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Raizada Mansion
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Arnav entered his room to see a worried Khushi. She ran towards him. He took her in his arms and hugged her.
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Arnav: What happened, dear? You look worried.
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Khushi: I don't know. I've felt this uneasiness since you called.
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Arnav slowly walked her towards the bed and made her lay down.
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Arnav: You know what the doctor said, right? Don't strain yourself. I am here to deal with everything.
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Khushi: Even your sugar levels are not normal. The doctor asked you to rest, and you are roaming around. She said, pouting.
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Arnav smiled and pulled her cheeks.
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Arnav: I have my wife to take care of me, don't I? I will be alright. He said looking lovingly into her eyes. There is something to be dealt with as soon as possible, dear. I can't allow it to affect our lives.
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Khushi: Anjali ji? You said she was in the hospital. What did the doctor say?
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Arnav sat beside her and explained everything that happened in the hospital.
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Khushi: Oh my God! How could she think like that, Arnavji? This is too much!, she said, with her tone filled with anger. 
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Arnav: I know. We will deal with her. It's high time. He said, seemingly lost in thought.
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Khushi: Where is she?
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Arnav: Arnav: She went to her room claiming to be dizzy. I know she was lying to escape from the situation. I allowed her to leave. We will discuss this matter after dinner and solve the issue once and for all.
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Khushi: Mmm... Now, go change and rest properly. Don't overthink. We'll tackle everything together.
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Arnav smiled and nodded his head. He bent down and kissed Khushi's forehead, then strolled towards the wardrobe, took his clothes to change, and walked towards the washroom to freshen up.
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Dining Room
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Everyone was present at the dining table except Anjali.
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Arnav: Nani, where is Di?
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Nani: She is not feeling well, Bitwa. I asked her to take a rest. HP will serve her dinner in her room. At the same time, they saw HP walking out of the kitchen with Anjali's food in his hands.
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Arnav: HP, where are you going?
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HP was startled by Arnav's question.
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HP: Arnav Bhayya, um, Nani ji asked me to serve food to Anjaliji in her room.
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Arnav: Place it here and go ask her to come here for dinner.
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HP nodded and was about to leave, but Nani stopped him.
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Nani: You don't need to go. I will go and call her, saying this, she went to fetch Anjali.
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Manorama: Arnav Bitwa, what you're doing isn't right. Anjali Bitiya is in pain, and it seems like you don't care, she expressed, disapproving of Arnav's care for Khushi, whom they considered to be the culprit, instead of attending to Anjali, who was suffering.
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At that moment, they noticed Anjali, tears streaming down her face, being comforted by Nani as they descended the stairs.
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Manorama stood up and hurried towards her. She helped her sit in a chair and settled beside her. Nani began serving her, and Mami started feeding her. Payal rolled her eyes, observing the drama unfolding at the dining table. She sat next to Khushi and began eating her food.
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After dinner, everyone sat in the living room. Payal and Khushi stayed in the kitchen, avoiding going in front of Anjali to prevent further problems while Arnav was all set to have a conversation with her. Anjali was about to go to her room, but Arnav stopped her.
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Arnav: Where are you going, Di? Sit here. We need to talk.
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Nani: She is not well, Chotte. Let her go. Everything else can wait.
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Arnav: No, Nani. This can't wait. Saying this, he turned to Anjali. "Why did you do that, Di?
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Anjali looked at him questioningly.
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Arnav: You very well know what I mean, Di. Don't play dumb in front of me. I know you better. Anyway, to clear others' doubt, I will ask you clearly: Why on earth did you create that scene in the hospital?
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Anjali started to cry and was about to run into her room, but a roar stopped her.
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Arnav: Don't you dare, Di. You cannot escape now. Tell us, Why the hell do you want to abort your baby?
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Everyone gasped upon hearing it.
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Manorama: Abortion wa! She exclaimed. Anjali Bitiya, are you mad?

Nani: What am I hearing, Anjali Bitiya? How can you even think of such a thing?
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Anjali sat heavily on the couch and began to cry, covering her face with her hand.
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Manorama: This is all because of that Phatti Sadi only. Otherwise, our Anjali bitiya was so happy in her life. These Gupta sisters entered our house and ruined the happiness of this household. Anjali bitiya is suffering because of that Phatti Sadi, she said with disdain.
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Akash: Maa, what are you saying?
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Manorama: What's wrong with what I said? I'm just speaking the truth. She said, shrugging her shoulders.
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Arnav: Enough, Mami. It's been too much. And my wife has a beautiful name. So if I ever hear anyone calling her by weird names, you'll have to deal with ASR, he said, looking straight into Mami's eyes. She squirmed and nodded her head. And regarding the happiness part, Mami, our wives didn't ruin the happiness of this house, but your Anjali Bitiya did, he added, glaring at Anjali with anger.
