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Why would I stand in the way of you two?

That’s what I was trying to make him understand.

But he threatened me before he left.

A threat?

Why did he threaten you?

Only he can answer that.

I don't want to talk to him.

He still thinks his father is a saint.

He has no idea what a nightmare I'm living.

It's better if he stays away from me.

Maybe it's because you haven't been in touch with him.

That's why he keeps coming around these days.

He seems to think this is just a small misunderstanding between our families...

one that can be resolved.

What he's calling a minor misunderstanding

has become the harshest reality of my life.

You should speak to him openly, Miss Piya.

Betrayal is a heavy accusation.

You shouldn't have to carry that burden.

Ultimately, do whatever you feel is right.

Hmm.

Okay.

Alright.

Keep an eye on it.

Okay.

I’ll call you back.

Brother, Cheema stopped by Mr. Aslam's garage a little while ago.

And?

He had something to say.

Seemed like he was delivering a message.

Hmm.

Looks like Seth Daud is about to make a move.

Assign two of our men to protect Mr. Aslam.

And make sure they're armed.

Done, Brother.

And listen.

Get two of our toughest guys ready to protect Miss Piya.

She'll be heading out to meet Aaliyaar soon.

Seth Daud's men will definitely be tailing her.

Okay, Brother, I'll get them ready.

But you never told me what you and Miss Piya talked about.

The poor soul is extremely worried.

She saw me talking to Aaliyaar in the alley.

She called me over to ask about that.

So did you tell her to forget Aaliyaar and focus on you?

I mean, if she needs anything, of course.

I'm just saying it's a golden opportunity to get in her good graces.

It's not that simple, my friend.

When the roots of love run deep,

they don't let go so easily.

Judging by the look in Miss Piya's eyes these days,

all that remains is to see

what triumphs in this story, love or revenge.

Okay, Brother.

I'll get the boys ready.

My God.

All this happened while I was away, and you didn't tell me anything?

Well, you'd have to actually be here for that, wouldn't you?

It's not like you get much time off from your tours of Dubai.

But I'm back now.

And as soon as I got here, what is this I'm hearing?

I never imagined you two had such a complicated history.

I'm completely lost. I don't know what to do.

Piya isn't answering my calls or my texts.

Dad is obsessed with settling old scores.

And that Sanwal...

He's a total opportunist.

He's been going to Piya's house.

What? Why would he do that?

What's his connection to Piya?

He's the local tough guy.

And get this...

According to Piya, he works for my dad.

This is unbelievable.

Tell Piya to stay away from him,

and try to make your dad understand that you love her.

It's like neither of them wants to listen.

They're all just wrapped up in their own drama.

If Piya just agrees today, I'll talk to my parents,

and we'll get married.

It's Piya.

Go on.

Hello?

Hi, Piya.

Please, just say something.

Aaliyaar...

Oh, thank God...

I was dying to hear your voice.

I'm so glad you finally called.

Can we meet tomorrow?

Why tomorrow? Why not today?

I'll come over right now.

No, Aaliyaar, you are not coming over right now.

Look at the time.

You're right.

Okay, we'll meet at the university tomorrow.

No, not at the university. I'll WhatsApp you the location.

Come there.

Goodbye.

-So, what did she say? -She wants to meet.

See? You have to admit it.

The second I show up, she calls.

I'm telling you, I'm your good luck charm.

You're not wrong.

You look happy.

What are you saying? You can't be serious.

I'm telling you the truth, son.

She will be yours, and only yours.

Your marriage to her is settled.

What more do you want?

Should I write it out on a bond for you?

I just don't get it.

You haven't spoken a word to them since that day.

Her dad won't even let her come to university,

and you're telling me our marriage is all set?

How is that possible?

Are you going back there?

And what would you have me do?

Go and grovel at that scrap dealer's door?

Should I just sit there until he agrees to give me his daughter's hand in marriage?

Would that convince you?

No, Dad, of course not.

I'd never want you to stoop that low.

But yes...

I do want you and Mr. Aslam to sit down

and clear up whatever issues there are between you.

You sit with your equals.

