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suca-loca · 3 years

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it’s been a long year since we last spoke (how’s your halo?)

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Tags: Hurt No comfort, Angst, No Happy Ending, No beta we die like Wilbur

Warnings: Body horror, Blood, Death, Suicidal Implications/Thoughts, Mentions Of Torture, Beating/Fighting

Author's Note: I tentatively present you all this fic as my ticket to board the Dream SMP Fandom. I took some creative liberties with this, such as hints of Niki and Wilbur being childhood friends, as well as Niki living near Techno's cabin, and making Niki respawning to restock her hunger bar during her spiraling/villain arc one of her canon deaths. Also, despite Niki wearing a new skin she has stated that her character still wears Wilbur's coat. Just adding that in here so people don't comment that I got her outfit wrong during a certain scene. And finally, even though I feel this is obvious, this is about the characters and not the streamers themselves. With that out of the way, enjoy the fic!

Summary:

"Time down here is like stars, Niki. We're dead, dead for thousands of years, but to them," he points up, "we still shine. It'll take light years for them to realize they are staring at just a memory."

She tries to take a step back, but she's rooted where she stands. "Wilbur," she weeps. "How long have you been down here?"

He laughs.

(There was a time it made Niki's heart stop. It still does, but for different reasons now)

"Eleven years."

Niki covers her mouth to stifle a broken cry.

or; Niki tries, unwillingly may she add, the whole being dead thing. Oh, and Wilbur is there to "help"

The worst part about it is that Niki's whole life doesn't flash before her eyes. It doesn't happen in slow motion and neither is there some comforting, bright light for her to walk towards. It's simply this: one second she's at Church Prime and the next she's falling into pitch blackness.

Then again, she should have known better than to expect any of that dumb cliche stuff 'cause it's not like she died or anything. Not really. Her communicator may say she did, but she knows the truth. She was teleported.

So why does this feel like dying?

foolish girl breaking at the seams from using the same stitching of a burning flag to put yourself back together again. you think the afterlife cares how you arrive? the entry fee is the same for all

She comes in screaming and doesn't stop even when that's all she is anymore. Her body is unrecognizable to her, turned inside out, muscles stretching and bending and snapping in an attempt to mimic the shape she once was.

(She wishes her muscles luck in regressing back into a memory because oh primes, oh dear primes did she try, try again to be the girl wore a white and blue uniform with pride, but that girl only exists now in dreams and sometimes nightmares)

But they can't, for her organs and bones and flesh do not know what it means to not be confined (but they should know, they really should, because she still finds it hard to breath in small spaces ever since Schlatt caged her between iron bars and dirt and Sapnap left her in a hole in the ground over a fish) and so they shake. Convulsing and spasming until she is just sound, just an echo of shrieks that are happening in the past or the present or the future depending on how fast it travels down this tight, narrowed cave she lands in.

Wait, lands in?

She finds herself laying flat on the ground. She blinks. Then does it again for good measure to make sure she's not imaging having eyelids.

She touches her face. Feels the crook of her nose, the curve of her chin, and her soft round ears.

It's all skin. No muscle, no tissue, just her.

Still her.

(For now)

Her body is back. Not whole though - never whole - for she will always be a walking empty space within a solid object, but for now, her body is right. Her body is here. She closes her eyes in relief.

Someone is staring down at her when she opens them again.

"Hello Niki," Wilbur says. "It's been a while."

(It's Doomsday. His name shows up on your communicator and so you become a lit match. The fire eats you away just like the bark of a tree, like the walls of a bakery, two things you once loved most, and you're watching them both burn with his coat over your shoulders, which doesn't help you ignore who you must look like, who you're acting like, whose footsteps you're following in; and doesn't it hurt to know that what's before you isn't just a friend but a reflection?)

She's already scrambling back before she's even fully sat up.

She doesn't get very far, not with the way her wrists twist and bend before finally buckling under the pressure, and she can't find the strength to stand up and run. So all that's left to do is hyperventilate at the way his eyes land on her face, roaming, analyzing, absorbing, trying to read her like a book, unaware she's ripped out the pages long ago. At the way his shadow covers her and maybe once it felt like a blanket, but that time has passed, now all it is is heavy, suffocating, pinning her down. At the way he wears his Pogtopia outfit, pressed and cleaned when the last she saw of it it was covered in ash and black feathers and red, so much red.

But it never comes. In fact, her lungs don't move at all. Almost as if she doesn't need to breathe. As if she hasn't been breathing since she's been down here.

Is that why it was so easy to keep screaming?

"You're not here," she whispers. "Not really."

Wilbur tilts his head to the left.

(Does it in a way a predator would while observing its prey from afar, waiting for the right moment to strike)

"Oh? Where am I then, Niki?"

"My head," Niki responds, practically blurting it out. "Yeah - yeah, that's right. This is just my head playing tricks on me again. A horrible horrible trick, but that's all it is. I - I know it."

Wilbur hums. He sits down as if this will take a while. As if she won't blink and he'll be gone. "Well, that's a damn shame. I was hoping it'd be a beach. Mexican Dream has been talking a lot about La Jolla lately. Sounds like a nice place."

He smiles, suddenly.

(No, not smiles, more like baring his teeth. His very normal teeth that give off the impression that they should be very sharp and very large and very deep in her throat right now)

"Let's hope I don't blow it up."

(Niki is shouting for Wilbur over the chaos when her communicator pings in her pocket. It gets hard to breathe as she reads what it says, and it isn't because every inhale of smoke and pulverized concrete from the tumbling buildings poison her lungs. There's a ringing in her ears, and it isn't because of the TNT that just detonated in front of her. She feels broken, and it isn't because the force of the explosion knocks her back and she skitters across the field, hitting rocks and choking on dirt until she stops on her stomach, limbs bent at weird angles. Her communicator lands right beside her, the screen shattered and static flashing, but she can still catch glimpses of what is on the screen, as clear as day, like a taunt: WilburSoot was slain by Ph1lza)

Niki scrambles to her feet, presses herself as much as she can against the walls, and maybe, just maybe, she'll glitch and go through it and suffocate in a block.

She immediately throws herself away from it when she realizes what she just thought.

Wilbur stands with her. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he says. "I thought it would lighten up the mood. So, how are you?"

"How am I?" Niki echoes. "I'm imagining my dead best friend even though I thought I was getting better and I could have sworn I was, I was I swear I was, and this place, this place, I don't know where this is but it, it just feels - I don't even know why - so familiar and so - "

She pauses.

She looks around.

She was so busy panicking from Wilbur's presence that she never took in her surroundings. She stares at the smooth stone walls, the occasional hanging vines, the little aquarium in the corner right next to the entrance, and, finally, the stand. The stand with two signs on the front that read -

No. It can't be. It just can't.

She won't believe it until she's seen the whole thing.

She walks further in, each step hesitant.

And she notices the way everything around her seems so devoid of life. Almost colorless. Close to numb. She thinks it's her body shutting down, the stress finally getting to her, but no. This is worse. Something's going on. She doesn't know what it is exactly, but she knows it isn't her that's wrong here.

(This time)

Wilbur follows closely behind and, as if to prove her point, his footsteps sound muffled, distant, apart from him, like in the way you hear something underwater.

Maybe she is underwater because everything is getting blurry and her face feels wet.

(Or maybe the better comparison is like hearing something behind glass. She's been tapping against the window of a caravan for months as men in suits discuss a country she bled for just as much as them, if not more, without her. The tapping turns to banging, but it is not the glass that shatters. Not the glass that breaks)

She stills as she catches sight of the small wheat farm in the back room, dried and frail and unkempt.

(Like a flower shop)

It really is her bakery.

"No," she mumbles. Then, more stern, as if it'll blow this place away, as Wilbur should have done the first time. "No no no no this can't… this can't be true. I, I shouldn't be here I - it doesn't make any sense, how how how - "

She whirls on Wilbur, the tears coming in waves now. "What are you doing to me?"

(It's his fault she's back here. It has to be, he's the reason you wanted to burn the memories why this is all gone why this should be gone why isn't this gone gone gone gone)

foolish girl who has become like the nation she despises, you are a crater, there is a hole inside of you where a soul once was and it was caused by your own hands because the only destruction you're good at is your own. you couldn't even kill a child with a nuke, so what makes you think you can end a small room on the side of some hill?

"What do you see?" Wilbur says, and the voice in her head disappears. She can't remember what it said. She shakes her head as if the words will fall out her ears.

Suddenly she can't remember why she's shaking her head.

Her next words come out frail.

"My… my bakery. But how? This shouldn't be possible I, I destroyed it - I - "

"Limbo is different for everybody," Wilbur interjects. "For me, it's a train station."

"Limbo? What are you talking about? What is going on? I was nowhere near L'manburg I was - " Niki's mind blanks.

(Smooth quartz all around her and she feels safe there, that she remembers because there is no killing here, the one place bloodshed does not haunt her, and then crushing disappointment that turns into actual crushing as her body gets shredded, mangled, undone like a ribbon except it does not look pretty)

Wilbur gives her a slicing smile. It cuts her down. "This is the afterlife, Niki."

She blinks. She tries to take a step back, but she's rooted to the spot. "What?"

"The afterlife," he continues, eyes sparkling. "Hell. The void. Eternal darkness. Whatever you wanna call it. I call it home."

"Home?" She repeats, shakily.

foolish girl with no place, no one to call home because she's an expert at finding comfort in things that don't stay, of course he sees this place as home. Although if he really wanted to surround himself in emptiness so bad then he just needed to wait a few months for you to become just that

"I'm not dead," she mutters. She attempts to laugh, because if she laughs then this will sound like a joke. Wilbur would joke about such a thing. After all, he poked fun at exploding L'manburg just a while ago. So of course this is a joke. It has to be. It is, and she will not allow her breakdown to be the punchline.

At Wilbur's unflinching smile she says it again, with more conviction. "I'm not!"

"How else do you think you're talking to me? How your bakery is still in one piece? Sorry to be your grim reaper Niki, but you're dead. And now you're here, in the afterlife, with me!" He leans in close, close enough that she should feel his breath on her.

There is nothing. He is nothing.

(And maybe, so is she)

"Isn't that great? We're together again! You and me, just like the old days. And look," His eyes glance at what she wears. It's the coat. Specifically, Wilbur's coat, wrapped around her shoulders.

"We're even matching," he coos.

She thinks she might scream.

She throws herself away from him, almost throws the coat too, but into the furnace next to her.

('I gotta burn the memories I need to destroy it I need to destroy it I need to destroy it,' she once screamed to no one but herself. History repeats itself)

How she ever found comfort in this ratty, old coat she'll never know. And she'll never care to find out. Not when Wilbur is acting like this, like before, like a loose city wire, all dangerous and unpredictable, each word an electric spark, and Niki is trying not to get stung. She remembers how that story ended.

But her's will not end. Not yet.

"I can't be dead," she argues. "I don't remember that I would remember something like that so I - I can't be dead, and I have two lives left so, no, no I can't be I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive and I'm in bed I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive and you're not real, just a nightmare. I'm alive I'm alive I'm - "

"It's really me, Niki," Wilbur says, and the fire from the furnace roars in response as if his words fan the flames. It's the first time something in this wicked place has felt alive. "In the flesh. Or, rather, a close imitation of it. I think my corpse must have liquified by now, swelling up for months before bursting open, leaving nothing but a skeleton behind. What about you? What did you leave for them to find?"

She covers her ears. "Stop! Stop it stop it stop it!"

"Remember it. Remember your last moments."

"Wilbur, please - "

"Feel your wrist," he says. No, orders. And she does. Because she, at her core, is still his soldier.

(She says that she is loyal to him and he responds by saying he wants her to be loyal to L'manburg. She remembers being confused, for she saw them both as the same. Wilbur is L'manburg and L'manburg is Wilbur, one cannot coexist without the other. A few months later, amongst the wreckage of her nation and a father's anguished screams, she'll realize too little too late how true her statement holds)

She doesn't find her heartbeat.

For a second she thinks she made a mistake. That she has her fingers in the wrong place, but no. A soldier knows where to look for life so that they may snuff it out. She can't be making a mistake.

Still, she presses her fingers down, harder this time, nails first, that blood draws, and sobs as she's still met with nothing.

She has no heartbeat.

She is dead.

She chokes. She clutches her chest, not because it hurts to know what she lacks in her chest, but because she remembers. Remembers it so intently, remembers it happening in the snap of a finger, literally, from a smiling God (and maybe it is quite a fitting end, for she goes out the same way she lived, giving second chances to men who don't deserve it) and how the world tilted as the ground slipped away.

But what's worse is the realization that comes after.

"I didn't leave anyone anything to find," she says.

Wilbur raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"I didn't leave anyone anything to find because I didn't die," she says again, but weaker. More horrified. "I was teleported. I was on the holy lands when - "

"Teleported?' Wilbur interrupts. His features, just a second ago, eccentric and mad, turn curious. "Wait wait wait, hold on a second, are you telling me you were sent to Hell, Hell, on the fucking Holy Lands? "

Niki weakly nods.

It goes silent.

Suddenly, a snort. A snort that does not sound like it once did, back before the war for independence, before the election, before banishment, before it all, when all there was was a caravan and the worst of their worries was getting Sapnap a vegan hotdog. It's meaner, more shrill, and laced with a madness that seems to roll off his tongue so easily nowadays.

If she weren't watching how hard Wilbur's shoulders shake she'd have never guessed such a sound would come from him.

But there's something else about this snort that chills her to the core. Although she never could have imagined it coming from Wilbur doesn't mean she hasn't heard this kind of laugh before.

It's almost breathless, almost like something left on a stove, steaming, almost like the sound of -

(Dream and Wilbur worked together, both wanted L'manburg gone, both almost killed a kid, both cut off attachments, both lost trust in others, all things Niki has done too, and if Niki is like Wilbur and Wilbur is like Dream then that means - )

(No. Please, no)

"That is -," Wilbur wheezes, wiping away a tear. "That is horribly ironic."

"DreamXD!" She shouts, head tilted up. "Take me back! Take me back right now!"

Wilbur shakes his head. "Oh, no need to try that. I've been there. The whole shouting for help thing? Yeah, will do you no good. No one can hear you down here."

"DreamXD! I'm here!"

"Scream all you want, prime knows you don't need to breathe down here so nothing's stopping you from doing it for forever, but when your screams are all you hear for eternity… well, it'll drive any person mad."

"DreamXD," she shrieks. And her lungs don't shake, don't even give a small quiver, she knows it. Nothing in her does, for the gears don't need to be turning to keep this machine of a body that's been on autopilot since an explosion knocked her off her feet alive anymore. "Please!"

"You stop talking after a few years of just endless screaming for your voice becomes a reminder of your entrapment. But then the silence itself, after a few years, is unbearable. Yet you don't dare speak or make any noise, so it's just madness of a new kind."

She pushes her way past him and makes her way to the exit of her bakery. "I - I liked the magic trick, DreamXD! I really did! You - you can teleport me back now!"

"Too scared to make a noise, but too scared to keep quiet. So you stand still. Your body deteriorates, muscles numb from lack of use, and all you do is use your nails to scratch marks onto the walls to mark how many years have passed since… since absolutely nothing."

She stills. She slowly turns around.

(L'manburg is surrounded by a wall. A wall so mighty and tall she never thought she'd see the day it'd be torn down, much less by its own inhabitants. But this wall right here, the one between her and this old friend, this is a wall that will never meet the same end as its predecessor)

"Wilbur," she whispers. "What do you mean by years?"

Silence.

Wilbur has a far-away look in his eye.

(That look was born in a dirt hole on the side of a small hill and Niki doesn't learn that lesson for she builds her bakery in a similar place. Two places, so small, so cramped, started with hope, have become their worst downfalls, their unfinished symphonies. She parallels him in all the wrong ways)

She tries to take a step back, but she's rooted where she stands. "Wilbur," she weeps. "How long have you been down here?"

He laughs.

(There was a time it made Niki's heart stop. It still does, but for different reasons now)

"Eleven years."

Niki covers her mouth to stifle a broken cry. She was paralyzed before but now, with fear pumping through her veins, she runs. Fear is a more dependent motivator than strength or bravery could ever be, for fear, unlike any other heroic emotion, can't be beaten out of you. Can't be threatened out of you by a friend on your birthday as you try to stop him from pressing a button. Fear only grows, like a weed, you can try to get rid of it all you want, but it multiplies the more you struggle.

She finally gets to the exit, nearly throwing herself at it, only to find a stone wall staring back at her. It's been cemented shut.

She's trapped.

(She is in a cage, a zoo animal for Manburg citizens to point and laugh at. It is cramped, it is humiliating, and it is her home, her everything in wake of becoming nothing to people she once considered friends, Schlatt tells her. Until Quackity frees her. But there is no one to free her now. Except herself)

She pulls up her sleeves and begins mining with her bare hands.

She's been torn apart before, but at least it was quick. This, the way her flesh slowly peels off at each scratch is its own kind of torture. Not because it's painful, but the torture in knowing what you're willing to do to yourself just to see the sky again.

She keeps going.

