air made her breath pause.
And every single time—she told herself she didn’t care.
She repeated it like a chant:
I don’t feel anything for him.
I don’t want him near me.
I don’t want him in my dreams.
I don’t want him in my life.
But her heartbeat betrayed her.
Her trembling hands betrayed her.
Her constant thoughts betrayed her.
Nightfall
That evening, Sandhya sat on her bed, hugging her knees, staring at the darkened window.
No shadow.
No whisper.
No Kapil.
The room felt too quiet.
Too empty.
Why am I waiting? she scolded herself.
Why should I care if he appears or not?
She felt ashamed of the disappointment she couldn’t voice.
She buried her face in her hands.
“This is wrong… What’s happening to me?”
A pause.
Then—
“You’re thinking about me.”
Sandhya’s head snapped up, eyes wide.
Kapil stood near her window — shadows pooling at his feet, his expression unreadable, somewhere between controlled and conflicted.
Her heart betrayed her again.
It leapt.
“No,” she whispered. “I wasn’t.”
Kapil stepped closer, his presence cold and intense — yet strangely soothing.
“You were.”
Sandhya backed slightly. “Stop assuming things.”
Kapil tilted his head, studying her like she was a puzzle only he had the right to solve.
“I don’t need to assume,” he murmured.
“I can feel your heartbeat shift whenever I’m close.”
Her breath faltered.
“And,” his voice deepened,
“I can feel it when you miss me.”
Her cheeks flushed, her stomach tightened, her mind rebelled.
“That’s not true,” she whispered.
“I don’t… I don’t feel anything for you.”
Kapil stepped closer. The shadows around him softened rather than sharpened.
He leaned in — not touching her, but close enough that her body reacted without permission.
“Then why,” he whispered,
“do your hands tremble when I’m not here?”
Sandhya’s breath quivered.
“Why,” Kapil continued,
“do your eyes search the room before you sleep?”
She shook her head. “Stop.”
“And why,” he whispered, voice barely breath,
“did you step toward me last night instead of away?”
Sandhya closed her eyes, emotion swelling in her chest.
Fear.
Confusion.
Longing she refused to name.
“I don’t know why,” she whispered honestly.
Kapil’s expression changed — a flicker of something raw, unguarded.
“Then let it happen,” he murmured.
Sandhya opened her eyes.
“I’m afraid of you,” she whispered.
Kapil stepped back — but not from rejection.
From restraint.
“Good,” he said softly.
“You should be.”
His voice softened lower.
“Because I’m not the man you think I am.”
Her stomach twisted.
“But,” he added, eyes dark and unreadable,
“I will never hurt you. Never.”
And for the first time…Sandhya believed him.
Even though she didn’t know why.
Even though she shouldn’t.
Even though she was supposed to love Angad —
yet found her heart reacting to Kapil.
Sandhya pressed a trembling hand to her chest.
Her heart had begun choosing.
And that terrified her more than any spirit ever could.
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To be continued.
Chapter 4 (A Shadow At War With Itself)
Kapil stood only a breath away from Sandhya, close enough to sense the tremor in her heartbeat, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her skin—
warmth he had no right to crave.
He took a slow, deliberate step back.
Sandhya’s eyes widened slightly, confusion flickering across her face. She didn’t understand why he retreated.
He didn’t understand it either.
He shouldn’t have saved her.
He shouldn’t be speaking to her.
He shouldn’t be feeling anything at all.
But her voice…
her fear…
her gratitude…
They shook something buried deep within the shadows of his existence.
Kapil’s jaw clenched as he turned his face away, trying to mask the swirl of emotions he was never meant to feel.
Sandhya watched him carefully.
“Why did you step back?” she whispered.
He exhaled sharply.
“Because you don’t know what I am.”
Her breath hitched. “Then tell me.”
“No.”
The word was instant, almost harsh.
Sandhya flinched.
Kapil closed his eyes briefly. He hadn’t meant to snap. Not at her. Never at her.
But the truth pressed against him like a blade.
He was here to destroy her world—
not become a part of it.
Inside Kapil’s Mind — The Darkness That Brought Him Here
His hands curled into fists as memories tore through him—
violent, burning, unforgiving.
A small house.
A night darker than any shadow.
His mother, Saraswati Salgaonkar, gentle and beautiful, holding him close as she prayed for their safety.
And then—
Flames.
Roaring.
Trapping them.
Devouring everything.
Vinayak Patvardhan’s voice outside the burning house—
cold, merciless,
calling them “a problem that needed to be erased.”
