Prafulla gasped in shock and asked, "Snigdha! How... how did you find out that Prabha's marriage with Rupanjan has been fixed? Who told you this secret news?"
Snigdha let out a hideous, venomous giggle and curled her lips, saying, "Ha! I know everything, Prafulla! Did you think you all could cleverly hide this secret news from me? In fact, it was your toxic, witch-like, miserable younger sister herself who came to my room this morning with a wide smile and boasted that she is going to marry Rupanjan! Wow! What a wonderful family you all are! You all knew about this marriage behind my back, and in your supreme joy, I was the only one you kept in the dark? I feel like flinging a ball of mud straight at your ugly face! A bunch of uncouth fools, all of you! Get out of here, every last one of you! Don't mess with my head! Let me practice my dance in peace! Completely uncouth!"
After such filthy vulgarity and humiliation from Snigdha, Prafulla did not stand there for another moment. Placing his hand on Prabha's shoulder with immense tenderness, he slowly led her away toward his room.
Wiping Prabha's tears, Prafulla spoke in a calm yet slightly annoyed tone, "Prabha... why do you go and pick unnecessary trouble with her? And why did you overstep and tell her on your own that your marriage with Rupanjan was fixed? You know very well what a hideous and uncouth girl Snigdha is! Blinded by jealousy, who knows what grave harm she might cause you! Rupanjan warned you repeatedly in the royal palace with extreme caution not to let Snigdha get wind of this news!"
Covering her face with both hands, Prabhasa burst into heavy sobs. In deep remorse, she said, "Dada... believe me, I didn't mean to tell Didi! But seeing her this morning, something came over my heart! Since childhood, didn't I always go and share every joy and every sorrow of my life with this very sister first? So out of sheer emotion, I couldn't hold it back, Dada! I thought she was my own sister..."
Caressing Prabha's head, Prafulla said with deep affection, "Alright... alright, little one, don't cry anymore! Quiet down, my sweet little sister! Come, let me take you to the beautiful palace garden to cheer you up, we can play something together!"
Wiping her tears, Prabha shook her head gently and said, "No, Dada... I don't feel like playing anything right now. If you really want to cheer me up, why don't you bring me a beautiful white flower from the garden, Dada? That alone will make me feel better."
Prafulla offered a warm smile and said, "Alright, little sister! Go sit in your chamber, I'll pluck the most beautiful flower from the garden and bring it to you right away!"
Prafulla quickly went to the garden, picked an extraordinarily delightful, fragrant fresh flower, and handed it to Prabha in her chamber. Taking the flower in her hand, Prabha began to breathe in its fragrance in deep peace.
Meanwhile, Snigdha was continuing that dreadful dance rehearsal inside her own chamber. In the rhythm of her dance, she began somersaulting! One moment she took a leap and rolled from one side to another, and the very next instant she flipped backward and crashed onto the other side!
Somersaulting and rolling in circles across the floor, Snigdha crossed her room and began rolling straight down the corridor! Rolling continuously, she suddenly tumbled right into Prabha's chamber!
Inside that room, Prafulla and Prabhasa were sitting side by side, chatting peacefully and sharing a laugh. Suddenly seeing Snigdha tumbling into the room on the floor like an animal doing somersaults, Prafulla could no longer hold himself back!
Holding his stomach, Prafulla burst into a loud laugh—"Ha ha ha! What kind of a clown is this, good lord!"
However, no smile returned to Prabha's face! She shrank back into a corner out of fear, having received a terrible slap at her sister's hands just a short while ago!
Prabha said fearfully yet with annoyance, "Have you truly gone mad or what? We left your room solely because of this madness of yours! What joy do you get dressing up as a clown and showcasing this ghastly display before us again? We left to avoid a quarrel, and you followed us here just to display your rotten dance again! We don't have the slightest desire to watch this ugly dance of yours! Get out of here!"
Stopping his laughter, Prafulla motioned to drive Snigdha out, saying, "Yes, Snigdha! You are killing us with laughter with this dance, sister! On your wedding day, seeing you like this, your groom Jishnu and all the guests will go crazy laughing! And that Jishnu's head will hang low in sheer shame that such an uncouth, mad bride is entering his house! Oh lord, please get out of our room!"