(She does not throw up at the sight of chunks of flesh dangling where nail once was because she is a soldier and she has seen worse. Seen a child trapped in a box screaming for help and she's unfortunate enough to have a seat in the splash zone. Helped patch up Ponk's wound where his arm should be, afraid she might lose him to blood loss because whoever chopped his arm off didn't cut across the joint to avoid the bone and therefore had to hack again and again and again to get through the bone. Sewed Fundy's head back together from when Schlatt beat him over the scalp with a beer bottle before dying in the caravan; it took a couple of hours to finish because his fur made it hard to spot the bits of glass sticking out his skin. This is not the first or last time she will wash blood off her clothes, she just has to hope it will continue to be someone else's and not her own)

Wilbur comes up beside her. He doesn't even try to stop her, much less flinch at all the red on the wall. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Tommy did."

She snaps her head to him, her clawing ceasing. "Tommy was here?"

He nods. "Arrived a few years ago. I have to admit, when a space opened up here I thought it would be him again, not you. Not that I'm complaining. Don't get me wrong he's a good kid but, well, you know how Tommy gets."

(Everyone you've ever hated, everyone you've ever sworn to end; Schlatt, Tommy, and although you do not hate Wilbur or Jack you're relationship with them is complicated because they remind you of when you spiraled, you lot are all connected now, bound together from sharing the similar experience of death. She can never separate herself from them. Will be rever grouped in with the people she can't stand most)

"How long was Tommy here for?" She asks softly.

Wilbur clicks his tongue. "Two months I think."

She closes her eyes.

(She wanted to look deep into the crater Tubbo's nuke made and confuse Tommy's charcoal, burnt body for obsidian. She wanted to catch Tommy's choked last breaths in a bottle and get drunk on it every night. She wanted to leave spruce wood on his grave as a sort of flag marking her latest conquest. She wanted to stop thinking that if Wilbur was wrong for believing in Tommy then that means he might have been wrong for believing in her)

She doesn't want Tommy dead anymore and although they're still not friends even she wouldn't wish this on him.

"Two months," she says, and it sinks in.

Is that how long she'll have to wait until someone comes looking for her?

That is if someone even cares to look.

(Puffy doesn't respond to any of her messages after their first date. She turns Jack away when he tries to pull her back into the obsession of caving Tommy's head in. Everyone grieving L'manburg remembers her setting L'mantree aflame. Anyone in the Eggpire is too far gone to even care about themselves. She doesn't have a Tubbo. Isn't anyone's disk. She's just Niki, forgotten, ignored Niki, the first ghost of the server before Ghostbur. Why spare a glance at someone transparent? Someone, not all there?)

No one will come for her.

Wilbur cracks his fingers, and Niki winces, for her bones are still on flesh display and slowly repairing. "Well, now that we've played twenty questions let's move on to a new game. You up for some solitaire?"

She rises to her feet and numbly nods. She might as well have something to do to, to try and prevent the inevitable insanity with a card game.

Might as well accept her fate.

Wilbur reaches into his pocket and pulls out the cards. He sits down on the ground. "Sorry," he says. "I'd offer we play on a table but there are no tables in a train station and I doubt your bakery has one either." He hands her half of the deck. "Help me set it up."

But Niki doesn't take them, for she's focused on the word table because -

(There's a table, a weird table, made up of this block she's never seen before. It's sponge-like, with a hole on top decorated by a blueish-green frame, and she's about to ask where they found it when Phil suddenly apologizes for exploding her bakery. At her shocked expression, he explains he'd like to air out all possible tensions before starting their first-ever official Syndicate meeting so that no past grievances keep them from working as an effective team. Techno merely snorts, saying it's not their fault her bakery was on government land, and Phil responds by shooting him a glare fit for his title as Angel of Death. She'd have laughed, she'd have cried because such a look was once how Phil got Wil to eat his vegetables if it weren't for the fact she tells them they have nothing to apologize for. Tells them she left the oven on the day before the attack and by next sunrise, it was already burnt to the ground. Ranboo doesn't blink once from where he sits across from her as she talks. She sees in his eyes that day, how her laughs and her wails blend in with the chaos around her, as if it belongs there, as if she is one with it. And maybe she is, for the fire that consumes her bakery grows and grows and grows but Niki just gets smaller and smaller and smaller as if she has to sacrifice bits of herself to keep the fire going. Perhaps she is, for every monster requires an offering, and her bakery is that. A representative of the old her burning alive to make room for the new, merciless, unhinged her. Good. She looks down at the flint and steel in her hand and in the reflection of the metal she sees a boy with mismatched eyes standing behind her, staring. And then he takes out his book and writes. It feels like Ranboo has placed a noose around her neck. The memory fades and she holds her breath. She waits for him to say something, to call out her lie. This time, Ranboo undoes the knot. He looks away)

Because she needs to tell Ranboo she appreciated his silence that day. Needs to joke about how all this snow reminds her of an ice cream shop and watch Ranboo nervously laugh as she lightheartedly punches him on the shoulder.

Because she needs to know how that story Phil was telling her about his adventures with Techno on another server, something about an Antarctic Empire, ends. Needs to feed the crows with him to make sure he doesn't stare at their wings for too long.

Because she needs to braid Techno's hair one last time while they talk about how pink is clearly the superior hair color. Needs to thank Techno for giving her these becauses, for they wouldn't exist in the first place had he not offered her a place in the Syndicate.

Ironically enough, she always knew she'd die before she could give back all that she owed them. But only because what she owed them was too long a list, too difficult to be expressed in any way that captured what they deserved.

(Somewhere, in a snow biome, there is a family. They're different from each other, too different at times, and yet Ranboo and Techno could wear each other crowns, each fitting perfectly on their heads and no one would know of the switch, except for Phil of course. Right now they're probably looking at their comms around the dinner table, confused by the last message. 'Nihachu fell from a high place.' They aren't worried. Not yet. But in a couple of days, months for her, they'll start to pace. Phil will stand at the edge of the roof, ready to step off, only to remember he doesn't have wings, can't look for her high up in the sky like he used to when she was a kid. Ranboo will force himself through experiments, lose sleep, break himself in, trying to learn how to teleport so as to cover ground faster in the search, to do more than just let his powers go to waste when they could be what brings her home. Techno will grab her rainbow sweater and put it to Steve's snout, but the trail will go cold every time until eventually all of Niki's clothes don't smell like her anymore. They'll do this every day. Nothing will change but their hope, dwindling away each day. So will they just stare at that last message, her unintentional goodbye, looking for some sort of explanation? For some secret message? Some coordinates until they go mad? They won't think she's dead until they've found a body. Won't stop looking, won't leave a corner of the server untouched. Won't stop till they have something to bury)

She can't do that to them.

She slaps the cards out of Wilbur's hands.

"No," she growls, trying to sound tough and less like a kid throwing a tantrum. Perhaps slapping the cards away was not the best start. "I am not going to waste my time playing Solitaire when I could be spending it finding a way back home. And I will if it's the last thing I do."

Wilbur frowns. Niki has the inkling suspicion it has more to do with the cards being all scattered about than from her declaration. "There is no 'last thing I do anymore.' You dying was the last thing you'll ever do. All you have now is this. This is your forever. Our forever."

She turns away from him, just for a second. Away from the sight of his furrowed brows and the crinkles in the space between them where her index finger would go to poke as she teased him. Away from the scrunch of his nose she would joke made him and Techno finally look like twins. Because despite everything, despite all the months that have settled into their bones since the last they saw each other and the wars they've fought on land and in their minds, it's still Wilbur's face. But only in the physical sense. After that, he stops being her Wilbur.

This would be so much easier if his face had physically morphed into a stranger, to prove to her how much he's changed, what he's become over the months, is not all in her head.

Somehow, she finds a way to start.

"You know, not too long ago I'd have stayed with you here. I wouldn't have even put up a fight. I'd have just laid down, closed my eyes, and let the vines on these walls grow over my body until I was just moss. I was… I was so tired, Wilbur. A part of me always will be. I understood. I finally got why you acted the way you did. There was a time I was on half a heart and instead of eating I would - "

Her body begins to shake so hard she almost expects to look down and she cracks in the ground from an incoming earthquake. The only cracks see she's are her own.

She can't say it. Not like that. Not yet.

" - I would respawn to restock the hunger bar," Niki chokes out instead.

(She respawns with dried blood on the back of her head and bones still rattling from the fall. Along her jutting spine, in an almost perfectly straight line that could be confused for an unkempt path lost to weeds and drought, are bruises. She doesn't feel them. All she feels is the urge to do it again)

She blinks and her hand is in her hair, looking for the bump. She pulls her hand away as if it's a hot furnace. "But I can't stay. Things have changed. I've changed. This is not the first time something dark has tried to consume me, but I can't let it win this time. I can't let this place turn me numb and unhinged, or worse, content. Not when I have people to go home to. Not when - "

She looks down at her hand, the one that traced her scalp, and sees it has clenched into a fist.

(At the count of three, Niki throws rock. She groans as she notices all the other hands make paper. Ranboo and Techno exhale as if the losing sentence wasn't shoveling the front lawn, but death. Or worse, going shopping with Phil for a refrigerator to put in the Syndicate meeting room. Ranboo lost that one. Niki points at Techno's hooves and says it's cheating since they can't ever tell which shape he chooses. She demands a rematch with the same tone one uses to declare war. A few minutes later, they're shouting, going over the rules of rock, paper, scissors, and they only stop when Phil comes home and pulls out the dad voice. They begrudgingly agree to do a rematch another time, once they've cooled down. That was yesterday)

She holds her fist close to her heart. The hand was never her rock, it was always three men in a snowy cabin, handing her a mug of hot cocoa. "Not when I have a lawn to shovel."

Silence.

Then, Wilbur sighs. "You know," he says. He places his arms behind him and leans back to get a better look at her. Somehow, even on the ground, he looks to hold all the power. "Years ago your determination would have been a sight for sore eyes, but here's a reality check. I've been here for almost a dozen years. Eleven years of letting the passing train rip right through me in the hopes it would send me to another layer of hell or maybe propel, heck, even drag my body to the next station. But every time I'd wake up back in the train station as if nothing had happened. Like my body breaking under the wheels was nothing."

He is an avalanche, growing and picking up speed with each word, and Niki realizes, too little too late, she's about to be buried alive. She tries to step back, but Wilbur is up quick and approaching. "There is no escape. The limbo is our stage and we have our lines, our cues, but we do not have a curtain call. We just keep going and going, an endless loop. You can't not play your part. It won't let you."

"I have to at least try," she says.

"Why? What's the point? They'll never know you tried."

Her fear turns to disgust. "Is that why you think I'll try? For the sole reason that one day they'll know what I've done for them? That's far from the truth."

(People built statues of Tommy, for all he's done, for all the influence he had on this server. Niki knows they will not give her the same treatment. But that's fine, more than fine. All she needs is a grave in the snow, beside a little cabin)

She didn't want to look at Wilbur's face before, but now, glaring at him straight on, all she sees staring back is Phil.

The day they found out Wilbur didn't inherit Phil's immortality was the day Phil looked like he should, centuries-old instead of thirty-three, the age when angels stop physically aging. Niki will never forget how deep the lines on Phil's face ran. They might as well have been cracks. And maybe it was, for Phil was breaking as he held his dying son - not dying now, but for an immortal, every second a mortal breathes is just inevitable death - in his arms.

But what still haunts Niki the most after all these years are his eyes. They carried the weight of the world in them. She could feel it, even now, pressing down on her shoulders. All the wars, the fall of cities, the birth of them, children with big smiles and even bigger graves.

Niki was not a soldier yet. She was just a nine-year-old girl who wanted to sleep over at her best friend's house.

She threw up in their sink and they mistook it as her reaction to the news. She didn't correct them.

The only reason she slept easy that night was from the knowledge she would never see those eyes on Wilbur's face. And yet, lo and behold, here it is, like a punch to the gut.

Except now, Niki has had time to numb herself to it. It's hard to get surprised by such a dead look when it's on the face of your roommate.

(Phil's screech - no, not a screech, a caw, high pitched and grief-stricken - is like an alarm clock. Except, instead of Niki waking up to the rising sun outside her window, it's to moonlight and blinking stars. This is the fifth time this month she's met Ranboo and Techno outside Phil's cabin, armed to the teeth, ready for war. The door creaks open, loudly, but they don't wince, for they know it won't wake him. Nothing really does when he's in this state, except for one thing. Techno holds him down and it's weird, will always be weird, to see Techno use such force, such retaliation, on Phil of all people, and then Phil nearly throws Techno through the wall with just a brush of his fingers, and she remembers it's necessary. This isn't Phil they're dealing with, it's the Angel of Death. It takes a while until Techno can get all of the Angel's limbs down, but even then they know it won't last long, and that's when Niki throws a slowness potion on him. Ranboo, meanwhile, turns around all the photos of Wilbur in the room, a safe distance away. They told him it's best he handles that since he's built like a stick, putting him anywhere near a powerful avian would be an accident waiting to happen. It definitely has nothing to do with them freezing up whenever they see Wilbur's smiling face, all happy, and so very alive. Phil's movements turn sluggish as the potion kicks in and Niki holds his face, murmurs soft words, and Techno gives his own weird, but comforting, comments. Something about how Phil can't afford to lose sleeping beauty to these night terrors, what with his old age. Niki snorts. Phil's eyes open immediately. Phil sucks in a sharp breath, like he's forgotten how to breathe, his fist clenching and unclenching. The eyes are back. Based on Techno's face Niki knows then she's not the only person that has seen them. They look at each other, nod, and hold him as he cries. They don't need to ask. There's only one person that could cause such a look. They force Ranboo, who is awkwardly standing to the side, to join. Eventually, they break apart, and Techno coughs. He says he hates them for making this all emotional and bans such an awkward event from ever happening again. And yet, when Phil keeps waking up with eyes too dark around the corners, Techno is there. And so is she and Ranboo)

She will not be the reason Phil's eyes age another year.

"It's about Phil, Techno, and Ranboo deserving someone who will never stop trying to find their way back to them," she says, with conviction. "I'm sorry you're too twisted to see not all actions stem from reward or acknowledgment."

She expects a laugh, a glimpse at his forked tongue spewing words so sweet she could use them as sugar in her desserts, only to take a bite and realize it was salt all along. But what she gets is silence. The type of silence before a storm.

"Phil?" Wilbur whispers.

Niki closes her eyes.

She should have never said their names.

She also should have never opened her eyes again, because Wilbur is looking more like Phil each second. Not because of the eyes. No, worse. Because she sees a boy, a boy with his arms spread open wide and flapping about in an attempt at mimicking his father's wings, and they're both running around in circles in the backyard as he tells her how she'll never have to walk anywhere ever again. He'll carry her when she's tired, when she's not tired, whenever she wants wherever she wants. They stop running around in circles flapping their arms when too much time has passed and his wings still haven't grown in, but the acceptance that it never would did.

She blinks and the memory is gone. Slipping through her fingers like sand.

"How is he?" Wilbur says. His voice wavers a bit. He hides it quickly with a cough, but Niki catches it. Niki thought she always would.

(But then a button was pressed and she realized just how untrue that was)

Niki hesitates. She thinks about the night terrors again. She almost mentions them but falters as she remembers Ranboo telling her how it was Phil who gave him a place to stay after L'manburg was blown up for the last time. How as Technoblade hibernates there's a blanket over his shoulders that wasn't there before and a stick missing from the fireplace. How he always places Niki's plate of breakfast down before the others, as if he knows of her first canon death.

He is a kind man, but that is not why he does these things.

"He misses being a father," she settles on.

Wilbur's shoulders slump. Somewhere, in a different life, Niki's hand is there, squeezing comfortingly. "Is he… is he mad at me?"

"No." She answers quickly. "He's just tired, Wilbur. We all are."

Wilbur laughs. It sounds defeated. Mournful. "Understatement of the fucking year."

He slumps against the wall and Niki is sure it's the only thing keeping Wilbur on his feet. His head hits the smooth stone when he suddenly throws his head back and laughs. Niki doesn't know if she winces from the loud crack the impact makes or from the shrill, unhinged laugh.

"I told him to kill me," Wilbur chuckles. His eyes are blinking rapidly. "I told him to fucking kill me."

(The diamond sword has collected dust. Sometimes, everyone jokes, Phil looks like he has to. Playful teasing about how he's a walking antique that should be displayed in a museum. Phil always laughs them off. But it's moments when he stands too still, alone in his thoughts for too long, that Niki wants to put him behind glass with signs that say 'do not touch,' because all it takes is one gust of wind for an artifact to shatter. But that is no way to live and Phil is not so easily breakable. Worn down a bit, rusted from the loss throughout the eons, yes - who hasn't on this forsaken server? - but not breakable)

Niki thinks she might throw up. "I know."

Wilbur looks at her. His eyes are red, but there are no tears. "You said you understood me. You get why I had to ask him to do it."

"Wilbur - "

" - And so you also understand why you have to stay here."

"What?"

"We've changed Niki," Wilbur starts. "For the worse. Don't you feel it? How that server has destroyed every cell in our body? A slow painful death eating us from the inside out until we've just withered away into someone new, someone unrecognizable?"

