Twist Of Fate Friday 29th August 2025 Written Update
Prachi performs a heartfelt puja at home. She thanks God for giving her the strength, courage, and wisdom to raise Khushi and Poorvi, fulfilling both mother and father roles. She expresses gratitude that Poorvi found a good life partner in RV and prays for her daughter’s safety and happiness. Prachi reflects on her past worries after meeting Monisha, hoping nothing wrong ever happens to her daughters. She asks God to keep Poorvi strong, protect her from harm, and preserve the trust and bond between her and RV.
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Back at RV’s house, Deepika scolds Monisha for lounging around. Monisha, unfazed, says she was enjoying a pleasant dream that she didn’t want to end. Deepika reminds her that Poorvi and RV are alone, and she can’t predict what might happen. Monisha laughs at Deepika’s concern, saying she isn’t limited to just Plan A; she already has Plan B in motion. She is confident that RV will only have his honeymoon with her. Meanwhile, RV struggles carrying Poorvi, who refuses to let him down easy. He sets her down to catch his breath, only to realize she has disappeared. Just then, Poorvi shouts his name—she’s been grabbed by a group of goons. RV arrives and jokingly calls her a tiger-turned-cat, scolding her for inviting trouble by not checking the petrol tank. The goons threaten them, demanding her jewelry, but Poorvi refuses, insisting it belongs to her mother’s hard-earned money. RV defends her, arguing that her mother can replace it and criticizing the goons for their greed. When the goons suggest she should give it up or face danger, RV slyly manipulates them, whispering something in one of their ears. The goons, confused, are startled when a police jeep arrives, and they run off.
Poorvi thanks God for their safety, and RV reminds her that he saved her, teasing her about walking again despite her foot injury. Dadi watches, relieved that happiness has returned to RV’s life and that the couple’s bond is firmly established. Dadaji shares a tender moment with her, feeling satisfied that everything is falling into place.
As they continue their journey on foot through the jungle, RV jokes that wherever Poorvi goes, it becomes heaven. She teases him back, calling him a troublemaker. They try to hitch a ride, but a passing car ignores them. A biker stops and questions who they are, learning that their car ran out of petrol. Poorvi suggests heading to a haveli, but the biker warns them it’s haunted. RV laughs, saying it couldn’t be scarier than what they’ve already faced, and they decide to continue cautiously. Meanwhile, Monisha, observing from afar, tells Deepika confidently that RV will eventually return to her, vowing she will claim him.
Finally, RV and Poorvi enter the old haveli. RV playfully scares her, causing her to clutch herself nervously, and Poorvi instinctively begins chanting the Hanuman Chalisa, praying for protection as the tension builds.
Poorvi clutches herself tightly, reciting the Hanuman Chalisa to keep her fear at bay. RV notices her murmuring and steps back slightly. “Are you scared?” he asks. “A little,” she admits. He teases her, “I didn’t think a ghost would be afraid of another ghost. What were you saying just now?” “It’s the Hanuman Chalisa,” she explains. “They say ghosts can’t harm you if you chant it. I’ve been reciting it since childhood and it helps me stay calm.” He encourages her to continue, but as she begins chanting again, RV playfully startles her, laughing. “I thought you were a ghost!” she scolds, “But you’re the real ghost here!” RV smirks and says he could be a real ghost, making her more anxious. She insists she wants to leave just as a sudden thunderstorm begins, rain pouring down around them. “Do you want the rain, the storm, or this house’s ghost?” he teases. Poorvi, shivering, points at a pair of shoes and tells him to stop scaring her.
Meanwhile, Harleen worries that Monisha might be causing trouble for RV. She calls him immediately, but when RV peers behind the curtain, he sees no one. “It’s just shoes,” he mutters. Harleen insists that caution is better than cure, and she pulls out her phone’s torchlight, checking the water supply. Seeing a shadow, she panics and calls RV, only to trip and fall into his arms. A soft, romantic song begins as they regain composure. Poorvi, catching her breath, whispers for RV to check who is there, but he groans, “I don’t want to. I’m sleepy. Good night.” She smiles softly, deciding to stay close to him.
At the same time, Harleen confronts Deepika and Monisha. “I warned you, my son will not be harmed,” she scolds. Turning to Monisha, she says, “You claim to love RV, but he is married now. Let him live his life. Don’t try to force him into something he doesn’t want. You’ve already ruined their honeymoon, and now they are coming back. But RV is affected, and this is on you.” Monisha smiles, excited that RV is returning, thinking her plan worked.
Later that night, Poorvi wakes to the windows rattling. She nudges RV awake, but he insists there’s no one and tells her to sleep. Suddenly, she spots a figure standing near her. Panicked, she prays quietly, trying to steady herself. The figure approaches and touches her foot. “Who’s there? Enough!” she yells, stepping out to confront him. The man grabs her hand and urges her to follow, but RV bursts in, pushing the intruder back. The man drinks wine aggressively and attacks RV, but RV fights back, knocking him down. Poorvi exhales in relief, thanking him. RV, still catching his breath, says, “My night’s already full of thanks. Let’s leave before his partners arrive.”
As they step onto the road, RV calls Poorvi his “trouble,” joking about how everything happened because of her. “You keep calling me trouble,” she protests. “I’m just saying less and staying in control,” he replies with a smirk, making her feel guilty but safe. He takes her hand gently, asking if she feels anything when he speaks softly to her, when he’s close to her. Their eyes meet, and she nods slightly. “Shall I tell you how I feel?” he asks. Poorvi’s gaze lingers on his, anticipation and warmth mixing as she silently agrees, feeling the closeness between them deepen.
Poorvi sighs, telling RV that she is exhausted and now in pain. He glances at her and asks, “Do you want me to lift you?” She shakes her head, saying she doesn’t expect anything from him. “Then don’t expect,” RV replies with a teasing smile, “because I won’t lift you.” She challenges him, asking if his hands aren’t strong enough. “My hands are for lifting dumbbells, not heavy trouble,” he says. She frowns. “Did you just call me heavy trouble?” “Yes,” he admits. She presses him again, and he smirks, “Say it lovingly, with a please.” “Please lift me,” she murmurs, and he scoops her up, teasingly asking her weight. “Forty to fifty,” she replies. He laughs and says she should have asked him to multiply it by two, joking about how girls always hide their weight. Then, pretending to itch, he asks her to scratch his chin, and she giggles as she obliges. A soft song plays in the background, capturing the gentle intimacy between them.
Back home, Prachi kneels in prayer, her voice calm yet heartfelt. She thanks God for giving her the strength, courage, and wisdom to raise Khushi and Poorvi after their father’s absence. She prays for Poorvi’s happiness and safety, for RV and Poorvi to stay united, and for them to always trust each other. She admits a flicker of unease about Monisha, recalling her own past pain, and asks for divine protection over her daughters. “Poorvi is innocent,” she whispers, “Give her the strength to face whatever comes her way and keep their bond unbroken.”