Kapil felt again the scorching heat, his mother’s screams, his own desperate struggle to pull her out.
He remembered her pushing him toward a cracked window, her final breath escaping in a broken whisper:
“Live… my son…”
He hadn’t.
Not for long.
The smoke filled his lungs.
The fire swallowed him whole.
And darkness claimed him beside her body.
But fate had been cruelly uneven.
His mother’s soul, pure and untainted, rose toward moksh—freed from suffering.
Kapil’s did not.
His rage anchored him.
Held him back.
Chained him to the world that had wronged him.
He became what he never wanted to be—
an aatma without peace,
a shadow with purpose,
a son fueled only by vengeance.
Vinayak Patvardhan had lived peacefully all these years.
Kapil had returned to change that.
Back to the Present — A Conflict He Never Expected
Sandhya took a step forward, unaware of the storm inside him.
“You’re holding something painful… something you won’t tell me,” she whispered.
Kapil’s breath caught.
If she knew—
If she discovered what her father had done—
If she learned why he first sought her—
She would break.
She would fear him.
She would hate him.
And for the first time in his afterlife, he couldn’t bear the thought of Sandhya hating him.
He exhaled harshly.
“You should fear me, Sandhya.”
Her eyes softened. “But I don’t.”
That single sentence made the shadows around him flicker violently.
Because he wanted her to fear him.
Needed her to.
He was vengeance, after all.
But she looked at him with trembling hope, not terror.
Something inside him cracked again.
“You shouldn’t trust me,” he said, voice almost trembling with restraint.
“Then why do you protect me?” Sandhya countered softly.
Kapil closed his eyes.
Images flashed—
Sandhya surrounded by dangerous men.
Her terror.
The instinct that surged through him.
The impulse to tear anything apart that threatened her.
He had acted before he could think.
Before he could remember why he was here.
In that moment, vengeance had felt distant.
Foggy.
Meaningless compared to the sight of her fear.
“I don’t know,” he whispered truthfully.
Sandhya took a shaky breath.
“Kapil… I’m scared, but I don’t think you’ll hurt me.”
Her voice was soft.
Unsure.
Yet trusting.
It pierced him.
Kapil turned sharply, eyes locking onto hers.
For the first time, his emotions weren’t hidden behind shadows.
There was longing.
Conflict.
Pain.
A vulnerability he despised.
“You shouldn’t believe in me,” he said.
“Because I don’t know what I’ll become if you keep looking at me like that.”
Sandhya swallowed. “Like what?”
“Like I’m human.”
Silence.
Raw.
Heavy.
Fragile.
Kapil saw the hurt flicker across her face.
Something inside him cracked.
He took a step forward—
not close enough to touch her,
but close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her trembling hands.
“I’m not who you think I am,” Kapil whispered.
“And I’m fighting every second not to become something worse.”
Sandhya searched his eyes quietly, her voice barely a breath:
“Then what are you turning into?”
Kapil didn’t answer.
Because the answer terrified him.
Because the answer wasn’t vengeance.
Wasn’t hatred.
Wasn’t darkness.
It was her.
He was turning into something because of her.
And he didn’t know how to stop it.
Threads Of Destiny
For two days, Kapil stayed away.
No voice in the dark.
No cold wind brushing her neck.
No sudden flicker of lights.
Nothing.
The silence felt wrong.
Heavy.
Lonely.
Sandhya told herself it was a relief.
She told herself she needed the space.
But every night, her eyes lingered on the corner of her room where he usually appeared.
Every time a cold breeze passed, her heart leapt—
only to fall when it wasn’t him.
She hated it.
She hated herself for it.
But she missed him.
More than she wanted to admit.
Angad’s Confession
On the third evening, Angad called her into his cabin after work.
His smile was gentle, but nervous in a way she had never seen before.
“Sandhya… can we talk?”
She nodded, though her stomach tightened with unease.
He stepped closer, eyes soft, voice steady but vulnerable.
“I don’t know when it happened,” he began, “but I’ve stopped seeing you as just an employee.”
Sandhya’s breath stilled.
Angad continued,
“You’re kind, brilliant, grounded… I admire you more every day. And somewhere along the way, I started caring about you far more than I should.”
She stepped back slightly.
“Angad…”
He held up a hand.
“You don’t have to answer right now. I just… needed you to know.”
His sincerity cut through her like a quiet ache.
Angad was everything a woman should want—
stable, gentle, real.
So why did her heart react with uncertainty instead of joy?