(Niki feels she's in a never-ending house of mirrors. Constantly encircled by reflections that are her and not her staring back, each representing different points in her life. Some are unrecognizable, stretched, or squished beyond identification, like a fuzzy memory of a girl carrying a backpack, skipping down a path she was told by a best friend would lead to a nation with yellow and black walls. Some are too terrifying, demonizing her features, giving her slits for eyes and claws for nails holding flint and steel over TNT. All of them she wants to smash)

Wilbur either ignores the horrified expression on her face or doesn't see it. "We killed our old selves as a sacrifice, an offering, to the monster we saw lurking in the edges of our mind. And once you let the monster in there's no going back. All we know from then on is to destroy, to rip apart all we once held dear with no remorse until there's just ash and dust. We thrive, no, revel in it."

(Nemesis, she names herself. Goddess of divine retribution and revenge. Maybe that's who Niki sacrifices herself to. Why she felt such an attachment to the name. A remorseless Goddess said to have led Narcissus to a pool, knowing full well he'd be too captivated to leave his reflection for food or warmth. He died there. It's no coincidence a few weeks before she lived the story herself, leading Tommy to his death in the form of a hot blast of air at the speed of light and seeing it as justice)

"I'm not having this conversation with you," she says, voice shaking. She whirls around, nearly tripping over her feet, fully willing to ignore him as she looks for an exit.

But his next words make her go still.

"Phil didn't know what I'd become. That's why he had to be the one to do it."

She winces. "Don't."

"He didn't even pull out the sword, his arms were too busy holding me, holding me, as if the shape of me still fit against his chest even though I felt so hollow, so much thinner - "

"Wilbur - "

" - he stroked my hair too. Even though it was dirty and unkempt and a mess like everything else about me and I'm pretty sure his fingers got stuck a few times he just wouldn't stop untangling each knot with such care and precision that I remembered my last thought being - "

"Wilbur - "

" - could he have brushed away all the knots and twists in my soul like this? Cleaned me up on the inside like he's doing on the outside? I thought I went crying, Niki. Maybe I did. I'll never know because all I felt was his tears ricocheting on my face - "

"Stop - "

" - he tries to wipe them off. He's cursing at himself, apologizing profusely through hiccuping sobs and, and I don't understand why he's so sorry when it feels like, like when he'd lick his fingers and scrub the grimes of our faces after we played outside too long. Do you remember that Niki - "

"I don't wanna - "

" - because I do. We'd screech so loud, saying it was disgusting and unsanitary as we slapped his hand away and ran, but he'd always catch us a second later because of his wings. I don't wanna run away this time. I'm relishing it, craving every stroke because I'm starting to go cold - "

"Please - "

" - and I wish you weren't teleported here. I wish you had died instead - "

"Wil - "

" - so you would know, so we could relate to what it feels like for the limbo to claim you. To mark you. It's like, it's like being mutilated over and over again. A mallet to your bones, a hole in your brain, everything from your skin to your tendons unraveling before you - "

"Wil listen - "

" - spilling out and about like confetti, and you, you are confetti! You're shredded pieces, everywhere and nowhere all at once, and just as the mangling begins it stops, replaced by the limbo trying to put you, no, force you back together again. It's the same sensation, but in reverse, almost a loop, a tunnel with no light at the end, and all you can do is scream - "

"WILBUR SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!"

Something shatters

Wilbur falls silent.

Niki looks down. There is a puddle, slowly growing at her feet. She looks to her left. Her hand has punched through the aquarium. Blood trickles down her hand, some get over the glass. She doesn't pull her hand away.

"You never listen," she mumbles, but it seems so loud to her ears. "No one does. No one wants to. I talk and I talk and I talk and yet no response. Not even from the wind. I am a voice box stuck on rewind, repeating myself as life moves on without me."

Niki can hear her voice ring down the bakery, bouncing around with nowhere to settle. Until it does, in Niki's chest, rattling, crackling like a fuse has been lit, and perhaps it has, for her anger feels sizzling. "You used to always say how words were powerful. How they could stop wars, how they could build nations." She lets out a laugh. It burns her throat. "But what would I know?! You and everyone else never gave me a chance to use my voice! Always talking over me whatever chance you could. Even before Pogtopia you walked all over me! Even when I was screaming at top of my lungs you'd - "

She gasps. The glass presses deeper into her skin as her hand trembles. She does not feel it. "Oh primes, oh primes Wil, didn't you hear my screams? I came here screaming, Wil. I, I do know what it feels like for the void to take you. I still feel it, even now, why, why do I still feel it - "

Wilbur staggers to his feet, so quick he promptly falls. He catches himself halfway on Niki's wrist.

His hand scratches on the glass. He doesn't even flinch. Their blood mixes.

(They are one)

He doesn't even grip too tight, and yet it hurts. Stings. "You do understand," he grins. Wide, too wide for his face, that she almost expects his nose and eyes to sink into his skin to make more room. "You do, you do oh thank primes. I'm not alone in this. I've been alone for so long but now, now you're here and you understand! Oh, Niki, I'm so happy you're here."

"You're… happy, I'm here?" She mutters. "You're happy I'm dead?"

He nods frantically. "It's more than that Niki," he says. "DreamXD, whoever that man is, he's my hero for sending you here."

(Parallels between Wilbur and Dream and her and now Wilbur and Dream and DreamXD no no no she can't be them she can't she can't she won't she won't - )

"You don't mean it," she cries. "You don't mean that Wil. Say you don't mean it."

The grin, somehow, becomes wider. She realizes then his eyes don't have to disappear. They're already gone. Replaced by a black hole, too dark in the corners and its gravitational pull making it hard to look away even though she knows staring at it too long will get her sucked into an endless void.

He leans in close like he's sharing a secret. "I only wish he had sent you here sooner."

(Wilbur's life, Niki is realizing, is like a house of mirrors too. Except Wilbur has smashed every mirror. No, actually, not true. Niki sees, if she squints, that Wilbur has abandoned the sledgehammer and is observing a still intact mirror. He didn't keep the mirror depicting a little boy sitting on the steps of a home, their home, trying to play a song and failing because the guitar is too big for his body, but he refuses to buy a smaller one because "this is my Dad's guitar Niki! So, therefore, it's by default the best guitar in the world". Or the one of a father panting heavily on a couch, cursing his human legs while Niki is doubled over laughing because there is a baby fox is running on all fours around the house at 45 miles per hour who doesn't want to be put to bed. Nor the one of a leader, handing out purpose and meaning in the form of a blue and white uniform with a soft smile. No, it's the one of a man who's just pressed a button. Who long before L'manburg's destruction, always felt like he was breathing in smoke, but now kept warm by the ash and dust of his nation flying up to the red sky, it feels - for the first time in a long time - easier to breathe. Niki can't believe he didn't destroy it. He's… preserving it. Why is he preserving this version of himself of all things?)

foolish girl with dreams for a better nation, better server, better future, too much better somethings, you've ruined reality for no one but yourself. think for once about what is and not what was or could have been. he is different. changed for the worse. he's preserving it because he doesn't care about you. can't you see how happy he is over your death? how there's light in his eyes for the first time over yours being snuffed out? how he shows no sympathy in your entrapment here, forever away from Techno, Phil, and Ranboo because it benefits him. so give in and fight fight fight fight

She sees red.

Her fist collides with Wilbur's nose.

She doesn't even wait to hear the crack before she's already reeling back her arm for the next hit.

This time she aims for the jaw. She feels something split. It could be Wilbur's lip or bone. Maybe her mind. She doesn't know and she doesn't care.

What she does know is how familiar this is, having something break under her knuckles. It's easy, familiar even, throwing punch after punch, like some sort of autopilot response. Perhaps it is, for every punch is instinctive, out of body almost. No longer is there a before in the blows, only an after.

Except, that's not true. Not entirely. Because Niki is realizing why there is no before. Because before each blow there is always a struggle from your opponent. Flailing limbs trying to make contact with something, choked wheezes, an attempt to curl into a ball, and, sometimes, begging.

Wilbur does none of that. He's silent the whole time.

It's almost like he takes it willingly.

clever girl with hands too bruised, too scarred, too violent to ever be held so gently. a finger trained to pull the trigger is not meant to bear a promise ring. who's fault do you think that is? you've held back for so long, don't stop now. so give in and get revenge revenge revenge revenge

A swing at his eye. A swift kick to the ribs. A fistful of his hair so tight she could yank his scalp off if she twisted her wrist just so.

It's all a flurry of movements really, too fast for even her own eyes to catch. Half of the time she's lost on where the hits land, totally dependent on wherever the blood leaks the most and the bruises that weren't there a second ago to tell her. Eventually, the damage starts to blur, too much of his face has swelled up to spot any new marks and too many limbs bend at weird angles to differentiate what is and isn't broken, so she stops trying to guess.

Which is why she doesn't know which strike finally gets Wilbur to fall, all she knows is that he does. He doesn't even sway. One second he's on his feet and the next he's on his back.

It's kinda pathetic really, that this was her general.

For a second he's still, too still, and then he spits out a tooth. He licks his gums with a grimace, looking for the gap before finally speaking.

"I see Technoblade's been training you. Do you feel better now?"

clever girl who's seen her fair share of men with livewire tongues, spitting rogue sparks at your skin in the form of harsh words to quiet you down. do not be silenced once more. you let him speak before and it cost you a nation. this time silence him, and I will secure you a limbo without him. so give in and maim maim maim maim

She screams. She thinks she does. It's hard to tell over the deep reverberated banging of Wilbur's head against the stone floor.

The first slam simply causes blood to trickle down his forehead.

The second one caves in the front of his scalp.

The third one he's unrecognizable.

The fourth one there's nothing left to bash.

She keeps going anyway.

"Shut up," she pants between each crack and occasional splat. "Shut up shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP."

Wilbur tries to say something. All that comes out is a gurgle, wet and sharp and loud. So very loud. And it keeps going, stringing along and along and along longer than the large chunks of skin and brain on the pavement. It shouldn't be possible, his mouth, along with everything else, is practically gone. Nothing but a small pit inside a bigger pit.

Yet it continues, getting increasingly louder in pitch.

And then she gets it.

He's scared.

clever girl of never-ending war zones, jumping from one horror to the next. this is the last one. and I know that's been said before but you can trust me. just end it and you can finally rest. wouldn't that be nice? so give in and kill kill kill kill kill

She smiles. It hurts her face.

She picks his head up from the ground one last time. She's humming, like a lullaby. Maybe it is. She's putting the baby to sleep. She knows he can't die again, but wherever he goes after this, if the limbo keeps its promise, it can't be pretty.

"I said," she laughs. "Shut up."

She brings his head down.

She blinks.

Her empty hand meets black stone slabs.

"Niki?"

She looks up and immediately regrets it. Everything is too bright, scorching, a burning gaze on every inch of her skin, but what really hurts are her eyes. She thinks they're sizzling, like actually sizzling, because her sclera feels as if it's bubbling and her iris is definitely melting into her brain and there are so many spots dancing behind her eyelids.

And then the voice, soft and familiar, speak's again.

"Do you have your stuff?"

It takes a while, and a lot of blinking, but her eyes eventually readjust.

She gasps.

The first thing she processes isn't that George and DreamXD stand just a few feet away or that it was George speaking. No, it was how absurdly colorful, everything was.

Here there was life. Life. It was like she poked her head through a kaleidoscope, what with how the specks of a rainbow illuminated itself in the clear blue water of the fountain and the sight of shimmering white quartz glistening under the sunbeams that poured through the purple-tinted windows. No longer was everything dulled around the corners and drained at the center like anything in her dreadful, cramped space of a bakery she shared with -

Oh primes.

Her bakery.

This isn't her bakery. This is Church Prime.

"She's back," DreamXD exclaims. He turns to George, bouncing on his heels excitedly as if expecting some sort of reward, but George pays him no mind/ He's too busy looking at Niki, or, more so, through her.

"What happened?" He asks.

She opens her mouth, then slams it shut.

She's alive. Dear primes, she's alive and she's back and she should be happy, cheering, jumping up and down to feel the livelihood ache in her bones but…

She looks back down at the floor. The floor should be covered in blood. Wilbur's blood, and his bits of flesh and tissue and muscle and -

Oh primes. What has she done?

Or better yet, what didn't she do?

"George," she whimpers. "I don't know what's going on. I, I don't know what's going on here."

She hopes it was her imagination. It had to have been. Otherwise, she hosted Wilbur's head up by the splits of his hair, pushed down as hard as she could and -

She wouldn't. She couldn't, not anymore at least. She left that side of herself in a gate full of slaughtered chickens as Jack demanded they try and kill Tommy again. That side of her is as dead as those chickens.

Right?

She prays so, for this is a church after all, and that means prayers have to be answered here. They have to come true. They have to.

There's a smile in DreamXD's voice when he speaks again as if he knows how much this torments her. "I sent her to hell and then I brought her back."

No.

She sobs. She looks down at her hands. Their bear and yet they feel so heavy. As if the ghost of Wilbur's blood and gore is still there, a new thick-coated layer of skin.

She tortured him. Broke him brick by brick again and again and again even as he tried to beg. Her best friend, her general, her family, begging at her feet, and she kept going, would have kept going too, with an ear-splitting grin, like it was some sort of game.

And it had felt so good to finally get a checkmate.

Wilbur is not a demon. He's just seen too much in too little time. Too much pressure on too little shoulders. Too tired to be all there. It's not an excuse for all the pain he's caused, far from it, but it shows his actions didn't come from a place of malice, but rather a cry for help. Niki knows this, she gets it, and she'll say it time and time again. But all she could think about at that moment, before the final strike, was how happy Wilbur was about her death. He deserved a piece of her mind, but not like that. Never like that.

What is wrong with her?

No, no it wasn't her. It was that place, that voice. It was a parasite, burrowing deep within her brain and planting itself in the center, telling her what to do and what to say. Telling her to slaughter left and right. It was so loud, rattling around in her head and echoing like war drums. She couldn't just ignore it, it was too much. So, no, she is free of guilt, free of responsibility, hands all clean.

But she knows that at the end of the day the host still needs to be somewhat conscious for the parasite to thrive.

Oh primes. Is this what Techno deals with every day?

Then, she jumps to her feet.

Techno, Phil, and Ranboo.

It's coming back now, that memory of fury in her eyes, that fire in her voice as she told Wil she had people to go back to. How she was willing to claw her fingers down to bone to make an exit. But that voice, that stupid stupid voice, it told her she could rest, could get revenge, and against her better judgment she listened. It caught her at a moment of weakness, Wilbur's words of memory lane, of Phil, of everything that came before and after his death, she was at a low point. And like a moth to a flame, she was there one moment and gone the next. Back to the old her.

She thought she had left that version of herself behind when she joined the Syndicate. She was so sure she was getting better with Techno, Phil, and Ranboo around.

But all it took was one voice to ruin all her progress.

Her chest constricts and her head feels heavy.

She needs to find them. She needs to tell them what she saw. She needs to tell Phil. She needs… she needs…

She just needs them.

"What did you see?" George says, snapping her out of her thoughts.

This time, her mouth has no problem moving. "George," she starts, voice trembling. "I have seen things. I... I... I have seen things. I don't know what's going on here but I don't know if I should - "

Niki gulps. It's getting so hard to breathe. She should feel thankful that she can breathe in the first place, but every inhale stings as her lungs try to remember to do a motion so foreign to her.

How long has she been down there?

She doesn't want to know.

She just wants to go home.

She walks away, backward, from the two, eyes fixated tightly on them and barely blinking. She remembers the last time she let her guard down around DreamXD. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry George. Good luck with him but I - "

She doesn't finish, because she's already out the door. She wants to run, but she's so sure her lungs would explode at the first push forward of her heel. So she walks.

And walks.

The world walks with her, with each rotation. As if they’re friends taking a stroll. As if it hadn’t cracked open and swallowed her whole, chewed up everything good in her and spat her out when she turned bitter. Returned her back to a world that didn’t change one bit while she was gone, despite her herself changing so much.

It’s like what happened to her didn’t happen at all.

And then she realizes a horrible thing.

Everyone on this server is going to see today as a normal day.

Is it bad that a part of Niki wishes something like the Green Festival could happen right now, so that they could all feel the monstrosity of today?

She stands still. Stationary, like this Earth wants her to be. She thinks she could do it, stay like this forever. She feels numb enough.

Somewhere above, a crow caws.

She burst into tears.

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So its the end of the semester and I have been writing Too Many Essays of academic bs and am probably over-analyzing this but its been bouncing around in my head all day so now y’all get to look at it so I can think of other things

Last night I was watching critical role’s narrative telephone and got to Widogast’s Web of Words and after about five minutes of laughing as the other cast members retold the story I had a lightbulb moment spawned, as I said, by too many goddamn essays

“Hey wait a minute. This seems suspiciously Caleb-as-a-volstrucker related.” And the more that thought bounced around my head, the more connections I found, so hear me out:

First off right at the beginning the story, he says “most think of it as a fairy tale to frighten children, but the wise know better.” We know from previous in-game discussion that the voltstrucker are mostly regarded as a spooky story or urban legend within the empire. Exactly the kind of thing you would use to entertain kids. But the smart and the higher up would know that the voltstrucker exist.

So my theory: the three children are Caleb, Astrid, and whats-his-face, Eadwulf, and boy does it mushroom out from there.

