Ishyant had just boarded their return flight. Ishita was agitated after listening to purvi's voicemail. She knew she was going home, and she would very soon be there for her sister, but that still did not help the nail biting.

'ishita, breakfast ke baad hi itni bhook lag gayi ki nakhon khaane pad rahe hai?' asked dushyant amusingly, very well aware that she had a tendency of over thinking.

While ishita, who was too lost in her maze of nightmares, came back to earth with this remark.

'huh?' she said, the nail still between her teeth, while dushyant smiled as he pointed towards the thumb's nail she was biting.

'oh...uh..woh main bas, dekhiye, purvi na kabhi aise nahi karti hai, kuch serious hi hoga of course, par usne kuch bataya kyun nahi!' said ishita, expressing her worries.

'ishita, yeh toh na main jaanta hoon na tum, ki usne kya batana hai aur usne phone pe hi kyun nahi bataya, lekin, what i do know is, ki iss flight ke land hoti hi, main aapko wahan chod aunga, aur aapko saare sawaalon ka jawab mil jayega. Lekin, filhaal, humein thoda wait karna padega..ok?' explained dushyant very calmly, with his hand on her cheek, with that 'trust me' waala look, to which she nodded with understanding.

Although she might not be very outwardly worried now, she was not escaping the maze of nightmares soon.

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She might not have expected this, but reaching closer to her home made ishita more worried. This was not unnoticed by dushyant, who simply held her hand and gave her an assuring look, that everything will be alright.

The driver stopped the car outside ishita's home, as she still sighed in relief that she was finally here.

'jab wapas aana ho call kardena, main aa jaunga pick karne. Filhaal main jaata hoon singhania se milne, bhagwaan karein kavin ke gaaliyan bhul jaayein yeh!' said dushyant as ishita nodded and got out of the car, leaving only after waving goodbye.

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The sound of the bell caused purvi to jump from her bedroom to rush to open the door. She opened it to hug her sister in relief, who she was dying to see.

'thank god aap aa gayi, meri jaan hi nikli hui thi...' said purvi as she separated from the hug.

'arre meri jaan nikal ke rakh deti teri voicemail ne...ab bata hua kya hai!' exclaimed ishita.

Purvi, just grabbed ishita's wrist and pulled her to their room, just making ishita more worried.

'purvi! Kuch batao toh sahi!' commanded ishita as purvi locked the bedroom door.

'di, i'm pregnant.' Informed purvi as she let out a huge sigh, while ishita just blankly stared at her.

'di, yaar kuch toh bolo!'

'how do u...'

'woh nausea sa tha, toh doctor ko dikhaya, tab pata chala...'

'toh mummy ko...'

'nahi pata...'

'kavin?'

'samajh nahi aa raha usse bataon ya nahi...'

'oh god, kuch aur bhi hai?' said ishita as she looked up at purvi's face.

'you know that internship ...' said purvi as she looked down at her foot that was making circles around the floor.

'you got selected...' finished ishita, making purvi nod in agreement, who was about to break down.

'di, main kya karoon?' said purvi with such teary eyes that ishita had never seen before.

'abhi toh maine pehla kadam liya hi toh tha apne sapne ki taraf...aur yeh bacha! Di, mujhe nahi chahiye abhi ek bacha...main...yeh sab aise nahi hona chahiye tha!' said purvi as she punched on the wall she was standing near to.

Ishita gazed at her sister, she knew what marriage would mean for purvi's dreams, she didn't want to see her sister that way, so she suggested,

'abortion ke baarein mein socha hai?'

There was such seriousness in her eyes, as purvi, wasn't really that shocked as she would be lying if she said this thought didn't cross her mind.

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'acha toh yeh baat thi...wahi toh mujhe samjh nahi aaya ki kavin ko achanak se kya hogaya..' replied mr singhania as dushyant explained how kavin was simply stressed because he was worried for his fiancee's health.

'ab kya karein huh inn ladkiyon ka, dimaag hi kharab kardeti hain ache khase bande ka..' remarked singhania, as dushyant just raised his brow.

'i mean, no offense dushyant, but you are smart guy, you know kaisi hoti hai yeh middle class ladkiyan...'

'excuse me?'

'oh come on dushyant, tum smart ho, good looking ho, you are a pretty nice guy, but most importantly, ameer ho...i mean, we can't exactly say that didn't play a part in bhabhi marring you..' said singhania, as dushyant simply stared at him.

'i mean, ab tumhe aur kavin jaise ladkon ko phasakar shadi karna, is literally the most respectable form of prostitution for these middle class girls...' continued singhania, while dushyant had by now, in simple words, lost it!

He got up from his seat, grabbed singhania's collar and banged his head onto the desk in front of the chair. In just a few seconds though, he threw him with sheer force on to the floor, literally causing him to smack his left side jaw. As singhania groaned in pain, he lied on his back now, as his head was spinning around.

While dushyant kicked on his throat and then on his torso, literally causing the guy to choke. For the final touch he simply kicked so hard on his groin, he slided into the nearest wall with such force, he felt his skull crack. But it wasn't done, until he picked him up by grabbing his collar and opened the office window and threw him in such a way that his upper body was in the air, and lower body on the ground.

'meri biwi ke baarein mein ek shabd bhi nikla na dobara tere moh se, agli baar teri laash milegi logon ko neeche!' said dushyant as he pulled him out of the window and left.

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Kavin, was worried as he roamed back and forth around the living room, remembering what he said to singhania.

'behenchod, tera koi naukar nahi hai yahan, samjha! Khabaradar dobara aise hi tapka toh, saala kanjar na huwe kisi than da!'

He regretted those words for a second, but let's face it, kavin khanna would not take nonsense from anyone. Why did he have to be such a kanjar! He totally deserved the slap too!

But kavin knew resting his hope on his brother would be good, after all, he had a track record of being calmer and better in dealing with singhania.

Unfortunate for him, his brother did not enter the house in a good mood, rather in a rage he had never seen him in before.

'bhai? Kya hua? Bhai? Arre kuch bolo yaar!' said a confused kavin, as mrs. Khanna too just gazed at her son she had seen this angry for the first time.

'ab koi kaam nahi karenge hum singhania ke saath.' Announced dushyant as he sat on the couch.

'kya? Bhai aap ka dimaag kaharab ho gaya hai kya? Iss project mein humare croreron lag chuke hain!'

'kavin, maine keh diya, toh keh diya!' said dushyant as kavin looked at his mom helplessly, to put some sense into his brother.

'dushyant? Beta, abhi tum gusse mein hoon...'

'maa, main ache se janta hoon main kya kar raha hoon..' said dushyant with such an intense glare that even scared mrs khanna.

'arre par..' kavin revolted.

'tere se pehle itne saal maine hi chaliye hai company, dekh lunga kya ukhadta woh mera saala ameer baap ki bigdi aulaad!' commanded dushyant as he stormed out of there, as kavin said to his mother,

'main nahi jhel raha ha ab inhe!' he announced as he left too.

'bhagwaan hi jaane ab kya hoga!' thought mrs khanna as she watched her sons walk in different directions.