27-10-2025, 10:43 AM
Scene 7: The Journey Home
Sukhmani: (Sitting stiffly in the car) "Jeevan, what do I tell Rohan?" Jeevan, main Rohan ko kya kahungi?
The car pulled away from the marriage hall, leaving her parents standing like statues in the doorway. The city lights blurred past the windows.
Jeevan: (He laughed, a low, satisfied sound) "Rohan? Are you still thinking about that weak man? You will tell him nothing." Rohan? Tum abhi bhi us kamzor aadmi ke baare mein soch rahi ho? Tum use kuch nahi kahogi.
Sukhmani: "What does that mean, 'nothing'? He will call my phone. He will come to my parents' house when I don't return tonight. He is my husband!" Iska kya matlab hai, 'kuch nahi'? Woh mere phone par call karega. Jab main aaj raat ghar nahi lautungi toh woh mere maa-baap ke ghar aayega. Woh mera pati hai!
Jeevan: "He was your husband. Now, I am. Give me your phone." Woh tumhara pati [i]tha. Ab, main hoon. Apna phone mujhe do.
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Sukhmani: "What? No." Kya? Nahi.
Jeevan: "Sukhmani. Do not start our marriage with a fight you cannot win. Give. Me. The phone." Sukhmani. Hamari shaadi ki shuruaat ek aisi ladaai se mat karo jo tum jeet nahi sakti. Phone. Mujhe. Do.
She hesitated, her eyes flashing. He simply held his hand out, patient. With a sharp exhale, she dug her phone out of her purse and slapped it into his palm.
Jeevan: "Good. Now, I will handle Rohan. I will send him a text from your number telling him you are leaving him. That you are ashamed of his inability to be a real man. And that you have found someone who is." Bahut badhiya. Ab, Rohan ko main sambhal lunga. Main tumhare number se use ek text bhej dunga ki tum use chhod rahi ho. Ki tum uski na-mardangi se sharminda ho. Aur yeh ki tumhein koi aisa mil gaya hai jo asal mard hai.
Sukhmani: "He... he will come to my father's house! He will create a scene!" Woh... woh mere pitaji ke ghar aayega! Woh wahan tamasha karega!
Jeevan: "And my men will be there to greet him. They will explain the situation. Very clearly. He will not bother you again. I own your father, Sukhmani... and now, I own you." Aur mere aadmi wahan uska swagat karne ke liye honge. Woh use haalaat samjha denge. Bahut saaf-saaf. Woh tumhein phir se pareshan nahi karega. Main tumhare baap ka maalik hoon, Sukhmani... aur ab, main tumhara maalik hoon.
He switched her phone off and put it in his own pocket. Preet let out a tiny, choked sob from the other side.
Jeevan: (Without looking at Preet) "Quiet, Preet. Wives should be silent when their husband is speaking. You both have much to learn." Chup raho, Preet. Jab pati baat kar raha ho toh patniyon ko shaant rehna chahiye. Tum dono ko abhi bahut kuch seekhna hai.
Sukhmani: (Sitting stiffly in the car) "Jeevan, what do I tell Rohan?" Jeevan, main Rohan ko kya kahungi?
The car pulled away from the marriage hall, leaving her parents standing like statues in the doorway. The city lights blurred past the windows.
Jeevan: (He laughed, a low, satisfied sound) "Rohan? Are you still thinking about that weak man? You will tell him nothing." Rohan? Tum abhi bhi us kamzor aadmi ke baare mein soch rahi ho? Tum use kuch nahi kahogi.
Sukhmani: "What does that mean, 'nothing'? He will call my phone. He will come to my parents' house when I don't return tonight. He is my husband!" Iska kya matlab hai, 'kuch nahi'? Woh mere phone par call karega. Jab main aaj raat ghar nahi lautungi toh woh mere maa-baap ke ghar aayega. Woh mera pati hai!
Jeevan: "He was your husband. Now, I am. Give me your phone." Woh tumhara pati [i]tha. Ab, main hoon. Apna phone mujhe do.
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Sukhmani: "What? No." Kya? Nahi.
Jeevan: "Sukhmani. Do not start our marriage with a fight you cannot win. Give. Me. The phone." Sukhmani. Hamari shaadi ki shuruaat ek aisi ladaai se mat karo jo tum jeet nahi sakti. Phone. Mujhe. Do.
She hesitated, her eyes flashing. He simply held his hand out, patient. With a sharp exhale, she dug her phone out of her purse and slapped it into his palm.
Jeevan: "Good. Now, I will handle Rohan. I will send him a text from your number telling him you are leaving him. That you are ashamed of his inability to be a real man. And that you have found someone who is." Bahut badhiya. Ab, Rohan ko main sambhal lunga. Main tumhare number se use ek text bhej dunga ki tum use chhod rahi ho. Ki tum uski na-mardangi se sharminda ho. Aur yeh ki tumhein koi aisa mil gaya hai jo asal mard hai.
Sukhmani: "He... he will come to my father's house! He will create a scene!" Woh... woh mere pitaji ke ghar aayega! Woh wahan tamasha karega!
Jeevan: "And my men will be there to greet him. They will explain the situation. Very clearly. He will not bother you again. I own your father, Sukhmani... and now, I own you." Aur mere aadmi wahan uska swagat karne ke liye honge. Woh use haalaat samjha denge. Bahut saaf-saaf. Woh tumhein phir se pareshan nahi karega. Main tumhare baap ka maalik hoon, Sukhmani... aur ab, main tumhara maalik hoon.
He switched her phone off and put it in his own pocket. Preet let out a tiny, choked sob from the other side.
Jeevan: (Without looking at Preet) "Quiet, Preet. Wives should be silent when their husband is speaking. You both have much to learn." Chup raho, Preet. Jab pati baat kar raha ho toh patniyon ko shaant rehna chahiye. Tum dono ko abhi bahut kuch seekhna hai.
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