The parents told the children to “say their prayers, serve their king, and always walk in the light of the sun” (Liam). We don’t know a ton about Caleb’s parents, but we do know that they were very patriotic. There’s also a lot of talk about the Dawnfather, Pelor, in the first bit, who is neutral good according to the critical role wiki (thanks guys) and one of whose commandments is “deliver the light of the Dawnfather...with kindness, compassion, and mercy” (the wiki). He is also the god of agriculture and a popular focus of worship of the common folk (the wiki). So this is Caleb and classmates before Ikithon, living small town, commoner lives, still full of empathy/kindness/etc.

Then comes the leaving their prayers and going into the dark woods bit, which to me sounds like leaving home, and the way of doing things there, to go to Rexxentrum. Stepping away from the Dawnfather, away from the empathy/kindness thing and the common folk way of life. But at the moment it is still possible for them to return home, unharmed, unchanged. The line describing the woods, “so vast and full of mystery...the desire for knowledge beckoned them. They no longer walked in the light of the sun” sounds like Caleb wanting to learn more about magic and diving headfirst into Soltryce Academy, starting to lose sight of what morality his parents taught him.

Now the children are linking hands as they go through the woods, i.e., Caleb, Astrid, and Eadwulf becoming friends at the Academy. The counting-their-steps-as-they-go thing..well. I couldn’t find any information, but I personally would be very curious how many years the average student spends at the Academy and at what year Ikithon started training them.

Now the children meet the hag, who is described as being the land and is hungry. The being the land bit would mean the hag is representative of the empire, and the fact that she is hungry could represent the Empire’s hunger for power. She says she must eat in order for the land to thrive, i.e., the Empire must gain power in order for it to thrive. This can be done through straightforward battle (eating one of the children whole), but that would eventually cause unrest throughout the empire (our parents would surely despair). That leaves espionage, which is the route the hag symbolically takes.

(Campaign 2 spoilers and interesting side note: who have the might nein recently met who strikes harsh, terrible deals in exchange for double-edged results? a hag. who does Caleb choose to represent what’s going on with the volstruckers? a hag)

The children are frozen in fear (?) (i don’t speak german and the word used sounds like angst and it makes sense so im rolling with it), or the children are restrained as the hag steps forward with her “stone knife.” Hello Caleb being pressured by someone more powerful than him, strapped to a table, and crystals shoved in his arms, how you doing today?

Now the children start losing bits of themselves-- the first his brain, and his thoughts “were no longer his own.” This is Ikithon breaking one of them, im going to say Eadwulf for drama reasons, so that they where were nothing more than a tool, a weapon to be used as Ikithon saw fit.

The second child, and Liam uses female pronouns here and it makes sense so this is Astrid, loses one of her eyes and she “never saw true again.” This is fun because (campaign 2 spoilers) at this point Caleb has already spoken to Astrid and found her viewpoint completely in line with Ikithon’s, with ambitions to take his place one day. Loosing an eye messes with depth perception, or perspective, so Astrid’s perspective is wrong, but her thoughts are still her own as she still has plans outside of what Ikithon wants from her.

The last child looses his heart and “he never knew love again.” Liam uses those exact words and that is important. Its not ‘he could never love again’ which is what would make sense with the loss of a heart, its “he never knew love again”. It is Caleb’s own self-loathing talking. The lost heart is Caleb’s deceased family and all the trauma that came with that loss. Caleb, of the three of them, sees Ikithon clearly and his thoughts are still his own, but he no longer believes himself worthy of love and is a terrified to form relationships, to love, because of how badly that burned him (haha puns) last time.

Another interesting note: This scene occurred in a forest. The Vergesson Sanatorium, where Caleb and crew trained and where Caleb was imprisoned/held was in a forest. (Coincidence? I think not)

The hag says now the land will flourish and the wheat will grow. In other words, thanks to the sacrifice of the children, the empire will flourish and the common folk, the wheat, (see: connections to Pelor, god of the common folk, agriculture, light and goodness) will grow. She releases the children on the condition that they send her their children, and their children’s children and on down the line. Or, more children join the volstruckers, more children are warped and twisted and maimed so that the land, the kingdom, the empire will continue to grow. So that the common folk and the people of the light can continue, unaware that it lies on a foundation of blood and bone.

Throughout the story there is a recurring emphasis that these are children. That they are young and foolish, and yes they messed up but they did not deserve to meet the monster they did. They did not deserve what happened to them. Again, that is Caleb, at his core angry about what was done to him and his friends, and willing to do whatever it takes to set it right.

....

Like I said! Too many goddamn essays. I don’t know if other people have already made this connection or whether Liam O’Brien has confirmed it but I wanted to yell about it for a bit.

If it was intentional, that’s a lot of symbolism in two-ish minutes, and its amazing and incredible.

If it was unintentional, that was an amazing grim-brothers-esque fairytale and I loved it.

If any of y’all have actual social media and know the answer let me know please.

#long post #critical role #narrative telephone #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign two spoilers #caleb widogast #okay i have yelled into the void #and feel much better now lol #volstruckers #narrative telephone spoilers #widogasts web of words #widogasts web of words spoilers #this is the most fun writing ive had in weeks

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violent ends (chapter 10)

(chapter 10)

series masterlist

genre: hunger games!au

pairings: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: language, mentions of injuries, mentions of sex, fighting, and death (so sorry for this one)

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Jaemin's POV

"Athena, run!" I yell, before my feet start moving. Flames rip at my skin as I pass more and more trees.

However, I don't get far, before I'm colliding with something hard. I grunt falling down to the ground.

"Jisung!" That something was Mark Lee. We stare at each other with wide eyes.

"Hyung, I don't think that's Jisung." Chenle trails off. I crawl backwards, trident no where to be found.

"Athena, get-" I turn around for help, to be met with just trees behind me, "Wait, where'd she go?"

"Who?"

I explain, still breathing heavily, "Lee Athena, she was right behind me. I guess we must have gotten separated."

"We're looking for a kid named Jisung. Blond hair. Kinda skinny. This tall." Chenle gestures his height above his head.

"I haven't seen him," I realize that not only do I not have Athena, but I also don't have any weapons or supplies, "Oh fuck, what am I going to do now?”

"Well, they should be close by. Maybe we could look together!" Chenle suggests.

"Chenle, he's dangerous." Mark spits at the younger boy.

"Yeah, with no weapons or even anything on him. Real dangerous," Chenle rolls his eyes, "Besides, even if he wanted to kill us, he would've tried by now."

I hate to say it, but I am desperate. I literally have nothing. If I disagree with Chenle, Mark Lee will definitely kill me right here.

I began pleading with him. "Listen, I need to find her," I pause, "she's just really important to me. I'll even help you find the kid."

A look of pity appears on Mark's face. "Fine, but we're splitting up and Chenle," He looks to the boy, "you're going to be the one who stays with him. Always keep your weapon ready. Meet me back at camp at sunset."

"Thank you, Mark." I breath out, truly grateful.

“I’m going to be looking in the direction of our camp to see if they’re in that area. The two of you will check around here.” He heads off towards the direction of the Lake.

Meanwhile, Chenle and I begin in the opposite direction. We decided to try to retrace our steps and try to find tracks where we last saw them.

As time passes, I feel my chest sink more and more. How could I be so stupid to lose her like that? Although, I haven’t heard any cannons. That’s good, right?

“So, what’s the deal with you two? Is it really real?” Chenle asks about the girl on my mind.

I hum, “I think so. I meant what I said.” It was the truth, even if the cameras are on me now.

“Ooh, love at first sight!” He teases in a high-pitched voice.

Laughing, I respond with, “So, how did the three of you decide to team up?”

“Mark was the one who asked us. Jisung and I were really surprised,” He furrowed his brows, “Like, why would this strong guy want to team up with us, the smallest tributes? I guess it was because we’re all in the lower districts and grew up very similar.”

Before I can respond, I hear the sound of laughing. “Careers!” I point, “Let’s hide in that tree.”

Grabbing on to a high branch, I pull myself up first. Chenle goes to do the same, but the branch snaps, causing him to fall to the ground.

“Look!” The Careers have spotted us.

Leaning down, I hold out my hand. I pull him up only just before they stop at the trunk of the tree.

“Haechan, go get them.” Lee Jeno barks at the man.

Haechan tries to climb the tree, but only falls down. Since the branch snapped, there’s no way he’ll be able to grab on to anything.

“I can’t. There’s no way!” He yells, frustrated. I can hear Chenle snickering from beside me.

However, no one laughs at Huang Renjun’s next harsh words, “Use your bow then.”

Chenle turns to me with fear in his eyes. Looking above, there’s no where else for us to climb. The two of us can’t take the three of them with just Chenle’s knife.

The District 1 tribute reaches back into his pouch on his back to load his bow. We wait in silence, until his hand comes out empty, “I forgot it at the Cornocopia.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jeno looks furious, “Go get them, before I slit your neck open while your family watches on tv.”

Haechan, looking close to tears, begins towards the Cornocopia. Meanwhile, Jeno suddenly makes an observation, “Hey lover boy, where’s your girlfriend?”

Striking a nerve in me, I spit, “That’s none of your business.” I notice that it was starting to get dark. Mark should be waiting for us at the camp.

“Did she finally decide to ditch you?” I look down to see Renjun, looking intensely up at me.

“No.” I deny. Seeing that Chenle is rummaging around the tree, I try to distract the two of them.

“Why, are you missing her too much?” I direct it towards Renjun. Jeno, intrigued by my comment, turns to observe his ally’s reaction.

“Nope. Why would make you say that?” He pretends to be unaffected. Although, for a second, I swore I could see a hint of anger in his eyes.

“Oh, come on,” I narrow my eyes, “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a soft spot for Lee Athena. You grew up together didn’t you? Always competed with the other in school.”

“Really?” Jeno says, taking in my words.

“Yep, she told me all about it.” I laugh dryly to myself.

Renjun just pauses, he looks up at me with dark eyes before simply asking, “Did she tell you what happened the night before the first day of the games as well?”

Before anyone else can speak, a cannon goes off in the distance.

Athena’s POV

"I need to find Mark and Chenle. Could you help me back to our camp?" Jisung suggests after we finish eating the crackers from my bag.

That was easier said than done. Judging by both our conditions, we wouldn't make it far. Not to mention, how do I know I wouldn't be killed on sight by Mark Lee if I returned him?

Before I can answer, however, I hear the sound of beeping. From the sky, a little crate is falling from a parachute. A sponsor!

I catch it in my hands, quickly opening it. I first spot a piece of paper. The writing says, “heal up, hero.—T.”

Taeyong.

“Thank you for the sponsorship.” I gratefully say to the camera, before pulling out the jar inside. It contains a gooey substance, which I’m presuming is for our burns.

“Okay, Jisung. This might sting a little.” I warn, before crouching down. I apply the cream over his leg. His doe-eyes open wide, while he whimpers softly in pain.

Quickly, I notice the burnt skin on my hand where the cream had touch was now completely healed. I applied more to my other hand. Now, I can actually hold a weapon again. I also put in on my leg, feeling the pain ease away.

I feel as good as new. However, while Jisung’s skin is looking extremely better on his wound, he still is unable to walk. Because of this, I add another layer of cream for now.

“Okay, so your base is across the lake, take a left at the tree stump, then go straight?” I ask, while he eagerly nods.

“Well, I’m going to bring them back to you, since you can’t come to them. I’ll leave you with a knife. I wonder if there’s a way you could warn me of danger?” I ask myself.

“Well, back in eleven, we have this little signal.” He whistles a four-note melody, which causes mockingjays to sing it back to him.

“How about every now and then you whistle to check in on me? If you don’t hear it back from the mockingjays, then somethings gone wrong.” Jisung explains.

Once giving him a spare knife, I grab my things and begin following the stream upwards. Like we agreed, I would whistle and listen as the mockingjays would echo. Whenever I would hear it return, I couldn’t help but let out a little smile.

The stream eventually leads me to the lake, where I cross. I follow the directions Jisung gave me until I am met with a small shack of sticks.

“Athena?”

I throw my knife, which lands just centimeters away from Mark Lee’s head.

“Woah, I come in peace!” He holds up his weapon-less hands.

Breathing heavily, I apologize, “Sorry, but Jisung told me to find you. He’s injured. I left him by a pond, come follow me.”

Before we went, I whistled once more to Jisung. I waited and was met with the sound of silence. Even after trying again, there was still nothing.

“Something’s wrong!” I cried.

We began running, the water from the lake and stream, soaking us. However, all we cared about was Jisung. As I neared the pond, I could hear the sounds of excessive splashing.

Turning the corner, I am met with the sight of Haechan holding a struggling Jisung under the water. Hands flailing, he is trying to free himself, while Haechan is killing him slowly.

There was no hesitation. No guilt.

When the knife went flying from my hand, straight into Haechan’s left eye.

#nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct series #nct au #renjun #jaemin #jeno #haechan #mark lee #chenle #jisung #nct

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aerialflight · 4 years

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Fic Recs

I haven’t done this in a while, recommending fics. But there were some fics these past couple of months that put a smile on my face, so I want to spread that joy to others. Seriously, they’re so good and I want to shove all these recs at people and have them appreciate them as much as I do. Everyone stay safe and I hope these recs make staying home easier for everyone!

[Fullmetal Alchemist]

maestoso by novalotypo

Edward Elric is about eleven when he stands up, makes an extended effort to knock as many books off the old bastard’s shelves as he can, and says, “Fuck the military. Al, you interested in music at all?”

Everybody's got their own ideas of retirement.

The Elrics don't even do retirement, what with the world trying to blow itself up every other month, but this shit has got to take the fucking cake.

(You want a fic that’ll make you cry tears of uncontrollable laughter? I point you to this fic. The shenanigans, the fact this is a time travel fic, the fucking headaches the Elrics cause, the I-Have-No-Fucks-To-Give attitude. Legend.)

[The Magnus Archives]

we raise it up by savrenim

Jonathan Sims reads a book and saves the world; although maybe the real salvation is the friends he makes along the way.

OR: in which Jon is not the only Archival monster for very long, Sasha James is competent, Tim Stoker finds some catharsis, Helen Richardson is sexy, Melanie makes a very successful youtube channel revamp, and Martin Blackwood gets to brew a lot of new friends tea.

(This is literally the most creative, fucking inspired tma fic I’ve ever read. You literally will never be able to guess what happens next and it’s just so much fun.)(Kinda Time Travel, you’ll understand what I mean if you read it, it’s so well done and amazing.)(The characterization for Sasha makes me want to weep, I’ve never seen her characterized this way before and it makes SO MUCH SENSE.)(@savrenim you are a QUEEN and you inspire me to be a better writer.)

[Marvel]

Crash Landing by Nyxelestia

"You could've left me there," Adrian murmured, jerking his head back towards the burning beach in the distance. "For Stark and his DODC people to find me. Liz and Doris' lives would've actually fallen apart with my arrest, and all my work to take care of them would've gone to waste. You could've just left me there...but you didn't. So I'll make you another deal."

Peter clenched his hands, fists shaking hard. "I'm giving you a second chance - but if you go back to what you were doing...I can't make any promises."

"It would be stupid of me to expect you to, after all this," Adrian said. He looked at Peter, at the hints of bruises and all the blood. He had trouble reconciling this fragile-looking kid with the superhuman who's been destroying his business, his daughter's homecoming date with the boy he'd nearly killed. "That's not my deal. My deal is, we both walk away, and neither of us say a word about any of this to Liz. Anything else - we'll cross those bridges as we come to them."

Swallowing, the boy nodded.

Instead of gift-wrapping the Vulture for Happy to find, Peter lets Mr. Toomes go.

(Honestly, I’m disappointed in the fact there’s not many Vulture-centric fics out there. This was so great and Peter was wonderfully characterized here along with Ned.)(I have a deep craving now for more Adrian Toomes fics and I blame this fic for that. I don’t regret it one bit.)

[The Witcher]

all some children do is work by some_stars

It's two children, he realizes as they slowly sit up. They look about eight or nine, not that he's much judge of children's ages. One is a girl, dark-haired, in a shabby dress. The other is a boy. His clothes aren't much better, and his hair isn't much lighter than the girl's, but his eyes—

His eyes, Jaskier realizes with a distant sense of horror, are gold like a cat's. His mind makes one more valiant effort to keep from connecting the obvious dots and recognizing them, and then it finally does.

"How in the unholy fuck," Jaskier says to no one, "did this shit happen?"

(So sweet it’ll give you cavities. Break your own heart reading this, I dare you.)

of music and motion and love by WriteThroughTheNight

When Jaskier was four, he slipped his mother’s watch and went to the field to gather a bouquet of dandelions. He climbed back into the yard, as stealthy as a child really cared to be, and crept over to the barn. In the barn, lived a secret. (The man he thought his father said the secret was a monster, a plague. His mother said the secret was his sister.)

Jaskier comes from a far humbler background, and would really like to know why Yennefer never came back for her youngest brother.

(YENNEFER AND JASKIER AS SIBLINGS ENOUGH SAID. FIENOWPAFE)

to render it transparent by theundiagnosable

Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong.

(Where Geralt wakes up in the future and Jaskier and Geralt live at the Coast.)(They are Disasters. What else is new.)(Everything’s lovely and emotionally repressed.)

[Game of Thrones]

if I give you my heart, will you promise not to break it? by janie_tangerine

Ship: Brienne/Jaime

“It’s not broken,” she protests.