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Manorama: What are you saying, Arnav Bitwa? How can you blame Anjali Bitiya?
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Arnav: Oh, I very well can blame her, Mami. Because she is the real culprit. She was adamant about marrying that slime. When I was about to check his background, she made me swear on Mom not to do that. If she is suffering now, it's her own doing only. I'm not here to evaluate it, but I want to have a practical talk with Di.
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Anjali looked at Arnav with teary eyes. Her Chotte, who couldn't see a tear in her eyes before, didn't even come to console her. The Chotte who would lay the world at her feet was now standing against her simple wish to be with her husband. It's all because of that lowlife Khushi only. I will not leave her. I will make her life a living hell. She will never be happy in her life. She cursed Khushi. Her cursing spree came to an end with a stunning question from Arnav.
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Arnav: Di, do you want this baby? he asked sternly.
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Everyone gasped at the question.
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Anjali: How can you ask me that, Chotte? She is my Rajkumari. I love her to death. She asked emotionally, tears streaming down her cheeks.
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Arnav: Yeah, right. I saw that love, today, he said with a sarcastic smile.
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Anjali looked down, ashamed to meet his gaze.
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Nani: She has been so sad since yesterday, Bitwa. She might have made that decision in haste.
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Mami: What else could it be? Anjali bitiya left home after Phatti Sadi, I mean Khushi went to her room only. She must have provoked Anjali Bitiya to take such a step.
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Arnav gritted his teeth upon hearing it.
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Arnav: Khushi, Khushi, come here. He called her looking towards the Kitchen.
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Upon hearing Arnav's call, Khushi emerged from the kitchen, followed by Payal. They had been listening to the conversation but chose not to interfere.
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Khushi: What happened, Arnavji?
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Arnav: Why did you go to Di's room this afternoon?
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Khushi: To give her lunch. She returned the lunch sent to her room, back with HP ji.
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Arnav: Did you say anything to her?
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Khushi: Yeah. She said she didn't want food. So I told her to at least think of her Rajkumari and eat. Then I came back.
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Anjali squirmed in her seat.
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Arnav: Did you hear that, Nani, Mami? What's wrong with what Khushi said that made Di try to harm her baby? He asked, raising his eyebrows.
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Khushi gasped upon hearing this and looked at Anjali, who was sitting with her head down.
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Mami: Hello hi bye bye, Anjali, you said Khushi provoked you? What's there to get provoked if someone asks you to have food?
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Anjali looked at Mami as if a cat had caught her tongue.
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Everyone looked at her, waiting for an answer.
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Anjali: I don't like to see her. I don't want her in my house. She reminds me of my Shyamji. Chotte, I want peace, Chotte. I don't like her.
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Khushi had tears in her eyes hearing this. She glanced at Arnav, silently seeking his decision.
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Nani: Chotte, this is too much. We don't have any enmity towards Khushi Bitiya. But Anjali Bitiya is pregnant now, and she needs extra care. Whatever happened today shouldn't happen again. So, I suggest Khushi Bitiya go and stay with her Buaji until Anjali Bitiya's delivery. I don't want all this happening in my house. It's my decision. She said sternly.
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Arnav, who had been silent until now, spoke up.
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Arnav: Why should my wife leave HER home, Nani? Why does my wife always have to sacrifice? I didn't marry her to send her to Buaji's house. She will stay with me, wherever I am. Yesterday I told you that we would leave Raizada Mansion for the time being, but you didn't allow us. Actually, Di's problem is different, right? Whether Khushi goes to Buaji's house or not, she can't bring that man back into my house, Nani. So what's the difference?
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Anjali: How can you think of leaving me, Chotte? Is she so important to you that you would leave your Di for her? she asked, gritting her teeth. If she leaves, what's the problem in bringing my Shyamji back?
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Arnav: Why not, Di? If Shyam can be so important to you that you would risk your child's life, why can't Khushi be important to me? In fact for your kind information, Khushi is the most important person in my life. The world doesn't revolve around you, Di. I am your brother, but that doesn't mean I only have that relationship in this world. You are just one of my relationships, Di. Of course, you are included on my priority list. You are my family, but don't expect me to babysit you after throwing away all other relationships, especially my wife. He said firmly.
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Payal smiled upon hearing him and hugged Khushi from the side. Khushi, with tears in her eyes, looked at her husband. She never expected him to choose her over his sister.
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Arnav looked at Khushi and blinked his eyes to reassure her, signaling her not to cry.
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Anjali: Why can't you understand, Chotte? Why are you blind to my pain? I want my husband. My baby needs her father. I can't live without him. Don't you want to see your Di happy?
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Arnav: Nani, if you can, try to make her understand the gravity of the situation. Under no circumstances will Shyam enter this family.
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Anjali: How dare you say that? My Shyamji will come for me. She yelled.
