Saru – February 14 th ’26: Kamini Hisses Threats at Saroja, Police Yank the Snake Away
Bajaj house feels like a pressure cooker even after Kamini’s mask rips off. Truth’s out, but she digs in heels—fam crowding round, cops itching to move, and she’s spitting venom. Eyes locked on Saroja, voice low and nasty: “Think this ends me? Just catching breath… bigger mess coming your way.” Chills crawl up spines; girl’s got that unhinged gleam, like defeat’s a joke she ain’t buying.
Saroja freezes, old nightmares crashing back—years of hiding, dread, that woman’s shadow everywhere. Family gawks helpless as inspector nods sharp: “Take her.” Constables grab arms, drag kicking toward door. She twists for one last glare, words echoing: “Watch your backs.” Slam. Gone. House exhales shaky, but air’s thick, her poison lingering like smoke.
Saroja slumps, hands trembling, face pale. Trauma’s raw wound reopening. Saru drops beside, rubs back gentle: “Ma, it’s done. She’s caged now, no more games.” Voice steady but eyes fierce-protective. Ved slides in close too, hand on shoulder: “Whole clan’s locked tight. United, we crush threats. She powerless.”
Chandrakant steps up slow, wraps Saroja in bear hug—dad warmth pouring out. “Enough fear, my girl. You’re rooted here, blood and bone. No chasing you away ever.” She buries face in his chest, sobs quiet; room softens, walls thaw a touch. Group circles in, murmurs gratitude—truth freed ’em, fam puzzle clicks complete. Smiles crack through tears, first real breath in ages.
Dadu hangs back watching Saru and Saroja, eyes misty. Mind replays it all—how Saru stepped up granddaughter duties pre-knowing roots, ate dirt, faced fire, shielded everyone. “Beta, your grit? Proved every hunch right. Took humiliation, danger, never buckled. Proud swells my chest.” Voice cracks; he pulls ’em both near, blessings flow thick.
They shuffle out together after, temple-bound. Streets quiet Valentine’s eve, but their steps sync—heads high, thanking divine for yanking thru abyss. Prayers for peace, scars fading. Feels like page turn… unity glowing soft under streetlights.
Still, Kamini’s smirk burns memory. That cocky “storm” tease? No idle chatter. Accomplice lurking? Jail breakout plot? Or pure bluff to haunt? Saru’s triumph hold, or one last fang sink in? Tomorrow unravels it—gut-twist guaranteed.