“Please,” Ronnet goes on, “it’s all red. Red hearts like that are broken and their owners are either useless or more effort than they’re worth. ‘Course you would get a broken one, who else would want you?”

“It’s not,” Brienne hisses, and at that he stops talking. She realizes her voice had turned cold. Very cold. A coldness that doesn’t belong to her, she’s never sounded like that, but it seems to come from the pulsing warmth in her hands, again - “and the day I find him you’ll see he’s not broken or damaged or unworthy. And I sure as the seven hells hope no one got saddled with yours.

in which soulmates find each other through one of them having the other's heart.

or, in which Brienne gets a mostly broken one the day Jaime Lannister kills Aerys Targaryen.

(So this is a series, just want to put that out there. And I read through all of them cause I just couldn’t do otherwise. Brienne is obviously the bravest, most noble, most amazing of course. And Jaime makes me want to punch a wall because feels.)(This soulmate idea is so creatively and well done, has become one of my favorite soulmate tropes.)(There are a lot of interesting pairings in this series and the way the author went about the relationships and this expanding world has me giving all the yeses.)(Please read!!!)

[Gilmore Girls]

Weather Me by missgoalie75

Ship: Paris Geller/Jess Mariano

A year in the life of Paris and Jess.

(PARIS GELLER AND JESS MARIANO AT THEIR VERY BEST HOLY SHIT!!! I can hear their voices in every line, every thought, every damn interaction and I am so in love it's ridiculous. Paris in particular won me over, I have become incredibly fond of her and it's honestly brilliant! And Jess has a beautiful mind and I love him, I do. God, do I.)(missgoalie75 did it again.)

Living With It by thesaltyavocado

Ship: Lindsay Lister/Jess Mariano

#Future Fic, #Post-Season/Series Finale, #So Your Ex is Now Your Step-Cousin, #And You're Dating Her Ex's Ex!, #A Step-by-Step Guide to Getting Over It

(There’s no summary, it’s a series, and I’m in LOVE. I am a sucker for really, really well done rare pairs, and this is the rarest of them all. Go for it. It’s beautiful.)(Also, the author is literally the BEST, the VERY BEST at making me want to ship people I never even thought of. They’re awesome.)(check out all their fics, I went on a spree and you should too.)

[The Hunger Games]

Speechless by thesaltyavocado

Ship: Haymitch Abernathy/Effie Trinket

Effie was kind, she was warm, she offered comfort to anyone who needed it, microphones be damned. She had a reputation for generosity amongst the Victors that Haymitch hadn't paid any attention to, because he was so paranoid about showing his hand that he barely even said her name around other people, barely even acknowledged her existence. Everyone thought he hated her, Beetee had explained. Everyone knew the stories about how he'd made her cry in the sponsor's lounge at the opening of the 61st Games, how he'd blown up at Cecelia that time when she'd asked him to pass a message onto Effie for her. Is that why none of you assholes ever liked me? Haymitch had asked. No, we didn't like you because you were a prick, Beetee told him, which was fair enough.

(The best, and I mean the best fic I’ve ever read regarding this pairing. Nothing is ever going to top this. Nothing.)(The WORLDBUILDING. FUCK.)(Literally everyone is perfectly characterized in new, heartbreaking ways and I just, fuck. Fuck.)(I don’t care if you’re not into the fandom, this will make you fall in love and see the characters with new eyes and it’s absolutely stellar.)(I want to cry.)(You don’t even have to be here for the ship, just be here for the writing, characterization, the WORLDBUILDING, fucking everything.)(Please.)(This fic NEEDS more love.)(I have fallen in love with Effie Trinket.)(This is my life now.)

[Harry Potter]

Walkabout by thesaltyavocado for teethandstars

Ship: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black

"You are always far too handsome for your own good," Hermione says, "in any timeline."

(The author strikes again when it comes to shipping people I don’t expect to love, yet here it is. Such an interesting fic where the time travel already happened and it’s the aftermath that the fic covers.)(Again, characterization off the fucking charts and I just want to wrap myself up in their words and live there.)(A story about broken people trying to find peace within themselves.)

[Stranger Things]

and you hunger for the time by missgoalie75

Ship: Steve Harrington/Kali Prasad

after the battle of starcourt, steve figured the rest of the summer would involve not working, waiting for his busted ribs and face to heal, hanging out with robin and the party, and trying to ignore the panic he feels whenever he thinks about his future. All that does happen, but other unexpected things happen too.

(Bet you didn’t see this ship coming, did you? Neither did I, yet here we are.)(missgoalie75 is the gift that keeps on giving.)(But in all seriousness this is my favorite characterization of Steve, hands down.)(This fic needs more kudos and comments and basically all the love it deserves.)(God tier characterization and relationship development.)

[Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas]

nfwmb by perennial

Ship: Eris/Proteus

The goddess of discord isn't careless enough to fall in love with a do-gooder mortal prince—unless, of course, she doesn't know it's happening.

(Okay, hear me out. I know it’s weird, I can feel the judgement coming from my screen. But I am weak in the face of rare pairings that actually work and the fact I fucking loved this movie ever since I was a kid, okay? So if anybody else loves this fandom as much as I do, stand up and take notice of this. I am here to tell you there are worthwhile fics to be read in this very, very small fandom.)

I'll keep turning down the hands that beckon me to come by deavors

Ship: Marina/Proteus/Sinbad

“Jealous?” Sinbad says, voice easily and casually mocking, but there’s something else under there, an undertone that speaks of so many things Marina isn’t even close to understanding.

“Extremely,” says Proteus, cracking a half-smile, but Marina feels like he’s not joking.

They stare at each other for a few moments. Marina’s gaze flickers between them. Sun and moon. She wishes—she doesn’t know what she wishes. Her heart is twisting again, but in a different way from before: as though it’s half-empty and longs to be full.

(You have no idea how in love I am with the idea of these three being in a poly relationship. No idea.)(I’ve been shipping all of them the moment I was introduced to the idea of polyamory relationships.)(This is THE poly ship for me.)(Nothing’s ever gonna come close. Nothing.)

[Crossovers]

Trust Me, I'm an Alchemist by metisket

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice, Fullmetal Alchemist

In which Yuri Plisetsky began life with the name Edward Elric, and this has made the world of figure skating a significantly stranger and more alarming place.

“Are you saying you lived a life of crime before you began skating?” “I’m gonna have to check the statute of limitations on a couple things and get back to you on that.”

(Meme Alien Edward, Ninja Alphonse who’ll smile at you as you Perish, Disaster Gay Victor, Disaster Gay Maniac Yuuri.)(If this isn’t incentive enough, the Elrics traumatizing and delighting social media with their Life Stories and their Life of Crime.)(Feral Elrics being Feral Elrics.)(It’s the kind of fic that gets better with every chapter, cause the shenanigans just keep ESCALATING.)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Fullmetal Alchemist #The Magnus Archives #Marvel #The Witcher #Game of Thrones #Gilmore Girls #The Hunger Games #Harry Potter #Stranger Things #Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas #Crossover #Yuuri on Ice #Shipping

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dramallamadingdang · 7 years

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‘Tis reply time!

For @criquette-was-here, @alexbgd, @scibirg, @simsllama, @didilysims, @emeraldfalconsims, @getmygameon, @holleyberry, @raindropdrinkwater, and @ilikefishfood...

Hilarious! Wandering through original game resources is always a great fun ��

This was actually the first time I’ve seen something like that. Maybe I need to pay closer attention...

alexbgd replied to your post “*plays Castaway Stories* WHY DOES THE TAB KEY NOT WORK??! Oh, right,...”

I also wish they have button for hunger, bathroom etc in sims 2 like in castaway..

scibirg replied to your post “*plays Castaway Stories* WHY DOES THE TAB KEY NOT WORK??! Oh, right,...”

what i like the most in castaway are the keys you can press to get sims to fill their motives, like H for Hunger. i always try to press h when i get back to ts2.

Yeah, those buttons ARE really nice! It’d be nice to have them for TS2. They really reduce the mouse clicks, if you use them. Which I guess was kinda the point since the Stories games were designed with laptops in mind. Not everyone has a mouse for their laptop and, at the time the games were made, not all laptops had nice touchpads but rather those stupid little pain-in-the-butt mouse buttons. :P My only problem with those keys is that I tend to hit “Y” for hygiene when what I really want is “U” for cameraman mode. But that’s more because I’m a sloppy typist.

simsllama replied to your post “*plays Castaway Stories* WHY DOES THE TAB KEY NOT WORK??! Oh, right,...”

I never knew that you can do it with the key 'U'! ��

Yup! That’s how you get into cameraman mode in the game. I assume it’s that way in all the Stories games. Otherwise, it’s hard to take nice pics. :)

didilysims replied to your photo “So what do you do when you have way too many babies on a lot and not...”

Ha ha, you are so lucky the social worker wasn't stranded here too. :P

Inorite?! Then again, even if she was, it’s not like there’s anywhere she could take away the kids to. :) Unless she wanted to raise the little hellions herself or something.

emeraldfalconsims replied to your post “Preggo Komei!”

Your Goopy reminds me of a cross between Glen Quagmire and Gaius Baltar.

I confess that I had to look up both. :) I’ve never watched Family Guy and only watched the new Battlestar Galactica once, years ago. (Now, if it was the original Baltar? Totally clear memory there. John Colicos was a scenery-chomping god. :) ) But now that I’ve done my looking-up...Yeah, I can see it. Especially if you add a bit of surfer-dude to the mix. :)

didilysims replied to your post “Sims ask: 7 8 17 :)”

I didn't know there WAS a great debate until I saw this meme floating around. Thanks for educating me. ;)

Well, it was a great debate a while back. As I recall, there was some sort of livestream or something prior to TS4′s release where the devs were playing a bit to show off the game, and one of them said “Live Mode” with “live” pronounced with a short “i.” Then there was The Debate. (That short-i dev was completely delusional. Obviously. :) )

didilysims replied to your photo “Brandi LeTourneau. Or, as I call her, “Big Hair” LeTourneau. ...”

Does the game keep track of fish caught/fruit eaten/etc. for you or are you manually doing that?

Manually, unfortunately. I wish there was some sort of modded object, like that painting someone made that counts dream dates and whatnot, but...alas. Then again, I think that painting works by looking at memories, and since the things I’ve targeted don’t generate memories, I’m screwed, anyway. :) Thankfully, no one’s been doing much of anything other than toddler-wrangling lately, sooooo... :)

didilysims replied to your post “So you’re stranded with seven other complete strangers on what may or...”

Those sleeping positions are...different.

They kind of sprawl, yes. The animations are funny, too. To get into the bed, they stand with their back to it and flop backwards. The sprawl they land in is how they sleep. I’m guessing those animations is why the leaf beds weren’t converted to TS2. Which is a shame.

getmygameon replied to your post “Preggo Komei!”

Well that's the door to the 7th hell blown wide open right there...

It’s the door of all the hells blown open, yes... Well, actually, no, it’s really not all that bad. Two of the toddlers are children now, and children pretty much totally free-will in this scenario, so I don’t have to do anything with them. Just watch them be kids, basically. Five of the remaining toddlers are about to age to child as I type, so I’ll just be left with two toddlers -- Who will age the next day -- and two babies. And no one’s currently pregnant, either. Easy-peasy. :)

holleyberry replied to your photo “Say whatever you want about Sandy Bruty. I think she’s very pretty....”

As you know, I am a BIG Sandy Bruty fan. I think with the right hairstyle and make up she's a real beauty.

Even without hair/makeup, I just think her facial structure is striking. Maybe it’s because she has fairly large eyes, which I always find attractive. (Though not when they’re unrealistically-large, like in anime-style.) She has nice cheekbones, too. Yeah, her mouth/lips are a little extreme, but it’s easy to overlook that, IMO. Plus, she’s a Romance Sim, and I have a weakness for those. They’re just so fun because sex-postitivity is fun.

holleyberry replied to your post “Sim Parenting: A comparative study”

I've always said romance sim males make very good daddies.

They do, yes. Get them in a more committed relationship and their romance-y wants focus on their partner(s), mostly. Sure, there’s the occasional want to “cheat,” but my feeling when playing committed/married Romance Sims is that they’re more the open-relationship type, and I imagine that their partners, if they’re not Romance themselves, would lean more that way, too, that they’d kind of have to in order to make a decision to commit themselves to a Romance Sim, who they have to know is going to want to “cheat.” Right? I mean, they’d know that. Unless they’re really stupid. :)

But that’s why I think you get Goopy/Sandy right in your story. They love each other, but that doesn’t mean that they’re not interested in other people, too. And you know what? There’s nothing wrong with that. But I’ll stop before I get on a soapbox. :)

And yeah, Romance Sims do tend to be kid-interactive, too. I think it’s because most of the pre-made Romance Sims, playable or otherwise, were given more playful personalities. That seems to be the key to good, attentive parenting in the game. It’s probably why Ben Long is a good dad, too; although he’s Knowledge, he’s got 7 playful points. Sandy’s got 8 playful points, and she’s all over her alien twins in this scenario. Pre-made Family Sims tend to get the Cancer personality, which is middle-of-the-road boring...and fairly serious, too. Which is totally not conducive to kid interaction.

raindropdrinkwater replied to your post “Sim Parenting: A comparative study”

Yup. In my experience, family sims aren't even that good at taking care *of themselves*. Swoon over the romance sim? Check. Complain about not being pregnant often enough? Check. Feed oneself, or one's spawn? Hmpff. Who has time for that?

*nods* Very true. It always dismays me that, when people play “Orphanage” challenges, they tend to make the adults Family Sims. It makes me want to scream, “NOOOOOOOOOO!” They’re the absolute worst choice for that. Family Sims are breeders in the worst sense of the word. They’re all about having the kids, but not at all about actually taking care of them or loving on them. And they definitely don’t care about kids that aren’t their own. For that, you need playful Pleasure Sims. They’re the best kid-raisers ever.

But since there’s no Pleasure aspiration in Castaway, the Romance Sims are stepping up to the plate. Goopy and Sandy are amazing in this scenario. :) Ben Long the Knowledge Sim is right there with them, too, and Andrea Hogan the Fortune Sim seems content to be the support system who’s always happy to empty the potty and change diapers when needed. :) And play with the kids, too, since she’s got 8 playful points. :) Whereas Orlando the Family Sim? Yeah, I’m contemplating nasty things for his future... ;)

ilikefishfood replied to your photoset “When you spend hours on stuff that’s purely, uselessly decorative....”

I do the saaaame thing! Lol! It's gorgeous, by the way!

I’m not alone! *tosses confetti* And thank you. :)

#criquette-was-here #alexbgd #simsllama #scibirg #didilysims #emeraldfalconsims #getmygameon #holleyberry #raindropdrinkwater #ilikefishfood

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India Alert || New Episode 288 || Bebus Pita ( बबस पत ) || Dangal TV Channel

Leave me! Let me go! -Daughter-in-law!-Father! Father! Is anybody here? Please help my father! Father! My father! My father is drowning.

Kishor! Father! Father! Kishor! Father! Father? -What happened?-Father drowned in the river.

He drowned.

Father! Father? Father? Father? Father! -Did you find him?-No.

What’s going on here? What’s happening here, son? I.

I am your father, Ramdin.

Stop all this.

Who are you, Mister? Where are you coming from? He looks just like my father.

You are right.

God is great.

He took away our fatherand sent you instead.

But who are you? Daughter-in-law, I am your father-in-law.

I’m the owner of this house.

Listen, whoever you are.

Please let us grief peacefullyand don’t create any scene.

Or else my deceased fatherwill not rest in peace.

-But, dear, I.

-Mister.

Please try to understand.

Let us complete this ritual.

I will talk to you then.

Sit over there till then.

Come with me.

Sohanlal.

Sohanlal! Sohanlal, you know me, right? Who the hell are you?Why are you hugging me? I’m your childhood friend, Sohanlal.

My childhood friend is dead.

I don’t even know you.

You should be ashamed, Sohanlal.

Sohanlal, you should be ashamed.

Don’t create any scene here.

Otherwise i will force you to leave here Great job, lawyer.

You know me, right? Why don’t you say something? Say something! Great job, lawyer.

How much money did you getto pretend? How much money did they give you? Mister, come with me.

Suman! Suman, get some water.

Okay, Mister, tell me who you areand where are you from.

I hope you are not doing thisfor our property.

I told you I am Ramdin.

I am your dad.

My father-in-law’s name is Ramdin.

He drowned in the river.

I don’t understandwhy you are doing this.

Are you trying to drive me crazy? Dear, if you ask me, we must hand this imposter overto the police.

No, don’t.

Listen, he looks like our father.

That makes him our father.

Do one thing.

Stay for the night.

We will feel good.

You can go tomorrow.

We will get you some clean clothes.

Listen! Listen! Listen! Kishor! What happened, Suman? Look at the mess.

I told you beforehand.

But you never listen to me.

Now deal with it.

I don’t know what he took with him.

No, Suman.

There was nothing importantin father’s room.

This is strange.

He looked just like my father.

But he ended up stealing.

Should we call the police? No, Madhu.

It won’t be goodfor the reputation of our family.

Hello.

Yes.

I am coming.

Suman, I will be back in an hour.

Where is my ID and my papers? Where are all the documents ofmy property? You have hidden it from me.

