On one side, leaders from different worlds and races were already on their way to Baadal Lok…
And on the other—
The very next day—
Om stood at Pratapgarh Airport.
He was waiting for someone.
In his hands, he held a name board that read—
"Manoj Ahuja."
Manoj Ahuja…
Om's middle uncle.
A good man at heart…
But a man whose life had been slowly ruined—
Not by fate alone…
But by the person standing beside him all those years—his wife.
Savita.
A woman known for her greed… her sharp tongue… and her cold heart.
There was a time when…
If anyone hated Om more than Vijay did—
It was her.
Standing there in the waiting area, Om's face carried a strange uneasiness.
After almost fifteen years…
He was about to meet his uncle again.
And just like that—
His mind drifted back into the past.
Back to the days when life was simple.
When every Sunday…
Manoj uncle would come home just to spend time with him.
From the very moment Om was born—
He had been Manoj's favorite.
More than anyone else.
And somewhere…
That love had only fueled Savita's anger even more.
Back then, Manoj lived a modest life.
A simple job…
A simple income…
Just enough to run his household.
Saving money was never easy.
But Savita…
She was nothing like that.
She had expensive tastes.
Shopping worth thousands every month wasn't a luxury for her—
It was a habit.
The truth was—
She hadn't married Manoj for love.
She had married him for what she thought was wealth.
For the family name…
For the property.
But everything changed…
When the family property was divided—on Vijay's insistence.
Within a year of that division…
Under Savita's pressure…
Manoj invested everything into the stock market.
Everything.
His savings…
His share of the property…
All of it went into one risky gamble.
And then—
It all collapsed.
Fast.
Brutal.
Like a dead bird falling straight from the sky.
The shares he bought crashed beyond recovery.
And just like that—
Manoj lost everything.
He became bankrupt.
So badly that he didn't even have a house to live in.
With no other option left, he turned to his family—
To Vijay…
And to Om's father.
They helped him.
Gave him some money—enough to repay his debts…
And buy a small house in Pratapgarh.
After that, Manoj found a job in a company there.
Slowly…
Life started to return to normal.
But Savita…
She didn't want "normal."
She wanted comfort. Luxury. Status.
So once again—
She pushed him.
Forced him.
"Ask your brothers for money again."
But this time—
Manoj refused.
Because he knew the reality.
At that time, Om's father was still in medical training, carrying his own responsibilities.
He had already given away more than half of his property to Vijay—just to move forward in life.
And on top of that…
Om had just been born.
The day Om was born…
Manoj was overjoyed.
To him—
Om wasn't just a nephew.
He was more than his own son.
The love he had for Om…
Was even greater than what he felt for his elder brother.
From his limited salary, he would always save something—
Just to buy gifts for his children…
And for Om.
Whenever he got the chance, he would bring his kids along—
Just so they could play with him.
Those were the moments that made him happy.
But Savita…
She saw none of it.
Her eyes were blinded by money.
She didn't remember the help Om's father had once given them.
All she saw was this—
Her husband barely saved anything…
And whatever little he did save—
He spent on that nephew.
How would her dreams ever come true like this?
Her frustration kept growing…
Until one day—
It exploded.
She created a huge scene.
Demanding that Manoj borrow money again—
This time to start a business in a big city.
And this time…
Manoj couldn't stand against her.
Reluctantly…
He went back to his brothers—
Hands folded…
Asking for help once again.
But this time—
Vijay refused.
Cold. Direct.
He even advised his elder brother not to support Manoj.
Om's father agreed with him…
But his heart didn't allow him to send his brother away empty-handed.
He looked at Manoj—
Sitting on the ground… hands stretched out in helplessness.
Then at Savita—
Standing there, burning with anger.
Finally, he stepped forward…
Lifted Manoj up…
And spoke gently,
"Manoj… I'll be happy if you move forward in life… if you start your own business. But I'm sorry… right now, I don't have any money to give you. Nor any way to help."
Hearing this, Manoj folded his hands, his voice filled with emotion.
"Thank you, elder brother… I know if you had the money, you wouldn't think twice before helping me. I… I don't even know how to apologize…"
But before he could continue—
Savita cut him off.
Her voice sharp… filled with anger.
"Elder brother, this behavior of yours isn't right," she snapped. "You gave half your property to your youngest brother for his business… but now you're turning your back on your other brother?"
Her eyes burned with accusation.
"Do you really think we can't see the difference you're making between your own brothers?"
The air turned heavy.
Tension thick enough to choke on.
Old wounds…
Old resentment…
All rising back to the surface—
Ready to tear everything apart once again.