Radha Mohan Friday 29th August 2025 Written Update Zeeworld
Radhika tries to explain to Yug that just as Gungun sneaked into their house late at night and even then Mr. Trivedi said nothing to her, in the same way she doesn’t want Manan to get too close to them. Yug agrees that the Trivedis are a little strange, but he keeps pressing her for more answers. Radhika calmly explains that since they are soon leaving after selling their house, it would only hurt Manan later if he becomes too attached to them. She insists that it is better to focus on old, existing relationships rather than forming new ones that won’t last. After saying this, she leaves, unknowingly passing by the mask still hidden under the couch. Yug watches her go and sighs, half admiring her. He mutters that his wife always speaks such beautiful words that he has no choice but to accept them, yet he cannot ignore the contradiction — the same wife who could invite the entire neighborhood is now refusing to invite the Trivedis. Restless, Yug thinks about his grandmother and then calls for Radhika again.
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Meanwhile, out on the road, Pari Dadi walks leisurely when suddenly Mohan playfully taps her from behind with his bow. Startled at first, she quickly lights up with a smile once she realizes it is Mohan. She greets him warmly, joking that he looks like Salman Khan. Mohan, never missing a chance to charm, quips that if she is Madhuri, then he must be Salman. She teases him, asking who she really is to him. Mohan grins and says simply that he is her neighbor, then notices her empty hands. With a flourish, he offers her a yellow flower. She laughs and says that yellow is for friendship, but Mohan cleverly replies that love always begins with friendship. On impulse, he suggests giving her a red flower instead, if she agrees to join him for dinner.
Pari hesitates, remembering Radhika’s words about honoring old ties before building new ones. She gently says it cannot happen tonight. Mohan presses for a reason, so she suggests they could go right now. He chuckles at her cleverness, saying it’s too hot at this time of day. Dinner, he insists, is meant for night — with wine and delicious food. She teases him about drinking, saying she herself only enjoys red wine, though she still declines for tonight. Mohan laughs when she mentions that she knows he doesn’t drink, realizing she has been keeping tabs on him through Gungun. He gazes at her intently, telling her that some eyes are so deep they can drown a person. Pari blushes but quickly reminds herself that she cannot go tonight, especially since Manan’s birthday is being celebrated. Too late, she realizes she has accidentally revealed the secret Radhika had strictly told them to hide. Mohan, however, brightens at the thought and even starts dancing with her in the middle of the road.
Back at home, Yug questions Radhika again about whether she has invited Dadi to Manan’s birthday. She shakes her head, saying no. But Yug reminds her that Manan adores Dadi. In his own thoughts, he grows darker, imagining that if Dadi really knows something about Radhika’s past, he will torture her until she speaks, even hang her upside down if he must. Radhika refuses firmly, explaining that Dadi is busy with a small pooja at her own home. Yug stares at her, still suspicious, still certain she is hiding something, and walks away unsettled.
Later, Radhika calls Manan to get ready so they can go buy gifts. They leave together, her hand tightly holding his.
Not far away, Mohan continues dancing with Pari until Gungun arrives, scolding him gently. She warns him to be careful, otherwise what he feels will show on his face. Pari looks curiously at Gungun, asking what she means. Boldly, Gungun says aloud that it is what her father feels for Pari. Mohan quickly hugs her, embarrassed, but then spots Radhika approaching with Manan. For a moment, Radhika freezes in her tracks, startled to see Mohan there. But her eyes soften as she notices the way Mohan’s gaze rests only on Manan. She worries that Mohan has already discovered it is Manan’s birthday. Still, she walks forward briskly, trying to pass by without a word.
But Mohan, unable to resist, whistles playfully. Manan turns, lights up, and runs straight into his arms. Mohan bends down, embraces him warmly, and wishes him a happy birthday. Gungun joins in, hugging her little brother and wishing him as well. For a moment, Radhika’s face breaks into a smile as she sees her son so happy, and she too joins them in the hug. The scene feels perfect, almost healing — until Radhika suddenly realizes she is only dreaming. She blinks and sees the reality before her: Manan clinging tightly to Mohan and Gungun, while she stands at a distance, tense and conflicted. Slowly she approaches and asks Manan if they can leave.
Gungun excitedly asks for a selfie. Manan agrees, saying she can take two since birthdays come only once a year. As the children leave, Mohan and Radha finally confront each other. Mohan asks why she is so stubborn, trying to steal these little moments from him. Radhika coldly replies that Manan is not his son. Mohan’s voice trembles as he retorts that just because he has been kept away for seven years, it does not erase the truth. Radhika insists that is exactly why she did not invite him to the party. Mohan asks what she will do if he still shows up, and she snaps that it would only prove once again that he cannot keep his word. She urges him to at least remain firm in his promise this one time, then leaves with Manan.
Mohan clenches his fists but steadies himself. He vows he will neither break his word nor force himself into the party, but if Ba Kai Bihari ji wills it, then Radha herself will call him. He prays aloud, certain that God will not let him remain away from his son forever. He declares that may the best man win. Gungun listens, worried, while Mohan walks away.
From the shadows, Yug steps forward. He has been hiding, eavesdropping on the entire conversation. He chuckles to himself, remarking that wives never reveal anything directly, so a man must be like a fly — always sticking close to overhear the truth. Just then, Gungun startles him by placing her hand on his shoulder. He tries to brush it off, asking why she doesn’t simply call him by his name. But Gungun looks him straight in the eye and says that as her father always tells her, one must always search for a way forward. She admits she has a habit of solving complicated problems and for her, the mystery of the masked man is like an “X” waiting to be solved. She vows to uncover his real identity. Yug swallows hard, unnerved. In his thoughts, he curses his fate — why is he digging his own grave? He resolves that if Gungun is so determined, then he will “solve” her problems once and for all, permanently.
