Prakashi makes a call and learns that Purvi has survived yet again. Irritated, she mutters, “I should have known Satyam wouldn’t be able to do it. But no matter—I’ll finish her off from inside the jail. My mind is sharp, and I will come up with a plan soon. First, I need to deal with Satyam.”She calls someone and orders them to plant a bomb in the van transporting Satyam. “Every policeman who knows the truth, along with Satyam, must die!” She hangs up and smirks. “I won’t spare you, Molkki. Enjoy with your family while you can because your days are numbered. I will make sure you die a painful death.” As she hears footsteps approaching, she quickly hides her phone. The inspector arrives and asks the doctor about Prakashi’s health.
The doctor nods, confirming that she can be shifted to jail. The inspector orders the constable to make arrangements. Prakashi taunts them. “You can put me in jail, but you can’t imprison my mind. I can do whatever I want, no matter where I am! There has never been, and will never be, an obstacle to my plans. Take me if you must—I will still do as I please!” Virender gives a gift to Purvi. She asks what it is for, and he replies, “You saved me and got me out of jail. I can’t believe all my problems are over now, and you played a huge role in that. Promise me you’ll never talk about leaving me again.”Purvi promises, “You are incomplete without me, just as I am without you. But why did you get me this?” “Because you deserve my love, and this is one way of showing it,” Virender says.
Purvi looks at the necklace, admiring its beauty. “It’s stunning and must be expensive. You didn’t have to go this far—a small gift would have been enough.” Virender smiles. “I saw many necklaces, but when I saw this one, I knew it would look best on you. Now, even this feels less in comparison to you. He helps her put it on, and they admire it in the mirror before hugging. Virender receives a call from the inspector. His face turns serious as he hears the news—Satyam is dead. His van exploded in a bomb blast. Shocked, Virender shares the news with Purvi, who wonders who could be behind it. Virender replies grimly, “I don’t know, but he finally got what he deserved.”
Satpal is pleased while checking the accounts. “Mukhi ji will be happy to see the balance,” he says, dialing Virender’s number. Before the call connects, two goons barge in. One points a gun at him while the other hands him a phone. Prakashi is on the line. “Do as I say, or my men won’t spare you.” She reminds him of the Power of Attorney (POA) Thakur Gajraj Singh had left in her name. “Hand over those papers to my goons, and they’ll let you live. But if you act smart, they might shoot you.”
Fearing for his life, Satpal hands over the papers. One of the goons confirms to Prakashi that they have them. Satpal then reaches for his phone, intending to alert Virender, but before he can, the goon shoots him. Virender is shocked to learn about Satpal’s shooting. Purvi speculates, “Could someone be trying to take over your property?” Virender realizes there’s only one person who could be behind this—Thakur Gajraj Singh. “He’s been after my land and home for years. But he’s in America now. Who could this new enemy be?” He’s puzzled.
Prakashi is enjoying her power inside jail. Her cellmates massage her hands and legs, but when one of them accidentally presses a wound, she slaps her. A constable hands her the POA papers. Prakashi smirks. “It seems jail has suited me. I have finally achieved what I couldn’t while I was outside. I wanted everything in my name for years, and now it’s done!” She signs the papers. “I want Virender, Molkki, and their children begging on the streets—that will be my peace.” At home, Purvi asks the kids if they’ve packed their toys. They nod. Suddenly, a group of men barges in and starts throwing things around. The kids cling to Purvi in fear.
Yogi tries to stop them, but the goons hold him back. Everyone calls out to Virender for help. He rushes in and starts fighting the intruders, but one of them pulls a gun, forcing Virender and Yogi outside. The goons then order Purvi and Anjali to pack their bags. Outside, Virender sees a man standing by a jeep and grabs him by the collar. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” The man turns around and smirks. “I am your old friend and enemy—Thakur Gajraj Singh.” Virender is stunned to see his face half-covered with metal. “You ran to America out of fear. Why are you back?”
Gajraj sneers. “I didn’t die there. Everyone has accidents. Mine just burned my face. Now, it’s your turn. You and your family will be thrown out of this haveli!” Virender scoffs. “Who dares to do this to me?” Just then, the goons throw their luggage out of the house. Purvi demands to know what’s happening. Virender warns Gajraj to stop his games or he’ll call the police. Gajraj smirks. “I’ll call them first.” Right on cue, the police arrive. Gajraj asks the inspector to show Virender the papers. Virender is shocked to see that the POA has been signed by his mother. “How could Ma sign this when she’s in jail?”
The inspector states that Prakashi has signed over everything to Gajraj and also promised to pay 200 crores. Gajraj mockingly values Virender’s jeep and Purvi’s necklace as part of the payment. He then orders his goons to take the women’s jewelry. Purvi refuses to part with the necklace, stating, “This is a gift from Mukhi ji. I won’t give it up.” But the goon forcefully snatches it away. Gajraj grins. “I always get what I want—whether by love or force.” He then orders the police to throw Virender’s family out of the haveli. Purvi is distraught. “What will we do now?” The inspector advises them to leave peacefully. With no choice, Virender walks out with his family.
Virender confronts Prakashi in jail, calling her a monster. “You threw everyone onto the streets! Did you not think about your grandkids?” Prakashi laughs. “Why would I? No one cares about me, so I only care about myself. You broke ties with me, so why should I think about you? After all, I am not your real mother, and you are not my real son. I have left you for no good! At least I have food in jail, but you? You have nothing! This is exactly how I wanted to see you, Molkki, and your kids!” Virender declares, “There is no mother like you on this earth! Mark my words—you will regret this!” Prakashi smirks. “You forgot my name—I am Prakashi. And I will make sure you are left with nothing!”
Virender and his family take shelter in an old man’s house. The kids are scared, but Purvi reassures them by making up a story about being part of a secret game show. The next morning, Gajraj renames the haveli. When a worker slightly misaligns the nameplate, Gajraj kills him instantly, proving his ruthlessness. Purvi struggles to cook on an old stove. The kids gift her a handmade necklace, saying, “Now you won’t miss the diamond one.” She hugs them, calling them her real diamonds. But trouble isn’t over—Anjali gets injured, and the only one offering help is Gajraj. Forced to accept, Purvi goes with him. However, Gajraj has other plans and demands she meet him.