My standards haven't fallen so low

that I'd sit with some petty mechanic.

As for the girl...

that's already been taken care of.

If a gentle approach doesn't work,

you have to use force.

Daud, what are you implying? I don't understand.

Please, just tell us what you're planning.

And this thing between you, father and son…

Hang on.

What exactly are you trying to say? You're confusing me.

I have decided you will marry her.

The rest is up to Aaliyaar.

He can either win her love my way...

or lose her forever and spend the rest of his life in regret.

What do you mean?

What way? And why are we suddenly talking about marriage?

I'll explain later.

For now, the ball is in your court.

Think carefully.

No matter what you decide, I have your back.

Mom, did you hear him?

What is Dad planning to do? What does he mean by all of this?

Even after hearing it with my own ears,

I'm just as lost as you are.

God help us.

So, are you going to give me the silent treatment now, too?

What's left to say?

Piya spends all day locked in her room.

And you're always preoccupied with your workshop.

As for me...

I'm just waiting for this nightmare to end,

for our home to feel like itself again.

Look, I want everything to go back to normal,

but Piya is just...

Right?

It's all my fault, isn't it?

If I had never been born, you wouldn't have to endure me.

Stop it, Piya. Please, just stop.

I'm begging you.

Moosa may not be the one to kill me,

but your bitter words will be the death of me.

Mom, I'm heading to university.

I'll be back late.

No one needs to worry about me.

I can drop you off.

I said no one needs to worry about me.

Goodbye, Mom.

Goodbye.

You put too much sugar in it again.

You know I don't drink it this sweet.

Greetings, Miss Piya.

Oh, Tipu. Greetings.

Are you looking for something? Need any help?

-No, I just need a rickshaw, and... -Oh, hang on one second.

Rickshaw! Hey, rickshaw!

Thank you.

Turn it the other way so I can get on.

Scoot over, let me get on!

Let's go. Hurry!

Yes, Brother?

We've got them both.

Yeah, stopped them right here.

Understood, Brother.

Please, have a seat.

Order, sir?

Wanna order?

-I'll order in a bit. -Okay.

Are you okay?

Even with everything you're going through,

I know you must miss me.

I've called and texted you endlessly,

but you never replied.

Do you have any idea how worried I've been?

Aaliyaar.

This is bigger than just you and me now.

This is about the reckoning for the injustice done to three women.

But why are you so stuck in the past?

Why don't you move on?

My dad has already agreed to let us get married.

I told you I'd make everything right.

If you love me even a little, you'll agree to this. Please.

Of course, I love you, Aaliyaar.

Very much.

But that doesn't mean...

I can forget every atrocity committed by your father, Moosa, and my own.

I want accountability.

I want justice.

For my mother, who is now dead.

And for that baby girl, who was only a day old.

The one my father lost to yours in a gamble.

What?

That's the truth.

No!

That can't be true. I refuse to believe it.

My dad isn't a criminal.

And why do you keep calling him Moosa?

Because that's his real name.

I know this must be a huge shock to you, Aaliyaar.

It was for me too.

But this is the unshakeable truth.

This is the real root of the enmity between our fathers.

To your father, I'm just some property he won in a bet.

And my father spent his entire life running from that fear,

trying to shield me.

But it was my innocent mother who paid the price.

She died that night because he couldn't get her medicine.

But how did you find out about all this?

One of your enemies must be feeding you lies, making up stories.

No, Aaliyaar.

It's the truth. This isn't a story.

Your father's right-hand man, Nisaar?

He came to our house just the other day to threaten my father.

He said that if we don't get married...

he'd come and take his old property by force.

No, listen, that can't be right.

He must have just gotten emotional,

saying that out of concern for my happiness, that's all.

I knew it.

I knew you wouldn't believe me.

In that case, you should hear my decision as well.

I have decided to take a stand against the oppression

that happened all those years ago.

I will see to it that the culprit is punished.

Whether anyone stands by me or not.

Hey, listen... Piya!

Oh my God.

What?

How the hell did that happen?

Are you kidding me?

You were tailing the girl,

and someone ran circles around you

while you just stood there gaping?

You're all pathetic!