What are you trying to do exactly? Why are you all playing this game with me? Game? You are playingsuch a big game with us.

Which property papersare you referring to? What enmity do you have with us? What wrong have we done to you? Listen, my father’s soul is still notin peace and you are doing all this.

You will go to hell.

You are trying to prove me dead.

Listen, stop following me.

You won’t get a single penny from me, no matter what you do.

I won’t let you steal my identity.

Leave me! This wouldn’t have come to this if I would have handed youover to the police the other day.

I am respecting you because you are old.

And you look just like my dad.

That’s why I want you to forget this and go back to wherever you came from.

Come, Uncle.

They are giving away a lot of stuff.

You also go for it.

I heard the man of diedwas very miser.

My dad worn this clothwhen he turned 85.

Our memories are tied with this.

Hey! Stop all this charade! You all are so crooked.

You killed your dadeven when he is alive.

What kind of a charity is itto distribute my stuff in front of me? All of you will go to hell.

All of you! Listen, Mister, you mind your own business and let me do ours.

Here you go.

Cheers! Lawyer, quickly transferall the properties on my name.

Or else I will really kill him this time.

-Kishor?-Yes, I forgot.

On your name as well.

Mr.

Kishor, at least wait for some time.

Government process takesaround a month or so.

Hardly few days have gone.

Lawyer, whatever you want to do, just do it quickly.

This old man is such a pain.

Anyway, I can’t wait any longer.

Don’t forget my share in all this.

Come, Inspector.

They are the one.

They tried to wipe out my identity.

Inspector, he’s a liar and an imposter.

He calls himself our dad.

Yes.

And anyway, his dad is no more.

I have the proof as well.

See.

What’s all this? Who are you? Inspector, I am the owner of this house.

I don’t know wherethey have hidden my papers and IDs.

Please help me.

Get me some proofand then I will help you.

One more thing, if you trouble them any further then I will put you behind bars.

Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you so much.

My childhood friend.

My son.

My daughter.

And my daughter-in-law.

Shame on you all! I’m ashamed to call you all my own.

It’s better I die beforegoing through all this.

What are you waiting for?Throw him out of the house.

Get lost! Go! -Leave me!-Get out of here! You are not doing the right thingby throwing me out.

Sons are supposed to support their fatherin their old age.

Every single father have so many dreamsand hope while bringing up their son.

So that his son lights his father’s funeral pyre and make offer him holy water.

But when his own son triesto kill his own father, it breaks their relationship.

Hello, I am Girish Jain.

Welcome to the new and unbelievableepisode of Crime Alert.

First, Kishor tried to prove that Ramdin is an imposter.

But Ramdin stood up for himself.

But Ramdin never thought that his son, Kishor and Kishor’s wife, Madhu and his childhood friend were planning to commitsuch a heinous crime.

Right, dear? Father.

Listen, Mr.

Engineer.

We want you to reconstructour bungalow.

Don’t worry about the money.

Mr.

Kishor, he’s a famous engineer.

He will reconstruct your bungalow.

We will come with the bulldozer next week.

We will start bulldozing the whole house.

You can shift somewhere else.

-Right.

-Hey! Hey! What did you say? What did you just say? Who is he? You are going to demolish my house.

-Who is he?-Let me go! Don’t worry.

He is mad.

He thinks he owns this bungalow.

Don’t worry.

You guys get to work.

I will handle him.

I won’t even let you touch a single brickof this house till I am alive.

-Not even a single brick!-Till you are alive, right? Dead can never come back.

I will show you then.

Till the time I get justice.

I will sit on hunger strike.

I won’t spare any of you.

Just wait and watch.

I won’t spare you.

Lord Krishna has said in Geeta, “When you don’t find resolutionwhen you deal with it in peaceful manner, and war becomes your last option, then let it be warin order to get justice.

Be it your own or your enemy.

” Ramdin was standing on a crossroad.

He wasn’t supposed to fight the worldbut his own.

Ramdin was fighting for his own identity.

A living man who had to provethat he is alive.

This was never going to beeasy for Ramdin.

On one hand, cunning criminalswere making dangerous plans and on the other hand, an outcry of a helpless father.

But Ramdin had begun his journeyto achieve his aim.

Let’s see who wins.

Did you find anything about my father? I have been running aroundfor 15 days now.

We are trying.

Come back next week.

Inspector, I beg of you.

Please help me.

My kids have announced thatI am dead.

They tried to kill mefor my properties.

You have come here.

I am alive, Inspector.

I can’t believe youjust because you are saying so.

Leave from here.

We have some other things to do.

Don’t waste my time.

How do I make you believe, Inspector?How do I.

I’m Ramdin! Ramdin! Ramdin is standing in front of you!I’m alive! -I’m alive, Inspector!-Let’s go.

I’m alive.

I am alive.

He seems disturbed.

There is something fishy.

We must look into it.

I am alive.

Mister, who are you? Where have you come from? I don’t know who you are.

But please let this condolence ceremonytake place in peace.

Or else my deceased dadwill not rest in peace.

Throw him out of the house.

Father! Brother! Brother! Take a look.

-Sister-in-law.

-What happened? How did you get this video? It’s a viral video.

I found it there.

Greedy kids faked theirfather’s death while he’s still alive.

I told you! Didn’t I tell you? But you never listen to me.

You always do what you want to do.

We will be trappedif this video goes viral.

Shut up! Don’t utter a word! This is all your fault.

Father.

-Please forgive us, Father.

-Father.

Father, you were right.

I don’t know if you will find a placein heaven or hell.

But we will never get a placein hell.

We have wronged you.

Please forgive us.

Father, I am so ashamed thatI can’t even ask for forgiveness.

Father, a father sees off his daughterfrom his house.

And I was helping them in orderto throw you out of your own house.

You should have killedeven before I was born.

Please forgive me, Father.

Forgive us.

-Come inside.

-Father, come.

-Come.

Come inside.

Come, Father.

One second.

Take this off.

You don’t need it.

Come, Father.

Keep this receipt with you.

Bring the receipt alongwhen you come to collect ashes.

Leave now.

Who? Sir! I have a warrant for you as well.

How much money did you get o burn a 70-year-old man? Speak up! You won’t tell me, right? -Speak up!-No, sir! -No, sir! Don’t!-Tell me or else I will burn you.

No! I will tell you.

I will tell you! -I will tell you!-Stand up! I will tell you, sir! You won’t go anywhere.

You will be under house arrestand you will do all the work.

Even you try to act smart.

I will kill you.

-Got it?-Well done, son! I never imagined thata son could stoop so low.

You pleaded to meand brought me into this house.

This is not right to keep me lockedin this house.

You have to wash these clothes.

You have to clean the whole house.

Once you are done with cleaning, come to the kitchen to cook.

Father, my friends are coming over.

Cook something for themwith your lovely hands.

Cook something delicious.

Okay? Father.

You have been on social media too.

Very smart.

Posting something new? I will tell you what to write.

Write, “I am Ramdin, and I am committing suicide.

My kids and my daughter-in-laware not to be blamed.

” Write it down.

Write, Father! I will write it.

Where are you off to? Brother, don’t kill him with that.

Give him this.

This will make sure it’s suicide.

-No.

Put it down! Don’t shoot, Father! What did you just do? He killed Sohanlal.

Don’t shoot, Father.

No, no.

Please forgive me.

So, Mr.

Lawyer, how are you going to prove that I killed him.

How can a dead man kill anyone? How will you prove that? You tell me.

Now you all are going to die.

We made a mistake.

I will be proved innocent.

-Just wait and watch!-Don’t shoot! A dead man.

Ramdin, who is already dead, how can he kill anyone? He can’t, right? He can’t kill anyone, right? Am I right, Son? -Tell me.

-I am innocent.

It’s all her fault.

I told you to kill him on the bank.

Why didn’t you kill him then? We all are trapped because of you.

-Deal with it now.

-Shut up! You keep blabbering all the time.

I was trying to kill him.

It’s not my fault that he survived.

It’s been two hours now.

They didn’t find the body.

I had told you.

-Why don’t you find him?-I looked for him a lot.

I think he’s dead in the river.

What if he comes back? Here is the money.

I don’t want any hiccups.

Understood? Don’t worry, sir.

Your secret is safe with me.

Bring along this receiptwhen you come day after tomorrow.

You will get the ashes of your father.

Hey! Get rid of this proof.

-Okay.

-Got it? My father was taking a bath on the bankof the river.

He was wearing red cloth.

Did you see him? No.

Please excuse me.

I will tell you rest of the story.

You must have thoughtthat I drowned in the river.

But I didn’t die.

God saved me.

Someone helped me get out of the water.

Somehow I managed to reach here to see that you were paying final respectalthough I am alive.

You stooped so low for a son.

Sohanlal.

Get up, my friend.

Come.

Leave me, Sohanlal.

Let me die.

Sohanlal, you are my childhood friend.

You have betrayed me too.

You are hand in glovewith my crooked family members.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Forgive me.

I won’t let you die.

I got strayed due to greed.

I don’t believe you.

I will help you.

Please trust me, man.

We will teach them a lesson together.

I am with you.

Come, come.

Come.

He’s alive.

-Brother.

-Sohanlal is alive.

-Sohanlal?-This is a fake gun.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Thank God I overheard your plan.

Or else I would have become a sinneras well.

All of you.

so cunning.

Always bad things happen to bad people.

I am telling youwe must get rid of Sohanlal as well.

He can’t be trusted.

He will go back to Ramdin and won’t let ushave our share of property too.

Yes.

I think she is right.

Fine then.

We will get rid of Sohanlalalong with father.

We might be good-for-nothingbut we have smartphone.

Don’t try to act too smart with us.

All the proof is live on the internet.

Take a look.

Let’s go, Mr.

Kishor.

You have killed one innocent man and you tried to prove a man deadeven though he is alive.

Let’s get you behind the barsfor your crimes.

Inspector, how would you proveboth the crimes? Mr.

Lawyer, tell him.

We have his death certificate.

Did you hear him? Okay.

You have a death certificate.

And what do you have, Mr.

Ramdin? And this is the proof ofRamdin being alive.

Am I right, Mr.

Lawyer? Arrest him.

Hold on.

A man is always known for his identity.

He lives his whole life with his identity.

His identity is always thereeven when he’s dead.

His identity is the base of his life.

They snatched Ramdin’s name and identity.

But Ramdin didn’t waste any time and proved that he’s still alivewith the help of Aadhaar.

And criminals got punishedfor what they did.

I, Girish Jain, bid adieufrom this episode of Crime Alert.

I will see you againwith some other crime story to alert you.

Till then be alert and be safe.

Crime Alert, raise your voice against crime.

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India Alert || New Episode 288 || Bebus Pita ( बेबस पिता ) || Dangal TV Channel

Leave me! Let me go! -Daughter-in-law!-Father! Father! Is anybody here? Please help my father! Father! My father! My father is drowning.

Kishor! Father! Father! Kishor! Father! Father? -What happened?-Father drowned in the river.

He drowned.

Father! Father? Father? Father? Father! -Did you find him?-No.

What’s going on here? What’s happening here, son? I.

I am your father, Ramdin.

Stop all this.

Who are you, Mister? Where are you coming from? He looks just like my father.

You are right.

God is great.

He took away our fatherand sent you instead.

But who are you? Daughter-in-law, I am your father-in-law.

I’m the owner of this house.

Listen, whoever you are.

Please let us grief peacefullyand don’t create any scene.

Or else my deceased fatherwill not rest in peace.

-But, dear, I.

-Mister.

Please try to understand.

Let us complete this ritual.

I will talk to you then.

Sit over there till then.

Come with me.

Sohanlal.

Sohanlal! Sohanlal, you know me, right? Who the hell are you?Why are you hugging me? I’m your childhood friend, Sohanlal.

My childhood friend is dead.

I don’t even know you.

You should be ashamed, Sohanlal.

Sohanlal, you should be ashamed.

Don’t create any scene here.

Otherwise i will force you to leave here Great job, lawyer.

You know me, right? Why don’t you say something? Say something! Great job, lawyer.

How much money did you getto pretend? How much money did they give you? Mister, come with me.

Suman! Suman, get some water.

Okay, Mister, tell me who you areand where are you from.

I hope you are not doing thisfor our property.

I told you I am Ramdin.

I am your dad.

My father-in-law’s name is Ramdin.

He drowned in the river.

I don’t understandwhy you are doing this.

Are you trying to drive me crazy? Dear, if you ask me, we must hand this imposter overto the police.

No, don’t.

Listen, he looks like our father.

That makes him our father.

Do one thing.

Stay for the night.

We will feel good.

You can go tomorrow.

We will get you some clean clothes.

Listen! Listen! Listen! Kishor! What happened, Suman? Look at the mess.

I told you beforehand.

But you never listen to me.

Now deal with it.

I don’t know what he took with him.

No, Suman.

There was nothing importantin father’s room.

This is strange.

He looked just like my father.

But he ended up stealing.

Should we call the police? No, Madhu.

It won’t be goodfor the reputation of our family.

Hello.

Yes.

I am coming.

Suman, I will be back in an hour.

Where is my ID and my papers? Where are all the documents ofmy property? You have hidden it from me.

What are you trying to do exactly? Why are you all playing this game with me? Game? You are playingsuch a big game with us.

Which property papersare you referring to? What enmity do you have with us? What wrong have we done to you? Listen, my father’s soul is still notin peace and you are doing all this.

You will go to hell.

You are trying to prove me dead.

Listen, stop following me.

You won’t get a single penny from me, no matter what you do.

I won’t let you steal my identity.

Leave me! This wouldn’t have come to this if I would have handed youover to the police the other day.

I am respecting you because you are old.

And you look just like my dad.

That’s why I want you to forget this and go back to wherever you came from.

Come, Uncle.

They are giving away a lot of stuff.

You also go for it.

I heard the man of diedwas very miser.

My dad worn this clothwhen he turned 85.

Our memories are tied with this.

Hey! Stop all this charade! You all are so crooked.

You killed your dadeven when he is alive.

What kind of a charity is itto distribute my stuff in front of me? All of you will go to hell.

All of you! Listen, Mister, you mind your own business and let me do ours.

Here you go.

Cheers! Lawyer, quickly transferall the properties on my name.

Or else I will really kill him this time.

-Kishor?-Yes, I forgot.

On your name as well.

Mr.

Kishor, at least wait for some time.

Government process takesaround a month or so.

Hardly few days have gone.

Lawyer, whatever you want to do, just do it quickly.

This old man is such a pain.

Anyway, I can’t wait any longer.

Don’t forget my share in all this.

Come, Inspector.

They are the one.

They tried to wipe out my identity.

Inspector, he’s a liar and an imposter.

He calls himself our dad.

Yes.

And anyway, his dad is no more.

I have the proof as well.

See.

What’s all this? Who are you? Inspector, I am the owner of this house.

I don’t know wherethey have hidden my papers and IDs.

Please help me.

Get me some proofand then I will help you.

One more thing, if you trouble them any further then I will put you behind bars.

Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you so much.

My childhood friend.

My son.

My daughter.

And my daughter-in-law.

Shame on you all! I’m ashamed to call you all my own.

It’s better I die beforegoing through all this.

What are you waiting for?Throw him out of the house.

Get lost! Go! -Leave me!-Get out of here! You are not doing the right thingby throwing me out.

Sons are supposed to support their fatherin their old age.

Every single father have so many dreamsand hope while bringing up their son.

So that his son lights his father’s funeral pyre and make offer him holy water.

But when his own son triesto kill his own father, it breaks their relationship.

Hello, I am Girish Jain.

Welcome to the new and unbelievableepisode of Crime Alert.

First, Kishor tried to prove that Ramdin is an imposter.

But Ramdin stood up for himself.

But Ramdin never thought that his son, Kishor and Kishor’s wife, Madhu and his childhood friend were planning to commitsuch a heinous crime.

Right, dear? Father.

Listen, Mr.

Engineer.

We want you to reconstructour bungalow.

Don’t worry about the money.

Mr.

Kishor, he’s a famous engineer.

He will reconstruct your bungalow.

We will come with the bulldozer next week.

We will start bulldozing the whole house.

You can shift somewhere else.

-Right.

-Hey! Hey! What did you say? What did you just say? Who is he? You are going to demolish my house.

-Who is he?-Let me go! Don’t worry.

He is mad.

He thinks he owns this bungalow.

Don’t worry.

You guys get to work.

I will handle him.

I won’t even let you touch a single brickof this house till I am alive.

-Not even a single brick!-Till you are alive, right? Dead can never come back.

I will show you then.

Till the time I get justice.

I will sit on hunger strike.

I won’t spare any of you.

Just wait and watch.

I won’t spare you.

Lord Krishna has said in Geeta, “When you don’t find resolutionwhen you deal with it in peaceful manner, and war becomes your last option, then let it be warin order to get justice.

Be it your own or your enemy.

” Ramdin was standing on a crossroad.

He wasn’t supposed to fight the worldbut his own.

Ramdin was fighting for his own identity.

A living man who had to provethat he is alive.

This was never going to beeasy for Ramdin.

On one hand, cunning criminalswere making dangerous plans and on the other hand, an outcry of a helpless father.

But Ramdin had begun his journeyto achieve his aim.

Let’s see who wins.

