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"She's not allowed to leave the house, the state, or the country until the case is over. Doing so will immediately revoke this kindness," Abhimanyu aggressively stamped on a paper that wasn't related to their case while informing Anand and Poonam, who were holding hands. She rolled her eyes, but Anand said,
 
"We will abide by all the rules."
 
"Also," he said, looking at her. "You must be present at the station whenever you're needed."
 
She rolled her eyes again, completely bored with hearing him speak. She uttered, "Father, let's go home. I'm tired of breathing the air in this environment. It's unhealthy." 
 
"Will your dad return you home? Will you recognise the way there?" 
 
"Don't. I'm warning you not to." She pointed a warning finger at him and paused because she didn't want anyone else to find out she was married. The room was occupied by other officers who were all busy with their duties—none paying attention to them, but still, she didn't want it to be uttered, even in an empty room that she married an ordinary police officer. Anand also didn't want anyone to find out about the marriage, so he quietly moved forward to him and muttered, 
 
"We can discuss this at home."
 
Abhimanyu refused. His expression was already relentless, and so he replied, "I've called my brother to come and take her home. You're free to go after them and see where she will be staying, but it won't be with you."
 
"Why are you making my daughter's life difficult? You don't love her. What, then, do you wish to achieve by torturing her? First, you kept her in jail, and now when..."
 
"This is a workplace. Don't bring personal issues that aren't of any help here."
 
"I'm not going with anyone who is not my father. I'm not going anywhere that isn't my home. So rest or don't." She exclaimed loudly, which got everyone's attention. 
 
"What is he asking of you?" Riddhima, who had just arrived with Shraddha, asked, standing behind her dad and two steps away from Abhimanyu. She looked on at him, even though he didn't spare her any glance.
 
"What is going on?" Shraddha asked Anand after they all went silent when they came.
 
"My father-in-law doesn't want me to take my wife home. Please explain it to him." He replied, but Anand's eyes suddenly turned red with rage, and he charged at him with anger, holding his collar.
 
"I'm not so old yet that I can't protect my daughter from a man like you," he yelled while his colleagues came and tried to separate them. Abhimanyu, on the other hand, was speechless and surprised at his outburst. Hence, he didn't try to do anything to move back from him until he was calmed. However, he understood he doesn't like him at all. 
 
"Anand, calm down. Okay?" Shraddha tried to hold him, but he again shouted in Abhimanyu's face,
 
"Don't think I have forgotten what happened yesterday. Didn't we come for bail, but you denied it? You didn't care whether she lived or died."
 
"Anand," Shraddha said, stepping in between them and facing him. "Stop it," she told him. 
 
"Why should I do that? None of his family members who came home cared to visit her at the station yesterday. None of them want her." 
 
"She's my wife. We haven't gotten divorced, so I won't let her live with you." He said and reached out to where Poonam was.
 
"Do you hear him, Shraddha? Do you hear what he is saying?" Anand asked her so that she would see that protecting him from his anger was not worth it. 
 
"Come with me and have your medicine that is in the car. We'll come back and sort this out when you've calmed down, and Poonam will return with us." He agreed to leave when she pressed him harder, and also assured him that she would return with them. 
 
"Why not tell the media the truth and let them decide where you should stay, my dear wife?" Abhimanu wanted to grab her hand, but after she jerked it away, he grabbed Riddhima's, mistaking it for hers. "Why don't we tell them we got married in Mumbai and also show them the proof of the marriage ceremony?" His eyes were occupied with dwelling fiercely on her, his mind couldn't acknowledge the difference in their wrists. Riddhima was chubbier than Poonam. Unlike her, she doesn't care about having the perfect body.
 
"Will you really tell them who your wife is?" she asked, releasing a slow chuckle with her eyes lowering to the wrist he had held onto tightly.
 
"Yes," his clasp around the wrist tightened. Riddhima withheld the moan of pain she was about to release, ready to take the pain on behalf of her sister, but immediately, her forehead started forming sweat and her gaze turned blurry because it was like he stopped the pathway of blood circulation in her body. Moreover, she was already weak because she hadn't eaten food since yesterday.
 
"Fine." Poonam shrugged. "Go and tell the world who your wife is." 
 
He pulled her along roughly to go to the media, who had been waiting outside since early morning. On their way, he heard a fragile voice asking him,
 
"Is this how you abuse my sister?" 
 
"Rid." He turned and saw it was her wrist he had been holding all the while and immediately, he let it go, his eyes widening with disbelief as to how he got her wrist instead of Poonam's.
 
"So this is the man who wants to take her home? And what else will you do when you take her? Beat her?" she yelled weakly. 
 
He peeked at the wrist he had held, which turned red with the imprints of his fingers.
 
"Your sister is not as innocent as you take her to be. In fact, she's cruel because, despite knowing it was you I held, she didn't tell me." He wanted to have a closer look at what he did, but when he reached out his hand, she quickly hid both of them behind her back in fear that he would also leave another mark on her other wrist.
 
"Stop trying to justify yourself. In reality, you're the cruel one." She said what she thought of him. 
"Let me have a look," he tried to ameliorate his tone to sound normal, but it only made her more afraid of him. She walked backwards slowly, until she reached the door that led back into the station, and she ran back in.  
"Poonam," he mumbled her name through his sealed lips angrily.