Rahul weds Anjali : Next morning, Rahul needs more women.

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Scene 2: The Showdown in Room 401

Setting: The hallway outside Room 401 is silent for a moment, then two sets of hurried footsteps converge. The Sharmas, looking frantic and angry, and the Ahujas, looking annoyed and stern, arrive at the door at the same time. T

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Inside, Rahul sighs, and without a word to Anjali, walks to the door and opens it. He stands there, calm and composed, facing the four furious and worried faces of his new extended family.

Mr. Sharma (Sunil): He doesn't wait for an invitation. He pushes past Rahul, his face red with fury. He searches the room, sees Anjali huddled in the chair, and his rage finds its target. "Teri himmat kaise hui, Rahul? What did you do to my daughter? Look at her!" How dare you, Rahul?

Mrs. Sharma (Poonam): She ignores everyone else and rushes straight to Anjali, enveloping her in a hug. The two women begin to cry together, a heartbreaking sound in the tense room. "Meri bacchi... chup ho jaa... main aa gayi hoon." My child... don't cry... I am here now.

Mr. Ahuja (Vikram): He steps inside, followed by his wife, and closes the door firmly. His voice is a low growl, meant to control the situation. "Sunil-ji, please. Aawaz neeche. Let's not create a scene for the whole hotel to enjoy. We are respectable families." Sunil-ji, please. Lower your voice.

Mrs. Ahuja (Reena): She doesn't even look at Anjali. Her eyes are on Rahul, and she gives him a look that's part concern, part "I-told-you-this-would-happen." 

Mr. Sharma: He spins around to face Rahul, jabbing a finger in his direction. His voice is shaking with rage. "I'm not interested in being quiet! I want to know what you said to my daughter on her wedding night to make her cry like this. Jawab do!" Answer me!
All eyes turn to Rahul. He hasn't moved. He meets his father-in-law's gaze without flinching. His calmness is more infuriating than any defense would be.

Rahul: His voice is even, factual, and devoid of emotion. "Maine Anjali ko sirf sach bataya hai. It is better to be honest from day one." I only told Anjali the truth.

Mr. Sharma: "Sach? What truth? Ki tum ek badtameez, behaya insaan ho?" Truth? What truth? That you are a disrespectful, shameless person?

Rahul: "No. The truth about my physical needs. Jo Anjali akeli poori nahi kar sakti. Maine usse shaadi se pehle hi bata dena behtar samjha." No. The truth about my physical needs. Which Anjali cannot fulfill alone. I thought it was better to tell her right after the wedding, not before.

A shocked silence hangs in the air for a second, so thick it's suffocating. Mr. Sharma looks like he might physically strike Rahul. Mrs. Ahuja sighs dramatically, while Mr. Ahuja simply rubs his temples, looking at this not as a moral crisis, but as a negotiation that just got very, very messy.

Mr. Ahuja: "Son, perhaps your timing was... inappropriate."
Mrs. Ahuja: "He is a man with... a strong nature, Sunil-ji. Some women find that difficult to understand."

That last comment from Reena Ahuja slices through the room, a direct insult to Anjali. The battle lines aren't just drawn anymore; the first shots have been fired.