Did you find anything about my father? I have been running aroundfor 15 days now.

We are trying.

Come back next week.

Inspector, I beg of you.

Please help me.

My kids have announced thatI am dead.

They tried to kill mefor my properties.

You have come here.

I am alive, Inspector.

I can’t believe youjust because you are saying so.

Leave from here.

We have some other things to do.

Don’t waste my time.

How do I make you believe, Inspector?How do I.

I’m Ramdin! Ramdin! Ramdin is standing in front of you!I’m alive! -I’m alive, Inspector!-Let’s go.

I’m alive.

I am alive.

He seems disturbed.

There is something fishy.

We must look into it.

I am alive.

Mister, who are you? Where have you come from? I don’t know who you are.

But please let this condolence ceremonytake place in peace.

Or else my deceased dadwill not rest in peace.

Throw him out of the house.

Father! Brother! Brother! Take a look.

-Sister-in-law.

-What happened? How did you get this video? It’s a viral video.

I found it there.

Greedy kids faked theirfather’s death while he’s still alive.

I told you! Didn’t I tell you? But you never listen to me.

You always do what you want to do.

We will be trappedif this video goes viral.

Shut up! Don’t utter a word! This is all your fault.

Father.

-Please forgive us, Father.

-Father.

Father, you were right.

I don’t know if you will find a placein heaven or hell.

But we will never get a placein hell.

We have wronged you.

Please forgive us.

Father, I am so ashamed thatI can’t even ask for forgiveness.

Father, a father sees off his daughterfrom his house.

And I was helping them in orderto throw you out of your own house.

You should have killedeven before I was born.

Please forgive me, Father.

Forgive us.

-Come inside.

-Father, come.

-Come.

Come inside.

Come, Father.

One second.

Take this off.

You don’t need it.

Come, Father.

Keep this receipt with you.

Bring the receipt alongwhen you come to collect ashes.

Leave now.

Who? Sir! I have a warrant for you as well.

How much money did you get o burn a 70-year-old man? Speak up! You won’t tell me, right? -Speak up!-No, sir! -No, sir! Don’t!-Tell me or else I will burn you.

No! I will tell you.

I will tell you! -I will tell you!-Stand up! I will tell you, sir! You won’t go anywhere.

You will be under house arrestand you will do all the work.

Even you try to act smart.

I will kill you.

-Got it?-Well done, son! I never imagined thata son could stoop so low.

You pleaded to meand brought me into this house.

This is not right to keep me lockedin this house.

You have to wash these clothes.

You have to clean the whole house.

Once you are done with cleaning, come to the kitchen to cook.

Father, my friends are coming over.

Cook something for themwith your lovely hands.

Cook something delicious.

Okay? Father.

You have been on social media too.

Very smart.

Posting something new? I will tell you what to write.

Write, “I am Ramdin, and I am committing suicide.

My kids and my daughter-in-laware not to be blamed.

” Write it down.

Write, Father! I will write it.

Where are you off to? Brother, don’t kill him with that.

Give him this.

This will make sure it’s suicide.

-No.

Put it down! Don’t shoot, Father! What did you just do? He killed Sohanlal.

Don’t shoot, Father.

No, no.

Please forgive me.

So, Mr.

Lawyer, how are you going to prove that I killed him.

How can a dead man kill anyone? How will you prove that? You tell me.

Now you all are going to die.

We made a mistake.

I will be proved innocent.

-Just wait and watch!-Don’t shoot! A dead man.

Ramdin, who is already dead, how can he kill anyone? He can’t, right? He can’t kill anyone, right? Am I right, Son? -Tell me.

-I am innocent.

It’s all her fault.

I told you to kill him on the bank.

Why didn’t you kill him then? We all are trapped because of you.

-Deal with it now.

-Shut up! You keep blabbering all the time.

I was trying to kill him.

It’s not my fault that he survived.

It’s been two hours now.

They didn’t find the body.

I had told you.

-Why don’t you find him?-I looked for him a lot.

I think he’s dead in the river.

What if he comes back? Here is the money.

I don’t want any hiccups.

Understood? Don’t worry, sir.

Your secret is safe with me.

Bring along this receiptwhen you come day after tomorrow.

You will get the ashes of your father.

Hey! Get rid of this proof.

-Okay.

-Got it? My father was taking a bath on the bankof the river.

He was wearing red cloth.

Did you see him? No.

Please excuse me.

I will tell you rest of the story.

You must have thoughtthat I drowned in the river.

But I didn’t die.

God saved me.

Someone helped me get out of the water.

Somehow I managed to reach here to see that you were paying final respectalthough I am alive.

You stooped so low for a son.

Sohanlal.

Get up, my friend.

Come.

Leave me, Sohanlal.

Let me die.

Sohanlal, you are my childhood friend.

You have betrayed me too.

You are hand in glovewith my crooked family members.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Forgive me.

I won’t let you die.

I got strayed due to greed.

I don’t believe you.

I will help you.

Please trust me, man.

We will teach them a lesson together.

I am with you.

Come, come.

Come.

He’s alive.

-Brother.

-Sohanlal is alive.

-Sohanlal?-This is a fake gun.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Thank God I overheard your plan.

Or else I would have become a sinneras well.

All of you.

so cunning.

Always bad things happen to bad people.

I am telling youwe must get rid of Sohanlal as well.

He can’t be trusted.

He will go back to Ramdin and won’t let ushave our share of property too.

Yes.

I think she is right.

Fine then.

We will get rid of Sohanlalalong with father.

We might be good-for-nothingbut we have smartphone.

Don’t try to act too smart with us.

All the proof is live on the internet.

Take a look.

Let’s go, Mr.

Kishor.

You have killed one innocent man and you tried to prove a man deadeven though he is alive.

Let’s get you behind the barsfor your crimes.

Inspector, how would you proveboth the crimes? Mr.

Lawyer, tell him.

We have his death certificate.

Did you hear him? Okay.

You have a death certificate.

And what do you have, Mr.

Ramdin? And this is the proof ofRamdin being alive.

Am I right, Mr.

Lawyer? Arrest him.

Hold on.

A man is always known for his identity.

He lives his whole life with his identity.

His identity is always thereeven when he’s dead.

His identity is the base of his life.

They snatched Ramdin’s name and identity.

But Ramdin didn’t waste any time and proved that he’s still alivewith the help of Aadhaar.

And criminals got punishedfor what they did.

I, Girish Jain, bid adieufrom this episode of Crime Alert.

I will see you againwith some other crime story to alert you.

Till then be alert and be safe.

Crime Alert, raise your voice against crime.

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Leave me! Let me go! -Daughter-in-law!-Father! Father! Is anybody here? Please help my father! Father! My father! My father is drowning.

Kishor! Father! Father! Kishor! Father! Father? -What happened?-Father drowned in the river.

He drowned.

Father! Father? Father? Father? Father! -Did you find him?-No.

What’s going on here? What’s happening here, son? I.

I am your father, Ramdin.

Stop all this.

Who are you, Mister? Where are you coming from? He looks just like my father.

You are right.

God is great.

He took away our fatherand sent you instead.

But who are you? Daughter-in-law, I am your father-in-law.

I’m the owner of this house.

Listen, whoever you are.

Please let us grief peacefullyand don’t create any scene.

Or else my deceased fatherwill not rest in peace.

-But, dear, I.

-Mister.

Please try to understand.

Let us complete this ritual.

I will talk to you then.

Sit over there till then.

Come with me.

Sohanlal.

Sohanlal! Sohanlal, you know me, right? Who the hell are you?Why are you hugging me? I’m your childhood friend, Sohanlal.

My childhood friend is dead.

I don’t even know you.

You should be ashamed, Sohanlal.

Sohanlal, you should be ashamed.

Don’t create any scene here.

Otherwise i will force you to leave here Great job, lawyer.

You know me, right? Why don’t you say something? Say something! Great job, lawyer.

How much money did you getto pretend? How much money did they give you? Mister, come with me.

Suman! Suman, get some water.

Okay, Mister, tell me who you areand where are you from.

I hope you are not doing thisfor our property.

I told you I am Ramdin.

I am your dad.

My father-in-law’s name is Ramdin.

He drowned in the river.

I don’t understandwhy you are doing this.

Are you trying to drive me crazy? Dear, if you ask me, we must hand this imposter overto the police.

No, don’t.

Listen, he looks like our father.

That makes him our father.

Do one thing.

Stay for the night.

We will feel good.

You can go tomorrow.

We will get you some clean clothes.

Listen! Listen! Listen! Kishor! What happened, Suman? Look at the mess.

I told you beforehand.

But you never listen to me.

Now deal with it.

I don’t know what he took with him.

No, Suman.

There was nothing importantin father’s room.

This is strange.

He looked just like my father.

But he ended up stealing.

Should we call the police? No, Madhu.

It won’t be goodfor the reputation of our family.

Hello.

Yes.

I am coming.

Suman, I will be back in an hour.

Where is my ID and my papers? Where are all the documents ofmy property? You have hidden it from me.

What are you trying to do exactly? Why are you all playing this game with me? Game? You are playingsuch a big game with us.

Which property papersare you referring to? What enmity do you have with us? What wrong have we done to you? Listen, my father’s soul is still notin peace and you are doing all this.

You will go to hell.

You are trying to prove me dead.

Listen, stop following me.

You won’t get a single penny from me, no matter what you do.

I won’t let you steal my identity.

Leave me! This wouldn’t have come to this if I would have handed youover to the police the other day.

I am respecting you because you are old.

And you look just like my dad.

That’s why I want you to forget this and go back to wherever you came from.

Come, Uncle.

They are giving away a lot of stuff.

You also go for it.

I heard the man of diedwas very miser.

My dad worn this clothwhen he turned 85.

Our memories are tied with this.

Hey! Stop all this charade! You all are so crooked.

You killed your dadeven when he is alive.

What kind of a charity is itto distribute my stuff in front of me? All of you will go to hell.

All of you! Listen, Mister, you mind your own business and let me do ours.

Here you go.

Cheers! Lawyer, quickly transferall the properties on my name.

Or else I will really kill him this time.

-Kishor?-Yes, I forgot.

On your name as well.

Mr.

Kishor, at least wait for some time.

Government process takesaround a month or so.

Hardly few days have gone.

Lawyer, whatever you want to do, just do it quickly.

This old man is such a pain.

Anyway, I can’t wait any longer.

Don’t forget my share in all this.

Come, Inspector.

They are the one.

They tried to wipe out my identity.

Inspector, he’s a liar and an imposter.

He calls himself our dad.

Yes.

And anyway, his dad is no more.

I have the proof as well.

See.

What’s all this? Who are you? Inspector, I am the owner of this house.

I don’t know wherethey have hidden my papers and IDs.

Please help me.

Get me some proofand then I will help you.

One more thing, if you trouble them any further then I will put you behind bars.

Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you so much.

My childhood friend.

My son.

My daughter.

And my daughter-in-law.

Shame on you all! I’m ashamed to call you all my own.

It’s better I die beforegoing through all this.

What are you waiting for?Throw him out of the house.

Get lost! Go! -Leave me!-Get out of here! You are not doing the right thingby throwing me out.

Sons are supposed to support their fatherin their old age.

Every single father have so many dreamsand hope while bringing up their son.

So that his son lights his father’s funeral pyre and make offer him holy water.

But when his own son triesto kill his own father, it breaks their relationship.

Hello, I am Girish Jain.

Welcome to the new and unbelievableepisode of Crime Alert.

First, Kishor tried to prove that Ramdin is an imposter.

But Ramdin stood up for himself.

But Ramdin never thought that his son, Kishor and Kishor’s wife, Madhu and his childhood friend were planning to commitsuch a heinous crime.

Right, dear? Father.

Listen, Mr.

Engineer.

We want you to reconstructour bungalow.

Don’t worry about the money.

Mr.

Kishor, he’s a famous engineer.

He will reconstruct your bungalow.

We will come with the bulldozer next week.

We will start bulldozing the whole house.

You can shift somewhere else.

-Right.

-Hey! Hey! What did you say? What did you just say? Who is he? You are going to demolish my house.

-Who is he?-Let me go! Don’t worry.

He is mad.

He thinks he owns this bungalow.

Don’t worry.

You guys get to work.

I will handle him.

I won’t even let you touch a single brickof this house till I am alive.

-Not even a single brick!-Till you are alive, right? Dead can never come back.

I will show you then.

Till the time I get justice.

I will sit on hunger strike.

I won’t spare any of you.

Just wait and watch.

I won’t spare you.

Lord Krishna has said in Geeta, “When you don’t find resolutionwhen you deal with it in peaceful manner, and war becomes your last option, then let it be warin order to get justice.

Be it your own or your enemy.

” Ramdin was standing on a crossroad.

He wasn’t supposed to fight the worldbut his own.

Ramdin was fighting for his own identity.

A living man who had to provethat he is alive.

This was never going to beeasy for Ramdin.

On one hand, cunning criminalswere making dangerous plans and on the other hand, an outcry of a helpless father.

But Ramdin had begun his journeyto achieve his aim.

Let’s see who wins.

Did you find anything about my father? I have been running aroundfor 15 days now.

We are trying.

Come back next week.

Inspector, I beg of you.

Please help me.

My kids have announced thatI am dead.

They tried to kill mefor my properties.

You have come here.

I am alive, Inspector.

I can’t believe youjust because you are saying so.

Leave from here.

We have some other things to do.

Don’t waste my time.

How do I make you believe, Inspector?How do I.

I’m Ramdin! Ramdin! Ramdin is standing in front of you!I’m alive! -I’m alive, Inspector!-Let’s go.

I’m alive.

I am alive.

He seems disturbed.

There is something fishy.

We must look into it.

I am alive.

Mister, who are you? Where have you come from? I don’t know who you are.

But please let this condolence ceremonytake place in peace.

Or else my deceased dadwill not rest in peace.

Throw him out of the house.

Father! Brother! Brother! Take a look.

-Sister-in-law.

-What happened? How did you get this video? It’s a viral video.

I found it there.

Greedy kids faked theirfather’s death while he’s still alive.

I told you! Didn’t I tell you? But you never listen to me.

You always do what you want to do.

We will be trappedif this video goes viral.

Shut up! Don’t utter a word! This is all your fault.

Father.

-Please forgive us, Father.

-Father.

Father, you were right.

I don’t know if you will find a placein heaven or hell.

But we will never get a placein hell.

We have wronged you.

Please forgive us.

Father, I am so ashamed thatI can’t even ask for forgiveness.

Father, a father sees off his daughterfrom his house.

And I was helping them in orderto throw you out of your own house.

You should have killedeven before I was born.

Please forgive me, Father.

Forgive us.

-Come inside.

-Father, come.

-Come.

Come inside.

Come, Father.

One second.

Take this off.

You don’t need it.

Come, Father.

Keep this receipt with you.

Bring the receipt alongwhen you come to collect ashes.

Leave now.

Who? Sir! I have a warrant for you as well.

How much money did you get o burn a 70-year-old man? Speak up! You won’t tell me, right? -Speak up!-No, sir! -No, sir! Don’t!-Tell me or else I will burn you.

No! I will tell you.

I will tell you! -I will tell you!-Stand up! I will tell you, sir! You won’t go anywhere.

You will be under house arrestand you will do all the work.

Even you try to act smart.

I will kill you.

-Got it?-Well done, son! I never imagined thata son could stoop so low.

You pleaded to meand brought me into this house.

This is not right to keep me lockedin this house.

You have to wash these clothes.

You have to clean the whole house.

Once you are done with cleaning, come to the kitchen to cook.

Father, my friends are coming over.

Cook something for themwith your lovely hands.

Cook something delicious.

Okay? Father.

You have been on social media too.

Very smart.

Posting something new? I will tell you what to write.

Write, “I am Ramdin, and I am committing suicide.

My kids and my daughter-in-laware not to be blamed.

” Write it down.

Write, Father! I will write it.

Where are you off to? Brother, don’t kill him with that.

Give him this.

This will make sure it’s suicide.

-No.

Put it down! Don’t shoot, Father! What did you just do? He killed Sohanlal.

Don’t shoot, Father.

No, no.

Please forgive me.

So, Mr.

Lawyer, how are you going to prove that I killed him.

How can a dead man kill anyone? How will you prove that? You tell me.

Now you all are going to die.

We made a mistake.

I will be proved innocent.

-Just wait and watch!-Don’t shoot! A dead man.

Ramdin, who is already dead, how can he kill anyone? He can’t, right? He can’t kill anyone, right? Am I right, Son? -Tell me.

-I am innocent.

It’s all her fault.

I told you to kill him on the bank.

Why didn’t you kill him then? We all are trapped because of you.

-Deal with it now.

-Shut up! You keep blabbering all the time.

I was trying to kill him.

It’s not my fault that he survived.

It’s been two hours now.

They didn’t find the body.

I had told you.

-Why don’t you find him?-I looked for him a lot.

I think he’s dead in the river.

What if he comes back? Here is the money.

I don’t want any hiccups.

Understood? Don’t worry, sir.

Your secret is safe with me.

Bring along this receiptwhen you come day after tomorrow.

You will get the ashes of your father.

Hey! Get rid of this proof.

-Okay.

-Got it? My father was taking a bath on the bankof the river.

He was wearing red cloth.

Did you see him? No.

