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Prakram is sitting very comfortably and has a glass of wine in his hand. Some girls are dancing in front of him, and he has no interest in seeing them. It is definitely a compulsion for him to come to such a party because it is very important for their business, but in such activities, he doesn't like getting involved at all.

Armaan, his right-hand man, looks at his glass, which is now empty. He knows very well that when he comes to drink, he drinks a lot without stopping at all. When he is drinking and his glass appears empty for an extended period of time, his anger is at its peak, so he is taking care of this very well. Armaan immediately fills his glass with wine without delay. Everyone is watching the dance in front of them because they are more interested in the naked bodies of the girls that they are displaying in front of them in the dance, as they are in minimal clothes. Everyone knows very well that these are special dancers who are called by paying a very high price, and they have no qualms about wearing less clothes or doing anything. In such a situation, everyone is eager to do everything with them.

After some time, all the girls go around there and start dancing very short distances with men, and many men are touching their bodies. Prakram is keeping himself away from all these things and is just looking outside the window; all his attention is only on his liquor, which gives him immense pleasure. He's justwaiting for the party to come to an end. A girl comes near him and starts dancing. Armaan goes and tries to stop her, but the girl starts seducing Armaan while touching him very sensually, due to which he first wants to save himself because he knows very well that no one will be able to save her from Prakram , if she tries to disturb his me time. He moves aside and waits to end the game. The girl comes near Prakram , takes his wine glass from his hands, and starts dancing in front of him. Prakram starts looking at her very quietly.

The girl, while pouring liquor on herself, is constantly trying to woo him with her seductive expressions, which doesn't seem to be succeeding by far. She deliberately sat on his lap, poured liquor on her bosoms, and brought herself close to Prakram 's lips. Armaan closes his eyes without any delay because, in one fell swoop, Prakram pulls the girl's hair tightly into his fist and slits her throat.

“Ahhhhhh”

The girl starts writhing on the ground, holding her throat, but no one helps her, and after some time, her writhing also stops because her body has become completely lifeless. There is an atmosphere of fear among the girls, but they all know that at this moment they are in a mafia party and doing anything here can be fatal for them too, so they just stand there silently bravely, and most importantly, it was told to all of them very well that they should invite only those who show interest in them or come close to them willing, but they should not try to forcefully approach anyone else; their attempt cost their lives; or the consequences could be more bad, but their companions completely ignored this warning, and in the pursuit of finding a bigger prey, she got into trouble with the wrong person.

He looks around, and his eyes stop towards the waiter, who is standing with many glasses and a full bottle of some famous brands of wine on a big tray.

"Come here."

The waiter immediately comes near him without any delay. His steps stop near the dead girl because Prakram is standing there. He is feeling the girl's blood on his feet, but he does not dare to move from there, even by mistake, because right now Prakaram is very interested in checking out the liquor. He picks up his preferred brand, glances down at the dead body, and gently opens the bottle while looking at her. On tiptoes, he sits near the dead body and drinks the wine while looking at the girl carefully.

“Very bad happened to you; all your life went away from your body in one stroke. It is my fault; you should have suffered a little because you deserved it.”

He gets up from there, puts the bottle in his mouth, and leaves, drinking the liquor. Armaan immediately signals his men and gives instructions to clean the place, and he himself runs after Prakram .

After two hours, Prakram and Armaan are in his room. Prakram is continuously emptying liquor bottles one after the other until he becomes so intoxicated that he forgets the world completely.

“Sir, it is too much; now go to sleep.”

Prakram is able to lift his face upwards with great difficulty, so Armaan helps him get up, makes him lie down on the bed, and then takes off his shoes and starts covering him with a blanket, but Prakram 's voice stops his hand for a few moments.

“You left; you shouldn't have gone like this.”

Armaan gently covers him in the blanket and sits in front of him. He starts looking at Prakram 's face very well because, as his assistant, he knows a lot about his business and personal life. He says it softly.

"It has been 3 years; neither are you able to forget her nor are you able to move forward... If all that had not happened three years ago, you would not have been like this today.”

Armaan looks at him carefully, closes his room, and goes to his own room.

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Avi is sitting and making the tiara very lovingly, because only yesterday Aashi had told her that she wanted to wear the tiara. Padma is beaming as she looks at Avi, noticing that she hasn't seen this girl smile as much in the past 1.5 years as she has in the last 7 days.

"Avi…"

She immediately turns to face Padma, a smile spreading across her lips as she remembers Aashi, even as she's making the tiara. Padma immediately takes out a little bit of kohl from the corners of her eyes, applies it to Avi's cheek, and says it with a smile.

“God forbid that this smile of yours should not be noticed by anyone... I feel good when you smile like this.”

She had no idea that she was smiling; she wanted to hide her smile, but the woman who was sitting in front of her did not spare any effort to save her from any kind of trouble. If she wantsto see her smiling, then she can do this much for her. She smiles lightly and again engages in her work.

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It is 1:00 at night, and Aashi is still running around wearing a tiara on her head. Three nannies, who have been left in charge of Aashi, are attempting to catch her and are becoming upset due to her behavior. Digvijay is smiling, seeing his granddaughter's mischievousness, while Sandhya is just waiting to catch her. After a lot of difficulties, all the nannies together catch hold of Aashi, due to which she immediately starts crying. Digvijay takes his granddaughter in his arms and starts staring at everyone; hence, Sandhya comes in between and takes all them away from there and signals them to leave immediately. Aashi was still in the mood to play, and when she was held, she did not like it, so she started crying, and she is crying so much that it is difficult for Digvijay and Sandhya to calm her down.