“You did it foryourgreed.”
Dilip opened his mouth, but she didn’t let him speak.
“My mother never demanded a rich life from you. She never asked for luxury. She asked for dignity. For honesty.” Her lips trembled. “And Daksh bhai and I were too young to even understand what money meant.”
She wiped her tears angrily with the back of her hand.
“You did it for yourself,” she said. “Because you wanted money without hard work. Without years of effort. You wanted shortcuts. So, you stole from the Wadhwas, and you broke Karan’s father’s trust.”
Her breathing turned uneven.
“And when his mother caught you and confronted you, you lost control.”
Her eyes burned.
“You killed her.”
The room fell into complete silence.
Only the sound of Mishti’s breathing remained, as tears streamed down her face. She felt Karan’s pain in her bones now, just recalling this incident.
“You did not think of your family,” she said quietly. “Not even for a second while taking that shot.” Her voice shook. “All you thought about was saving yourself. Escaping the situation.”
She swallowed hard.
“But it went wrong,” she said. “And you got caught.”
Her eyes never left his.
“And even then, you did not stop.” Her voice rose again. “You did not feel remorse. You did not feel guilt. You still went after the Wadhwa family’s innocent children.”
Dilip flinched.
“You threatened Karan and Avni.” She shook her head in disbelief and rage. “Was killing their mother not enough for you?”
Her tears kept falling, but her spine stayed straight.
“No matter what excuses you give me,” Mishti said firmly, “you cannot justify any of this.”
She wiped her tears once more, her expression turning frighteningly calm.
“And by trying to kill Karan now,” she said, “you crossed the final line.”
He watched her warily as she took another step closer in a warning, pointing a finger at him.
“If you ever harm him again,” she said slowly, “if you even think of touchingmyKaran or his family, you will face my wrath.” Her gaze hardened. “And I promise you, it will be worse than anything you have known so far.”
Dilip stood rooted to the spot, speechless. The man who had always believed himself untouchable suddenly looked stripped of every illusion he had carried for years.
“When I learnt what you did,” she said, “and when I found out you were still alive, I never wanted to see your face again,” she added. “If I came here today, it was not for you but for my husband.For Karan. To warn you to back off from his life.”
Dilip’s lips trembled, but she did not stop.
“You will never see me again,” she said flatly. “Because I do not want even the shadow of a man who ruined two beautiful families. His own. And my husband’s.”
Dilip simply watched her as his own tears rolled down his face. But Mishti didn’t stop.
“They say a father is the pride of every daughter. But if fathers are like you, then I was happy being raised as an orphan.”