“Sandhya,” he asked softly, “are you feeling something too? Even a little?”
Her lips parted, but no answer came.
Because the first face that flashed in her mind wasn’t Angad’s.
It was Kapil’s.
His intense eyes.
His quiet protectiveness.
His presence that shouldn’t matter—
but was becoming impossible to ignore.
“I… I don’t know,” she whispered.
Angad nodded slowly, a shadow of disappointment flickering in his eyes, though he masked it well.
“It’s okay. Take your time.”
But Sandhya left the cabin with her heart twisted in knots.
Kapil’s Withdrawal
That night, she sat by her window, hugging her knees.
“Why didn’t you come back?” she whispered into the darkness.
Silence answered her.
A heavy, suffocating silence.
Kapil was keeping his distance deliberately.
She didn’t know why.
But it hurt.
She pressed her forehead to her knees, trying to breathe through the strange empty ache his absence left behind.
“I shouldn’t feel this way,” she whispered.
“Why do I… miss him?”
As if the night itself listened, a familiar cold breeze swept through her—
but it stopped halfway.
Pulled back.
Held away.
Kapil was there.
Watching.
But refusing to appear.
He whispered from the shadows, unheard by her but drowning in his own conflict:
She should choose him—
not me.
Not a shadow tied to blood revenge.
Not a dead man bound to darkness.
If Kapil could bleed, he would have.
Instead, he stepped further into the dark and forced himself to disappear again.
Danger Strikes Again
The next day, Sandhya stopped by a small grocery store after work. As she walked home along a quieter street, a motorcycle screeched to a halt beside her.
Two men—drunk, loud, aggressive—blocked her path.
“Aye madam… remember us?”
It was the same group from the parking lot.
Sandhya’s blood ran cold.
Her breath faltered.
She stumbled back.
“You got our friend beaten up,” one hissed.
“Tonight we return the favor.”
Her voice trembled.
“Please… just let me go.”
They didn’t listen.
One man grabbed her wrist—
and the world froze.
A wind sharper than winter sliced through the street.
The streetlights flickered violently.
The shadows twisted unnaturally.
Sandhya gasped.
She knew this feeling.
“Kapil…?”
He didn’t appear immediately.
He was losing control—
fighting himself—
trying not to come to her.
But the moment the man pulled Sandhya closer—
Kapil materialized.
Not as a whisper.
Not as a silhouette.
Fully.
Dark.
Tall.
Terrifying.
The men stumbled back, eyes wide with horror.
“What—what the hell?!” one screamed.
Kapil’s voice was low, lethal.
“Touch her again… and I’ll show you what hell really feels like.”
The man bolted.
His friend followed.
Sandhya collapsed to her knees, trembling.
Kapil stood above her, chest rising with the force of the rage he had barely contained.
“Why did you come?” she whispered shakily.
Kapil closed his eyes.
“Because I can’t stay away when you’re in danger,” he murmured.
“No matter how hard I try.”
Sandhya’s breath quivered.
“You said you didn’t want to be near me.”
“I don’t.” His voice cracked. “But I still am.”
She reached out—instinctive, terrified, grateful.
And for a moment, Kapil almost took her hand.
Almost.
Instead, he stepped back.
Again.
The Shiv Temple — Divine Signs
Later that night, overwhelmed, shaken, and unable to find peace, Sandhya walked barefoot to the Shiv temple.
Her heart pounded as she folded her hands before the idol.
“Why is this happening, Shivji?” she whispered.
“Who is he? What is this… connection?”
The temple bells rang violently—
though no wind blew.
The oil lamps flared high.
The incense smoke curled unnaturally toward her.
A sign.
A presence.
A message.
Sandhya’s breath caught.
Behind her, the shadows thickened.
Slow.
Silent.
Drawn to her in a way that defied every law of life and death.
She didn’t turn.
She didn’t need to.
She felt him.
Kapil.
And for the first time—
the temple did not reject him.
Instead, the flame before the Shiva idol leaned toward them both.
Joining them.
Acknowledging them.
Blessing them.
Kapil stared at the divine flame, stunned, shaken to his core.
“No…” he whispered, voice raw.
“This can’t be.”
Sandhya finally turned.
“Kapil,” she breathed.
Their eyes met.
Something ancient, divine, and forbidden pulsed between them—
A connection neither wanted.
A destiny neither chose.
A bond even gods seemed to recognize.
And for the first time…
Kapil understood
that he was not just tied to her past—but to her future.
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To be continued.
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