The doli leaves for the border amidst tears of farewell ... Paro remembering Bindi every step of the way...
The border guards wait in anticipation for the kill ...
Tejawat is confident his plan has succeeded ...
The bridal party tries to get away with humble pleas, folded hands, calls to tradition ... the border guards are unmoved ... and Paro recognises her nemesis Rudra ... and the same conundrum ... protector or destroyer?
Rather sloppy search on the part of the BSD ... they didn't catch any of the guns hidden under the saddle bags? It takes a rather obvious attempt to hide the cash boxes to draw the BSD's attention.
Bloodshed at the border ... rann ki rath par rakth se rachi ... nafrat ki dastaan starts ... as a flummoxed Rudra confronts a terrified Paro ... did Rudra forget that Paro was to be the dulhan? Or did he not connect that she was the bride in this particular ill-fated wedding?
And Rudra stops in his tracks ... stops and stares ... as Paro stares back ... as time stops ... as guns explode while they stand enveloped in deafening silence ... and stare at each other ... one in shock, dawning recognition and confusion ... as he remembers a fragile terrified woman on the desert sands ... one in terrified fascinated hate ... as she faces the embodiment of her nightmares ... the living fire, the dreaded destroyer ...
And we get that haunting melody again ...
yeh bhi hai kuch aadha aadha
Woh bhi rahe adhoori
... till Paro drops to the ground in a dead faint.
Where is Varun?! After promising to protect her for seven janams, he took off and didn't come back ...

