This one from when riddhima learned the truth about Kabir and Anupriya. The pool side sequel where they had electrocuted her.

As Kabir emerged by the poolside, a sly smirk spreading across his face, Riddhima's eyes narrowed in disgust and anger. "Woah, Riddhima, bravo!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Congratulations, you're not as clueless as I thought you'd be!"

Riddhima's gaze locked onto Kabir's, her expression a mask of revulsion. This was the man she had once loved and trusted, the one she had believed was her soulmate.

 But now, he stood before her as a ruthless destroyer of her love, her Vansh. The realization of how blind she had been made her stomach churn with regret.

"How stupid I was to believe you over my own husband," she thought, her mind racing with the memories of the past. Every time Vansh had trusted her, she had mistrusted him, all because of the manipulative lies fed to her by the man standing before her.

Kabir's eyes sparkled with malice as he continued, "Since you've finally figured out that we're the ones responsible for all the miseries in the Raisinghania family, why don't we enlighten you further? What do you say, Mom?" He turned to face Anupriya, his voice dripping with sarcasm, as he awaited her response. 

As Kabir's words hung in the air, Riddhima's mind was a jumble of confusion. What did he mean by "us"? And why was he addressing someone as "mom"? The questions swirled in her head, leaving her feeling bewildered and disoriented.

Before she could process her thoughts, a familiar voice cut through the air, making Riddhima's heart skip a beat.

 "Why not, son? She's already discovered so much about us, so let's reveal the entire truth to her," the voice said, dripping with malice.Riddhima's eyes widened in shock as she turned to face the speaker. 

Her gaze fell upon Anupriya, Vansh's beloved mother, who was standing before her with a sly smirk etched on her face. As the truth began to unravel, Riddhima felt like she had been punched in the gut. 

Kabir and Anupriya revealed the shocking details of their sinister plot, from Uma's murder to Ragini's true identity.

 They exposed how they had manipulated Vansh against Riddhima, exploiting his trust and using it to their advantage.Riddhima's eyes grew wide with horror as she listened to the extent of their deceit. 

She couldn't believe that Anupriya, the woman Vansh loved and respected like his own mother, was complicit in all these heinous crimes. The revelation shook Riddhima to her core, leaving her feeling stunned, betrayed, and heartbroken.

Anupriya's eyes gleamed with malevolence as she approached Riddhima, a sinister smile spreading across her face. With a swift motion, she pushed Riddhima into the pool, sending her tumbling into the water. 

Riddhima's terrified screams echoed through the air as she struggled to stay afloat, her flailing arms and legs a desperate attempt to find purchase.

Kabir stood at the pool's edge, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure as he watched Riddhima's frantic struggles. He extended a hand, feigning a rescue attempt, only to withdraw it at the last moment, leaving Riddhima to sink deeper into the water.

Anupriya's laughter echoed through the air, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down Riddhima's spine. 

The older woman's eyes locked onto Riddhima's, her gaze filled with a deep-seated hatred. Kabir turned to Anupriya, who handed him a bundle of wires.

 He nodded, his eyes gleaming with understanding, before tossing the wires into the pool. The water around Riddhima began to churn and bubble, and she let out a blood-curdling scream as a searing pain coursed through her body. 

The electrocution sent Riddhima's body into violent convulsions, her limbs thrashing wildly as she struggled to break free from the agonizing torture.

 Anupriya and Kabir watched with cruel satisfaction, their faces twisted into grotesque grins. Kabir finally pulled the wires out of the pool, ending the electrocution.

 Riddhima's body went limp, her chest heaving with ragged gasps as she struggled to catch her breath. 

Anupriya and Kabir exchanged a look, their eyes gleaming with a malevolent intent. They wanted to inflict pain, to torment Riddhima, but not to kill her – not yet, at least.

As the cruel duo departed, Riddhima was left sitting on the floor, her body numb and her eyes vacant, reflecting the profound emptiness within. 

The weight of her brokenness was palpable, her spirit crushed by the brutal revelation. She yearned for someone's support, a comforting presence to alleviate her anguish, but it seemed no one cared for her plight, except for Dadi and Siya.

Dadi, who was strolling by the poolside, chanced upon Riddhima's forlorn figure. 

Her eyes, filled with compassion and concern, took in the sight of the young woman, her innocence shattered by the cruel hand of fate. 

Dadi knew that the news of Vansh's demise had left an indelible mark on Riddhima's psyche, but she was unaware of the darker truth that lurked beneath the surface.

 Sighing sadly, Dadi chose to give Riddhima some alone time, leaving her to grapple with her emotions.

With great difficulty, Riddhima summoned the strength to rise from the floor, her body screaming in protest as she struggled to move.

 Every step she took towards her room felt like an eternity, her pain-racked body begging for respite. 

Yet, the physical agony was nothing compared to the anguish that ravaged her heart. The weight of her mistake, the crushing guilt of having caused Vansh's demise, threatened to consume her.

 Her error in judgment had not only destroyed her own life but had also torn apart the very fabric of the Raisinghania family, leaving them to mourn the loss of their beloved son, brother, nephew, and boss.

She stepped into her room, the soft click of the door closing behind her a stark reminder of the isolation that now engulfed her.

 With a sense of desperation, she sought comfort in the one place that still held the essence of Vansh's presence - his side of the bed.

It was a habit she had developed since he had left her, a subconscious attempt to cling to the memories they had created together. 

As she lay down on the familiar pillow, the scent of Vansh's cologne wafted up, transporting her to a time when life was less complicated.

But tonight, there was no solace to be found. Riddhima's eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, her body a lifeless shell devoid of the spark that once animated her.

 The weight of her grief was crushing, her heart heavy with the knowledge that Vansh, her rock, her confidant, and her soulmate, was truly gone.

In the darkness, she whispered his name, her voice barely audible, as if hoping against hope that he would magically appear beside her, wrapping his arms around her and whispering words of consolation in her ear. 

But the silence that followed was deafening, a harsh reminder that she was alone now, left to navigate the treacherous landscape of her grief without the one person who had always been her safe haven.

...........

In a forsaken, abandoned place, a man turned to another, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "Bhai, what now?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the other man, who stood tall, his gaze burning with a mysterious intensity.

"Now that the time has come, Angrey," the man growled, his voice seething with indignation. "It's time for the king to reclaim his rightful place on the throne, because in his absence, some foolish enemies have dared to think they can pilfer his kingdom and, most egregiously, his queen."

"Now it's time for the king to make a thunderous return, a dhamakedaar entry that will shake the very foundations of his kingdom," the man declared, his voice rising in a crescendo of fury.

 "It's time to show those insolent bastards that dogs may bark and snarl, but the lion is always the king, and his roar will be the one that echoes through the land, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies!" 

As he spoke, the air around him seemed to vibrate with an electric tension, as if the very words themselves were imbuing him with a newfound power. His eyes gleamed with a fierce light, a burning intensity that seemed to pierce through the darkness, illuminating the path ahead.

The man's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his words dripping with a sense of righteous indignation. He was a man on a mission, driven by a burning desire to see justice restored and the king's rightful place on the throne secured. The air around him seemed to vibrate with an electric tension, as if the very words themselves were imbuing him with a newfound power and purpose.