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Arnav: That will be your last day here. If he steps inside this house by your invitation, you can go with him forever. After that, don't step inside this house. He growled angrily.
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Nani: Chotte! Anjali bitiya is pregnant. This much stress is not good for her. You're being stubborn here, Chotte. We're not throwing Khushi out; we just want her away from Anjali Bitiya. If she wants, she can take Payal too with her.
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Anjali: If Payal goes, who will look after the household, Nani?
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Mami: Yes, Anjali Bitiya is right. Who will cook for us if both of them go?
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Payal and Khushi turned towards Anjali and Mami upon hearing this. They couldn't believe how the people of RM were considering them, just as maids?
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Akash, as usual, remained silent.
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Arnav: Khushi and Payal are not the managers or maids of this house. They hold the utmost position here. Khushi, Payal, this is the last time I'm seeing you both in the kitchen. As for managing the house, wait, HP...
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HP hurried to the living area.
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HP: Yes, Arnav Bhayya...

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Arnav: Khushi and Payal will not cook or do any kind of work from now onwards. Every day, ask them what's needed to be done and do it accordingly. If you need more help, let me know. I'll arrange it. Understand?
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HP nodded his head happily. He never liked the way how the residents of RM were treating his favorite bhabies.
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Nani: Chotte, what is this? Am I not the matriarch of this house? How can you make decisions without consulting me?
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Arnav: You've failed as a matriarch since you started differentiating between daughters and daughters-in-law of this house, Nani. It's time for you to take a rest from that big responsibility.
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Nani: What are you saying, Chotte? I just suggested Khushi move to Madhumati's house for a few months for the sake of Anjali's baby. Has that become a big sin for you?
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Khushi moved towards Arnav and squeezed his shoulder.
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Khushi: Arnavji, please calm down. Nani is right. At least think of the baby. I'll go to Buaji's house if it resolves this issue. Arnav looked at her angrily and shrugged her hand from his shoulder, shocking Khushi.
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Arnav: Just a minute, excuse us. It's not over yet. Saying this, he took Khushi's hand and led her to their room, closing the door with a thud and releasing her hand.
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Arnav: If you want to be Mahan, there are better ways, Khushi. You're my wife, and we'll stay together. Understand. Don't be so selfless. People will take advantage of you. And I'm here to handle the issue. You don't need to interfere. He said with a stern face.
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Khushi nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. Arnav cupped her face, wiped the tears, and kissed both her eyes and cheeks. Khushi suddenly hugged him and cried her heart out. Arnav hugged her, caressing her hair, and asking her to stop crying. He gently held her in his arms and made her lie on the bed, then sat beside her.
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Arnav: Khushi, you know how much I love you, right? You are my wife, my life and I want everyone in this house to treat you with respect. Nobody has the right to taunt you or blame you for others' mistakes.
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Khushi: But Di...
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Arnav: I understand her turmoil. She's sad and not ready to accept the reality. But that doesn't give her a free pass to blame or curse you. She brought this upon herself. In fact, I'm also to blame. In my eagerness to see Di happy, I didn't check his background. I indulged her demands and funded him with my money, seeing my Di happy with him. But he was using her. No woman deserves that, Khushi. It's my fault for keeping Di in a cocoon. That made her arrogant and stubborn. She thinks of herself as a princess and wants everything to happen as she wishes. But it's high time she comes out of that illusion. Otherwise, the baby will suffer. From now on, she'll learn how things really work in the real world.
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Khushi nodded.
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Arnav: You stay here. I'll be back in a bit.
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Khushi: No, I'm coming too.
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Arnav: Okay, come. They both held hands as they descended the stairs to see Nani comforting Anjali while Mami handed her a glass of water. Upon seeing them, Nani stood up from the couch, looking angrily at Arnav.
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Nani: Chotte, this is too much. This isn't how you handle a problem. Anjali Bitiya is your sister, look at her. She's in pain, and you're only adding to it. Have you forgotten the promise you made to your mother?
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Arnav: Wow, Nani! I wondered why neither you nor your Anjali Bitiya mentioned this until now. Anyway you didn't disappoint me, he said with a faint sarcastic smile.
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Arnav: So where are we? Ah yes, my Mom, Mrs. Ratna Malik. You know, I love her to bits. But let's face the truth. She was one of the most selfish women I have ever known. When she took her life, she didn't consider us. Instead, she had the audacity to ask me, a 14-year-old boy, to care for her fragile daughter. It's hypocrisy at its peak, isn't it? If she truly cared for her daughter, she wouldn't have ended her life. She would have fought for her children against the world. But no, she prioritized her own happiness. And she wasn't the only woman who was cheated by her husband. Many have faced similar injustices and fought with dignity. So, please, don't use her to emotionally manipulate me. I'm not the same old Arnav. Fifteen days in that dungeon actually helped me analyze different aspects of my life.