Now, what am I supposed to tell the boss?

He'll feed you to the dogs!

Who were they?

Look, get your guy patched up and tell him to lie low for a few days.

I'll handle things on this end.

And listen,

put the second team on her.

Right.

Email that to the builders and CC me.

You're all dismissed.

What's the report?

Aslam stayed home all day.

He only went out this evening, to the garage.

And the girl?

Ah.

About her, we've hit a snag.

Our men were tailing her.

I think she was on her way to university,

but they had an accident, and she slipped away.

Damn it!

All of your men are completely useless!

Fire those junkies and get me people who can do the damn job.

Don't you worry, boss.

I've already assigned another team to the job.

I'm not going to wait much longer, Nisaar.

Or else this little romance of hers will get into my boy's head.

Once love takes hold of someone’s mind,

it’s a dangerous thing.

We need to put an end to this story, whatever it takes.

So then...

should I give Sanwal the signal?

But we suspected Sanwal, didn't we?

That suspicion has been cleared over the past few days.

Hmm.

Before anything else, go to that scrap dealer's house one last time.

I need to prove to Aaliyaar that I'm on his side.

But boss,

you've already made Aaliyaar believe you'll agree to the match.

You still need to bring up the court marriage.

I'll talk to him now.

My only aim here is to see

that scrap dealer, Aslam, bow his head in shame.

When his daughter leaves her home for Aaliyaar's sake

and shows up at court to get married...

Aslam will never be able to live down that disgrace.

And if she refuses the court marriage,

she'll fall from grace in Aaliyaar's eyes.

Which means...

either way, Moosa wins.

Well said.

No, no, I'm not making excuses.

Mom.

I was the one who won at Mahjong last time...

Mom.

Uh, listen, Samreen, I'll call you later. Yes?

Mom. Who is Moosa?

Is Seth Daud really Moosa?

Don't dodge the question.

Why do you keep asking me this over and over again?

How many times do I have to explain?

I don't have answers to your questions.

But I need to know. You have to know something...

What is Dad hiding? What are you hiding?

You must know something!

Is Dad a criminal?

What?

What is his background? What's in his past?

I want to know the truth.

Why are you talking like this?

Who's filling your head with this nonsense?

Don’t you know what your father does?

He's a businessman, isn't he?

You never tell me anything, Mom.

You're always keeping secrets from me.

The truth is staring you right in the face.

Why should we care what anyone else thinks?

Your father has agreed to your marriage to Piya.

Just do as he says

and stop digging around.

You'll ruin everything.

He's right, you know.

Marry her, move to the US.

I'll follow you too.

It's that simple, son.

Clear your head of all that poison,

whoever's filling it with these horrible ideas.

Aaliyaar...

Who is it?

It's me, ma'am. Sanwal.

Sanwal? Why are you here?

Is everything alright?

Yes, ma'am, everything's fine.

-It's just Miss Piya... -Mom, let him in.

I'm the one who called him.

Come on in.

Click that one there,

and that one…

yeah, and that one too.

Seth Daud will love this place.

Do not worry about taking possession.

We can do that with a snap of our fingers.

So, Mr. Nisaar, what about our business deal?

Of course. I'll put in a word for you with the boss.

But remember one thing.

Don't you forget Nisaar's commission, you hear?

Now, beat it, you two.

It's time for a private meeting.

Come on, Aslam, come.

Speak of the devil.

I was just thinking about you.

Cheema said you wouldn't make it.

But I knew you'd come.

And look, here you are.

Stop with the theatrics, Nisaar.

Just tell me why you called me here.

I already told you I want nothing to do with you people.

Hey, Aslam, why do you get so heated?

We're old pals.

Besides, if I had come to your house to talk,

you'd have just gotten angry like last time.

That's why Seth Moosa sent me here to deliver his message.

Get to the point.

I don't have time for this.

What's the message?

The message is...

you're running out of time.

What does that mean?

It means the boss sent me here to hear your final decision.

So, tell me.

What have you decided?

I still have to go tell his son what you said.

I told Aaliyaar the truth.

But honestly, I'm not holding my breath.

That's why I called you.

