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Mohan takes a breath. "Sir, the deed to the ancestral textile mill, the one you transferred to Mrs. Alka Verma’s name last month... the signatures are not yours."
"Let him speak, Abhishek," Chandrakant cuts him off, his eyes not leaving Mohan's face.
Suman, who has been standing quietly near the temple inside the house, steps forward into the courtyard. She is wearing a simple cotton saree, no jewels. Her eyes are calm but piercing.
Alka tries to laugh, a shrill, fake sound. "Dadaji, you're being dramatic. Mohan is lying. He’s jealous of our friendship."
Suman stands and faces Alka. "You have copies. Fine. But you forget one thing. This isn't just a business house. It's a family. And in a family, truth is heavier than any deed." She turns to the family. "Three days ago, I overheard Chandni talking on the phone to a man named Rohan. She said, 'Once the mill is in Mummy's name, we will sell it and leave these idiots.' I recorded it."
A collective gasp. Rukmini’s hand flies to her mouth. Alka’s face goes white as a sheet. Chandni, dressed in a shimmering silk saree, clutches her mother’s arm.
"I clean every room in this house, Chandni ji," Suman replies, not backing down. "I found it rolled inside an empty mithai box. I gave it to Abhishek bhaiya last night."
Alka’s mask crumbles. Her eyes turn into slits. "You think this is over, Abhishek? I have copies. I have witnesses. Your father promised me marriage. He touched my hand in the garden. I’ll call it harassment. I’ll take half of everything."
Mohan takes a breath. "Sir, the deed to the ancestral textile mill, the one you transferred to Mrs. Alka Verma’s name last month... the signatures are not yours."
"Let him speak, Abhishek," Chandrakant cuts him off, his eyes not leaving Mohan's face.
Suman, who has been standing quietly near the temple inside the house, steps forward into the courtyard. She is wearing a simple cotton saree, no jewels. Her eyes are calm but piercing. ek vivah aisa bhi episode 36
Alka tries to laugh, a shrill, fake sound. "Dadaji, you're being dramatic. Mohan is lying. He’s jealous of our friendship."
Suman stands and faces Alka. "You have copies. Fine. But you forget one thing. This isn't just a business house. It's a family. And in a family, truth is heavier than any deed." She turns to the family. "Three days ago, I overheard Chandni talking on the phone to a man named Rohan. She said, 'Once the mill is in Mummy's name, we will sell it and leave these idiots.' I recorded it." Mohan takes a breath
A collective gasp. Rukmini’s hand flies to her mouth. Alka’s face goes white as a sheet. Chandni, dressed in a shimmering silk saree, clutches her mother’s arm.
"I clean every room in this house, Chandni ji," Suman replies, not backing down. "I found it rolled inside an empty mithai box. I gave it to Abhishek bhaiya last night." the signatures are not yours
Alka’s mask crumbles. Her eyes turn into slits. "You think this is over, Abhishek? I have copies. I have witnesses. Your father promised me marriage. He touched my hand in the garden. I’ll call it harassment. I’ll take half of everything."