"Yeh... yeh kya... yeh... Mujhe tujhse yeh umeed nahi thi, Aniruddh Roy Choudhary." (This... what is this... this... I did not expect this from you, Aniruddh Roy Choudhary.)
Aniruddh's smirk widens. He gestures to Bondita with a cruel flourish.
"Pooch lo, Dida. Pooch lo apni iss Bondita se... Kabhi isse bhi poora chhua ho?" (Ask her, Dida. Ask your this Bondita... Have I ever even touched her fully?)
Dida's gaze snaps to Bondita, her eyes wide with confusion.
"Bondita... bura zaroor hu main... bahut bura. Shayad rakshas... ya usse bhi zyada... lekin bewafa nahi hu." (Bondita... I am surely bad... very bad. Perhaps a monster... or even worse than that... but I am not unfaithful.)
He takes a step towards Bondita, his voice a low, chilling whisper.
"Bolo, Bondita... Kya kabhi chhua main tumhe poora?" (Speak, Bondita... Did I ever touch you fully?)
"Sach jaana hai, Dida? Kitna... adha... poora?" (You want to know the truth, Dida? How much... half... or fully?)
(He laughs, a cold, humorless sound that echoes through the haveli. The screen goes black.)
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