You once told me I could put your loyalty to the test if I wanted.

Yes, Miss Piya, I did.

Just say the word.

It's not an order.

Think of it as a desperate plea.

In this whole city, there's no one else I can trust.

I've lost faith in everyone.

I'm honored you'd even consider me, Miss Piya.

Tell me, please.

Sanwal...

what if I told you my family

and I need protection from your boss, Seth Moosa?

Would you be our protector?

Will you shield us from his evil intentions?

Aaliyaar says his father has agreed to our marriage.

But I think it's all part of some scheme of his.

I can't face Seth Moosa's wickedness on my own.

You can say no if you want, Sanwal.

Seth Moosa has done you many favors, after all.

Just understand my helplessness,

I don't trust anyone in this city but you.

Please understand that I am desperate,

as it feels like you're the only one who can save us from Moosa's revenge.

Look, Nisaar.

I'll let what you said today slide.

Don't say it again.

I've told you before,

I would rather die than marry my daughter into the home of

that degenerate gambler, Moosa.

If you die, who will be left to stop him, Aslam?

Is that a threat?

Take it as you will.

Look, Aslam.

You’re well aware that you lost your daughter in a bet years ago,

and there’s only one rule in gambling.

A lost bet must be settled.

It's to the boss's credit

that he came to your house like a gentleman to ask for your daughter's hand.

And believe me,

his son is an exceptionally decent and good man.

What's there to think about?

You should be thanking your lucky stars.

You don't get proposals like this every day.

Moosa's son has nothing to do with his father's past.

So what's the problem?

I don't care about your rules.

And what's the guarantee

that the son isn't just like the father?

You're talking as if you were a saint in your youth.

If that's your final decision, then so be it.

Plan B.

The other option is that

your daughter flatly refuses Aaliyaar

and gets out of both his life and his heart for good.

She will not try to pit the son against the father.

But remember,

if your daughter tries to drive a wedge between Aaliyaar and the boss,

then it will be very difficult for me to stop him.

So think about it.

The choice is yours.

Dad, what are you saying?

You know Piya would never agree to that.

I haven't suggested anything outrageous, have I?

A court marriage is a perfectly viable way to do things in this day and age.

But Piya will never agree.

Her dad would never allow her to do that.

You don't worry about her father.

I have a way to deal with him.

You just worry about winning the girl over.

If she truly likes you, tell her not to be afraid of her father's anger.

What are you even saying, Daud? He's our only son.

You want him to elope for a court marriage?

We have no other way.

It's either that or you convince your son to forget her.

No, Dad.

That's not going to happen.

There's no way I'm forgetting Piya.

Then you'd better prepare yourself for some very tough decisions.

No, Dad.

Actually, you're the one who should be preparing for some hard questions.

I want to know why Piya's dad called you Moosa that day.

Is your real name Moosa?

That question has been haunting me ever since.

I didn't believe it back then...

but now I need to know.

Who is Moosa?

But Miss Piya,

your father, Mr. Aslam, thinks I'm no good.

How could he ever agree to give me permission?

Sanwal, I don't need his permission.

This is my decision to make,

and he will just have to accept it.

And Seth Moosa...

if he's offering to bring his son to ask for your hand,

to make you a part of his family with honor,

then why do you still have doubts?

A woman who was won in a bet can never be a family’s honor, Sanwal.

This is only happening because Aaliyaar stepped in.

If he weren’t in the picture,

would his father have ever considered me worthy of being part of his family?

This is all about his stubborn pride.

And I won’t be a pawn sacrificed to the egos of two men, Sanwal.

This is my life to decide.

Just tell me one thing.

Can you handle this responsibility, or not?

You saw me as worthy of this responsibility…

Backing down is not an option.

From this day forward,

the safety of you and every person in your house is my duty.

Don’t worry.

As long as I’m alive,

no one will dare look at you the wrong way.

Your daughter must flatly refuse Aaliyaar

and get out of both his life and his heart for good.

She will not try to pit the son against the father.

I knew you would never break your word, Sanwal.

I had faith in you.

You?

Didn’t I forbid you from setting foot in this house?

I called him here, Dad.