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Arnav: And yeah, I want to clarify something now to everyone. I learned about Shyam's betrayal from the day of Akash and Payal's wedding, he looked at Khushi and said, on the day of our wedding. I confronted him, and he confessed that he loves Khushi and blames Anjali for being an obstacle in his love life.
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There was pin-drop silence in the living room of Raizada Mansion. Arnav looked around and continued.
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Arnav: I hired a private investigator, and the report he sent me confirmed everything. What Khushi and Payal said was true. Aman himself verified with the people in Laxmi Nagar, and they confirmed that Shyam was the paying guest at Buaji's place and was engaged to Khushi. 
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He then turned towards Khushi and Payal.
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Arnav: Khushi, Payal, please don't think that I didn't believe you. I believed you then, and I believe you now. But I needed solid evidence against that scoundrel.
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Khushi and Payal nodded, understanding his point of view and intentions.
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Anjali: Chotte, how can you insult my husband like this? I refuse to believe you or your investigator. You are all conspiring against my Shyamji and my happiness. Khushi, are you satisfied now after ruining my life? Shyamji told me what kind of a girl you are. You want my brother to abandon me so that you can rule this Raizada Mansion, and the AR empire, right? That will never happen as long as I am alive. You greedy gold digger.
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"Enough!!!" Arnav's voice thundered with fury.
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Arnav: A word against my wife, you will know who the real ASR is. He said with intense anger.
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Nani: Chotte, control your anger. It's not good for you. Anjali Bitiya is this house's child. Her well being is our responsibility. Even if Damadji made a mistake, shouldn't we consider giving him another chance for the sake of Anjali Bitiya? Shouldn't we give him an opportunity to correct his mistakes and build a happy life with Anjali Bitiya and her baby?
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Arnav, Khushi, Payal, and NK, who had just returned from his friend's house, stared in disbelief at Nani's suggestion.
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NK: What the hell! He exclaimed. What are you suggesting, Nani? To give that scoundrel another chance? Are you serious? He kidnapped Nannav and held him hostage for 15 days. He attempted to kill Nannav and Khushi, and now you want him back in our lives?
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Arnav dismissed NK's outrage, and said: Leave it, NK. She doesn't understand anything. Frankly, she can't see anything beyond her Anjali Bitiya.
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Nani: Err...I didn't mean it that way, Chotte. It was just a suggestion. But who else is there for Anjali Bitiya except us? She's your sister. Isn't it your responsibility to ensure her happiness and well-being?
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Arnav: Really, Nani? Then let me pose a question. When I was injured and away for 15 days, did Di even bother to inquire about it? Did she ask once if I was alright? No, right? So, is sibling care a one-way street, Nani? Doesn't she have any responsibilities towards me? Or is it the rule of Raizada Mansion that everyone must tend to Anjali Bitiya's desires while she throws tantrums?
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Akash: Bhai, but Di, she is our sister.
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Arnav: So, she can do whatever she wants? Her wish is no longer anyone's command, Akash.
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Akash: But Bhai, we can sit and discuss the matter calmly. She is pregnant, Bhai. She needs our support now.
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Arnav: Till now, I've protected Di, Akash. I have been doing the same since our parents died. Taking care of her doesn't mean bending to her every whim and fancy. Taking care of her means looking after her well-being, not indulging her extravagance, arrogance, or stubbornness. I realized it lately. She's not a kid, Akash; she's going to be a mother. Now, it's her life. I won't interfere. If she wants to go to her husband, then she's free to go. After all, it's her life. But she won't be welcomed back into my life as my Di if she leaves for that lowlife. He then turned towards Anjali.
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Arnav: Mark my words, Anjali, "YOU'RE 'RANI SAHIBA' ONLY AS LONG AS YOU ARE ASR'S SISTER" When the flow of money stops, you'll face the reality. Saying this he walked towards Khushi. 
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Arnav: Khushi, come, let's go to our room. It's time for your medicine. Then he turned towards everyone and said, "This is not over yet. If I find anyone contacting that creepy man, that person will be out of this house and out of my life. Take it as a warning." Saying this, he climbed the stairs with Khushi.
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Precap:

Anjali: Shyamji, how can I bear to live without you? Why doesn't Chotte understand me?
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Shyam: Don't worry, Rani Sahiba. Saale Saab is under the spell of that Khushi. He will realize it soon. We will make him see her truth.
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Anjali: Yes. I want that Khushi out of our home. I will expel her soon, Shyamji. Arnav will regret throwing you out. Shyamji, when are you coming?
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Anjali: I am on my way, Rani Sahiba. Did you speak to the guards?
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Some time later
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Arshi's Room
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Khushi woke up feeling thirsty, only to find the bottle on the side table empty. Amidst the chaos, she had forgotten to refill it. She opened the door and silently, she slipped out of the room.
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