That evening, the birthday party begins. Manan beams with joy but turns to his mother, pleading to invite Gungun, Sargam, Ketki, and Ajeet. Radhika dodges his request, asking who else is left, and reminding him that many friends are already here to celebrate with him. She urges him to enjoy with them. Manan frowns, still unsettled, while Radhika busies herself with the food, sniffing the dishes to check if everything is perfect. Yug, watching her, mutters bitterly about the troubles he has to endure because of her. He claims he hates children, but then quickly corrects himself aloud, smiling at the guests and pretending to adore them.
Manan, meanwhile, plays with his friends. They blindfold him for a game, urging him to join in. But as he stumbles around, he suddenly flashes back to the terrifying memory of being pushed from the school rooftop. The fear overwhelms him, but his friends encourage him to keep playing. Blindfolded, he moves forward carefully, searching for them, until his foot strikes against a chair and he tumbles to the ground. His hand lands on something unexpected — a mask. Startled, he pulls off the blindfold and stares at the mask in his hand, the same one worn by the person who pushed him from the roof. His face turns pale as he calls out desperately for his mother.
Yug freezes across the room, horrified. The mask should have been hidden safely. He stares in disbelief, unable to process how it ended up here, at Manan’s birthday party. Manan is still chasing after his friends, laughing and stumbling, when he trips over the couch and lands hard. He rips the blindfold off and, to his horror, finds a black mask clutched in his small hand — the same masked face that has haunted his nightmares since the school incident. Yug sees it at the same moment and his blood runs cold. He remembers shoving a suspicious bag under the couch only minutes earlier and realizes, with a dawning panic, how this looks: a child holding the very prop that could point all eyes straight at him. If Radhika or Gungun sees it, Yug knows what will follow — questions, accusations, people reaching for easy explanations. His stomach tightens.
Across the house Mohan is battling with a cake in the oven, determined to bake something chocolatey that might make the boy’s birthday feel safe and ordinary. Gungun hovers nearby and reminds him they aren’t even invited, but Mohan answers softly that some things are worth doing regardless — a bread-crumb of normalcy he can scatter for Manan. Ketki and Ajeet arrive with the brisk chatter of neighbors who know one another’s histories, Ketki fussing about icing as if social standing could be smoothed with syringes of sweetness. Mohan keeps glancing to the window; he wants to be useful, to act when a child is afraid, and that thought keeps him moving even as the oven beeps and threatens to spoil the cake.
Then the lights flicker and go out. A full, chaotic blackout drops the party into a sudden, animal panic: chairs scrape, small voices rise, and children scatter. Manan’s cry — “Maa!” — slices through the dark. Radhika scrambles, Yug fumbles toward the fuse box, and the room becomes a jumble of hands and shadows. When the lights slam back on, Manan is on the floor, trembling, still clutching the mask like it’s a talisman. Yug lunges, reflexively snatches the object, and in the confusion another boy topples backward and cracks his head on a chair. The sound makes everyone go still for a fierce second.
Gungun is instantly at Manan’s side, wrapping him in a small, fierce hug. Radhika drops beside Chintu, whose forehead is bleeding where he hit the edge of the chair; she presses a hand to him, calm and clinical, trying to keep fear from spreading. “Bandage!” Yug shouts, and Garv scrambles for the first-aid kit while Chintu’s mother bursts into the room, furious and frightened. Her anger is practical and harsh: “Why throw a party if you can’t manage the children?” The question lands on all of them, and it feels heavier than the bleeding.
When adults ask what happened, Chintu says plainly that someone pushed him. Yug — trying to shepherd the situation back into something manageable — suggests the only explanation might be a child’s panic. The room hears the implication and the implication wraps itself around Manan like a shadow. Then the small voice that breaks everyone’s hearts: Manan says, “I had the mask.” Those words change the atmosphere from hurt to something far more dangerous. Gungun and Radhika exchange a terrified look; the mask from the school is now in the middle of a domestic living room on a boy’s birthday, and no neat explanation smooths that away.
Mohan watches from the window and his face is a map of worry. He’s been pulling against neighbors’ gossip for some time; Ketki frets about “respect,” Meera frets about the family, Kadambari murmurs prayers that the moment won’t peel open old wounds. Mohan will not be held by propriety when a child is frightened. He shoulders past any embarrassment and moves to see what he can do. Ketki nags at him for being reckless, but Molly — measured and stubborn — knows better than to stand in the way of someone’s impulse to protect.
As the adults argue, the children cry and the household’s private histories press in from every side: Ketki’s obsession with reputation, Kadambari’s long years of solitude, Mohan’s bruised but stubborn devotion. Punam looks at Yug with a question in her eyes; he meets her gaze but his mind is still circling the bag, the mask, the possibility of being blamed for something he didn’t do. No one yet says it aloud, but everyone feels the danger: an object as small as a mask can redirect suspicion and fracture the fragile alliances that keep neighbors civil.
By the time the lights are steady again, first aid is applied and tempers cool into uneasy conversation. Chintu’s mother is angry and demanding; she wants an explanation and someone to be accountable. Yug tries to keep his voice even and practical, suggesting mistakes happen, children panic, things get rough. Radhika steadies Manan and tells him she won’t leave his side, yet her eyes keep flicking to the mask tucked out of sight and to Yug, who stands like a man feeling his balance shift. Gungun whispers that the mask matches the one from school; Radhika’s face hardens, the kind of clarity that precedes action. The night has changed: a birthday party has become a crossroads, and nobody is sure which road leads back to the ordinary life they had before.