Please excuse me.

I will tell you rest of the story.

You must have thoughtthat I drowned in the river.

But I didn’t die.

God saved me.

Someone helped me get out of the water.

Somehow I managed to reach here to see that you were paying final respectalthough I am alive.

You stooped so low for a son.

Sohanlal.

Get up, my friend.

Come.

Leave me, Sohanlal.

Let me die.

Sohanlal, you are my childhood friend.

You have betrayed me too.

You are hand in glovewith my crooked family members.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Forgive me.

I won’t let you die.

I got strayed due to greed.

I don’t believe you.

I will help you.

Please trust me, man.

We will teach them a lesson together.

I am with you.

Come, come.

Come.

He’s alive.

-Brother.

-Sohanlal is alive.

-Sohanlal?-This is a fake gun.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Thank God I overheard your plan.

Or else I would have become a sinneras well.

All of you.

so cunning.

Always bad things happen to bad people.

I am telling youwe must get rid of Sohanlal as well.

He can’t be trusted.

He will go back to Ramdin and won’t let ushave our share of property too.

Yes.

I think she is right.

Fine then.

We will get rid of Sohanlalalong with father.

We might be good-for-nothingbut we have smartphone.

Don’t try to act too smart with us.

All the proof is live on the internet.

Take a look.

Let’s go, Mr.

Kishor.

You have killed one innocent man and you tried to prove a man deadeven though he is alive.

Let’s get you behind the barsfor your crimes.

Inspector, how would you proveboth the crimes? Mr.

Lawyer, tell him.

We have his death certificate.

Did you hear him? Okay.

You have a death certificate.

And what do you have, Mr.

Ramdin? And this is the proof ofRamdin being alive.

Am I right, Mr.

Lawyer? Arrest him.

Hold on.

A man is always known for his identity.

He lives his whole life with his identity.

His identity is always thereeven when he’s dead.

His identity is the base of his life.

They snatched Ramdin’s name and identity.

But Ramdin didn’t waste any time and proved that he’s still alivewith the help of Aadhaar.

And criminals got punishedfor what they did.

I, Girish Jain, bid adieufrom this episode of Crime Alert.

I will see you againwith some other crime story to alert you.

Till then be alert and be safe.

Crime Alert, raise your voice against crime.

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Leave me! Let me go! -Daughter-in-law!-Father! Father! Is anybody here? Please help my father! Father! My father! My father is drowning.

Kishor! Father! Father! Kishor! Father! Father? -What happened?-Father drowned in the river.

He drowned.

Father! Father? Father? Father? Father! -Did you find him?-No.

What's going on here? What's happening here, son? I.

I am your father, Ramdin.

Stop all this.

Who are you, Mister? Where are you coming from? He looks just like my father.

You are right.

God is great.

He took away our fatherand sent you instead.

But who are you? Daughter-in-law, I am your father-in-law.

I'm the owner of this house.

Listen, whoever you are.

Please let us grief peacefullyand don't create any scene.

Or else my deceased fatherwill not rest in peace.

-But, dear, I.

-Mister.

Please try to understand.

Let us complete this ritual.

I will talk to you then.

Sit over there till then.

Come with me.

Sohanlal.

Sohanlal! Sohanlal, you know me, right? Who the hell are you?Why are you hugging me? I'm your childhood friend, Sohanlal.

My childhood friend is dead.

I don't even know you.

You should be ashamed, Sohanlal.

Sohanlal, you should be ashamed.

Don't create any scene here.

Otherwise i will force you to leave here Great job, lawyer.

You know me, right? Why don't you say something? Say something! Great job, lawyer.

How much money did you getto pretend? How much money did they give you? Mister, come with me.

Suman! Suman, get some water.

Okay, Mister, tell me who you areand where are you from.

I hope you are not doing thisfor our property.

I told you I am Ramdin.

I am your dad.

My father-in-law's name is Ramdin.

He drowned in the river.

I don't understandwhy you are doing this.

Are you trying to drive me crazy? Dear, if you ask me, we must hand this imposter overto the police.

No, don't.

Listen, he looks like our father.

That makes him our father.

Do one thing.

Stay for the night.

We will feel good.

You can go tomorrow.

We will get you some clean clothes.

Listen! Listen! Listen! Kishor! What happened, Suman? Look at the mess.

I told you beforehand.

But you never listen to me.

Now deal with it.

I don't know what he took with him.

No, Suman.

There was nothing importantin father's room.

This is strange.

He looked just like my father.

But he ended up stealing.

Should we call the police? No, Madhu.

It won't be goodfor the reputation of our family.

Hello.

Yes.

I am coming.

Suman, I will be back in an hour.

Where is my ID and my papers? Where are all the documents ofmy property? You have hidden it from me.

What are you trying to do exactly? Why are you all playing this game with me? Game? You are playingsuch a big game with us.

Which property papersare you referring to? What enmity do you have with us? What wrong have we done to you? Listen, my father's soul is still notin peace and you are doing all this.

You will go to hell.

You are trying to prove me dead.

Listen, stop following me.

You won't get a single penny from me, no matter what you do.

I won't let you steal my identity.

Leave me! This wouldn't have come to this if I would have handed youover to the police the other day.

I am respecting you because you are old.

And you look just like my dad.

That's why I want you to forget this and go back to wherever you came from.

Come, Uncle.

They are giving away a lot of stuff.

You also go for it.

I heard the man of diedwas very miser.

My dad worn this clothwhen he turned 85.

Our memories are tied with this.

Hey! Stop all this charade! You all are so crooked.

You killed your dadeven when he is alive.

What kind of a charity is itto distribute my stuff in front of me? All of you will go to hell.

All of you! Listen, Mister, you mind your own business and let me do ours.

Here you go.

Cheers! Lawyer, quickly transferall the properties on my name.

Or else I will really kill him this time.

-Kishor?-Yes, I forgot.

On your name as well.

Mr.

Kishor, at least wait for some time.

Government process takesaround a month or so.

Hardly few days have gone.

Lawyer, whatever you want to do, just do it quickly.

This old man is such a pain.

Anyway, I can't wait any longer.

Don't forget my share in all this.

Come, Inspector.

They are the one.

They tried to wipe out my identity.

Inspector, he's a liar and an imposter.

He calls himself our dad.

Yes.

And anyway, his dad is no more.

I have the proof as well.

See.

What's all this? Who are you? Inspector, I am the owner of this house.

I don't know wherethey have hidden my papers and IDs.

Please help me.

Get me some proofand then I will help you.

One more thing, if you trouble them any further then I will put you behind bars.

Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you so much.

My childhood friend.

My son.

My daughter.

And my daughter-in-law.

Shame on you all! I'm ashamed to call you all my own.

It's better I die beforegoing through all this.

What are you waiting for?Throw him out of the house.

Get lost! Go! -Leave me!-Get out of here! You are not doing the right thingby throwing me out.

Sons are supposed to support their fatherin their old age.

Every single father have so many dreamsand hope while bringing up their son.

So that his son lights his father's funeral pyre and make offer him holy water.

But when his own son triesto kill his own father, it breaks their relationship.

Hello, I am Girish Jain.

Welcome to the new and unbelievableepisode of Crime Alert.

First, Kishor tried to prove that Ramdin is an imposter.

But Ramdin stood up for himself.

But Ramdin never thought that his son, Kishor and Kishor's wife, Madhu and his childhood friend were planning to commitsuch a heinous crime.

Right, dear? Father.

Listen, Mr.

Engineer.

We want you to reconstructour bungalow.

Don't worry about the money.

Mr.

Kishor, he's a famous engineer.

He will reconstruct your bungalow.

We will come with the bulldozer next week.

We will start bulldozing the whole house.

You can shift somewhere else.

-Right.

-Hey! Hey! What did you say? What did you just say? Who is he? You are going to demolish my house.

-Who is he?-Let me go! Don't worry.

He is mad.

He thinks he owns this bungalow.

Don't worry.

You guys get to work.

I will handle him.

I won't even let you touch a single brickof this house till I am alive.

-Not even a single brick!-Till you are alive, right? Dead can never come back.

I will show you then.

Till the time I get justice.

I will sit on hunger strike.

I won't spare any of you.

Just wait and watch.

I won't spare you.

Lord Krishna has said in Geeta, “When you don't find resolutionwhen you deal with it in peaceful manner, and war becomes your last option, then let it be warin order to get justice.

Be it your own or your enemy.

” Ramdin was standing on a crossroad.

He wasn't supposed to fight the worldbut his own.

Ramdin was fighting for his own identity.

A living man who had to provethat he is alive.

This was never going to beeasy for Ramdin.

On one hand, cunning criminalswere making dangerous plans and on the other hand, an outcry of a helpless father.

But Ramdin had begun his journeyto achieve his aim.

Let's see who wins.

Did you find anything about my father? I have been running aroundfor 15 days now.

We are trying.

Come back next week.

Inspector, I beg of you.

Please help me.

My kids have announced thatI am dead.

They tried to kill mefor my properties.

You have come here.

I am alive, Inspector.

I can't believe youjust because you are saying so.

Leave from here.

We have some other things to do.

Don't waste my time.

How do I make you believe, Inspector?How do I.

I'm Ramdin! Ramdin! Ramdin is standing in front of you!I'm alive! -I'm alive, Inspector!-Let's go.

I'm alive.

I am alive.

He seems disturbed.

There is something fishy.

We must look into it.

I am alive.

Mister, who are you? Where have you come from? I don't know who you are.

But please let this condolence ceremonytake place in peace.

Or else my deceased dadwill not rest in peace.

Throw him out of the house.

Father! Brother! Brother! Take a look.

-Sister-in-law.

-What happened? How did you get this video? It's a viral video.

I found it there.

Greedy kids faked theirfather's death while he's still alive.

I told you! Didn't I tell you? But you never listen to me.

You always do what you want to do.

We will be trappedif this video goes viral.

Shut up! Don't utter a word! This is all your fault.

Father.

-Please forgive us, Father.

-Father.

Father, you were right.

I don't know if you will find a placein heaven or hell.

But we will never get a placein hell.

We have wronged you.

Please forgive us.

Father, I am so ashamed thatI can't even ask for forgiveness.

Father, a father sees off his daughterfrom his house.

And I was helping them in orderto throw you out of your own house.

You should have killedeven before I was born.

Please forgive me, Father.

Forgive us.

-Come inside.

-Father, come.

-Come.

Come inside.

Come, Father.

One second.

Take this off.

You don't need it.

Come, Father.

Keep this receipt with you.

Bring the receipt alongwhen you come to collect ashes.

Leave now.

Who? Sir! I have a warrant for you as well.

How much money did you get o burn a 70-year-old man? Speak up! You won't tell me, right? -Speak up!-No, sir! -No, sir! Don't!-Tell me or else I will burn you.

No! I will tell you.

I will tell you! -I will tell you!-Stand up! I will tell you, sir! You won't go anywhere.

You will be under house arrestand you will do all the work.

Even you try to act smart.

I will kill you.

-Got it?-Well done, son! I never imagined thata son could stoop so low.

You pleaded to meand brought me into this house.

This is not right to keep me lockedin this house.

You have to wash these clothes.

You have to clean the whole house.

Once you are done with cleaning, come to the kitchen to cook.

Father, my friends are coming over.

Cook something for themwith your lovely hands.

Cook something delicious.

Okay? Father.

You have been on social media too.

Very smart.

Posting something new? I will tell you what to write.

Write, “I am Ramdin, and I am committing suicide.

My kids and my daughter-in-laware not to be blamed.

” Write it down.

Write, Father! I will write it.

Where are you off to? Brother, don't kill him with that.

Give him this.

This will make sure it's suicide.

-No.

Put it down! Don't shoot, Father! What did you just do? He killed Sohanlal.

Don't shoot, Father.

No, no.

Please forgive me.

So, Mr.

Lawyer, how are you going to prove that I killed him.

How can a dead man kill anyone? How will you prove that? You tell me.

Now you all are going to die.

We made a mistake.

I will be proved innocent.

-Just wait and watch!-Don't shoot! A dead man.

Ramdin, who is already dead, how can he kill anyone? He can't, right? He can't kill anyone, right? Am I right, Son? -Tell me.

-I am innocent.

It's all her fault.

I told you to kill him on the bank.

Why didn't you kill him then? We all are trapped because of you.

-Deal with it now.

-Shut up! You keep blabbering all the time.

I was trying to kill him.

It's not my fault that he survived.

It's been two hours now.

They didn't find the body.

I had told you.

-Why don't you find him?-I looked for him a lot.

I think he's dead in the river.

What if he comes back? Here is the money.

I don't want any hiccups.

Understood? Don't worry, sir.

Your secret is safe with me.

Bring along this receiptwhen you come day after tomorrow.

You will get the ashes of your father.

Hey! Get rid of this proof.

-Okay.

-Got it? My father was taking a bath on the bankof the river.

He was wearing red cloth.

Did you see him? No.

Please excuse me.

I will tell you rest of the story.

You must have thoughtthat I drowned in the river.

But I didn't die.

God saved me.

Someone helped me get out of the water.

Somehow I managed to reach here to see that you were paying final respectalthough I am alive.

You stooped so low for a son.

Sohanlal.

Get up, my friend.

Come.

Leave me, Sohanlal.

Let me die.

Sohanlal, you are my childhood friend.

You have betrayed me too.

You are hand in glovewith my crooked family members.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Forgive me.

I won't let you die.

I got strayed due to greed.

I don't believe you.

I will help you.

Please trust me, man.

We will teach them a lesson together.

I am with you.

Come, come.

Come.

He's alive.

-Brother.

-Sohanlal is alive.

-Sohanlal?-This is a fake gun.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Thank God I overheard your plan.

Or else I would have become a sinneras well.

All of you.

so cunning.

Always bad things happen to bad people.

I am telling youwe must get rid of Sohanlal as well.

He can't be trusted.

He will go back to Ramdin and won't let ushave our share of property too.

Yes.

I think she is right.

Fine then.

We will get rid of Sohanlalalong with father.

We might be good-for-nothingbut we have smartphone.

Don't try to act too smart with us.

All the proof is live on the internet.

Take a look.

Let's go, Mr.

Kishor.

You have killed one innocent man and you tried to prove a man deadeven though he is alive.

Let's get you behind the barsfor your crimes.

Inspector, how would you proveboth the crimes? Mr.

Lawyer, tell him.

We have his death certificate.

Did you hear him? Okay.

You have a death certificate.

And what do you have, Mr.

Ramdin? And this is the proof ofRamdin being alive.

Am I right, Mr.

Lawyer? Arrest him.

Hold on.

A man is always known for his identity.

He lives his whole life with his identity.

His identity is always thereeven when he's dead.

His identity is the base of his life.

They snatched Ramdin's name and identity.

But Ramdin didn't waste any time and proved that he's still alivewith the help of Aadhaar.

And criminals got punishedfor what they did.

I, Girish Jain, bid adieufrom this episode of Crime Alert.

I will see you againwith some other crime story to alert you.

Till then be alert and be safe.

Crime Alert, raise your voice against crime.

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Leave me! Let me go! -Daughter-in-law!-Father! Father! Is anybody here? Please help my father! Father! My father! My father is drowning.

Kishor! Father! Father! Kishor! Father! Father? -What happened?-Father drowned in the river.

He drowned.

Father! Father? Father? Father? Father! -Did you find him?-No.

What's going on here? What's happening here, son? I.

I am your father, Ramdin.

Stop all this.

Who are you, Mister? Where are you coming from? He looks just like my father.

You are right.

God is great.

He took away our fatherand sent you instead.

But who are you? Daughter-in-law, I am your father-in-law.

I'm the owner of this house.

Listen, whoever you are.

Please let us grief peacefullyand don't create any scene.

Or else my deceased fatherwill not rest in peace.

-But, dear, I.

-Mister.

Please try to understand.

Let us complete this ritual.

I will talk to you then.

Sit over there till then.

Come with me.

Sohanlal.

Sohanlal! Sohanlal, you know me, right? Who the hell are you?Why are you hugging me? I'm your childhood friend, Sohanlal.

My childhood friend is dead.

I don't even know you.

You should be ashamed, Sohanlal.

Sohanlal, you should be ashamed.

Don't create any scene here.

Otherwise i will force you to leave here Great job, lawyer.

You know me, right? Why don't you say something? Say something! Great job, lawyer.

How much money did you getto pretend? How much money did they give you? Mister, come with me.

Suman! Suman, get some water.

Okay, Mister, tell me who you areand where are you from.

I hope you are not doing thisfor our property.

I told you I am Ramdin.

I am your dad.

My father-in-law's name is Ramdin.

He drowned in the river.

I don't understandwhy you are doing this.

Are you trying to drive me crazy? Dear, if you ask me, we must hand this imposter overto the police.

No, don't.

Listen, he looks like our father.

That makes him our father.

Do one thing.

Stay for the night.

We will feel good.

You can go tomorrow.

We will get you some clean clothes.

Listen! Listen! Listen! Kishor! What happened, Suman? Look at the mess.

I told you beforehand.

But you never listen to me.

Now deal with it.

I don't know what he took with him.

No, Suman.

There was nothing importantin father's room.

This is strange.

He looked just like my father.

But he ended up stealing.

Should we call the police? No, Madhu.

It won't be goodfor the reputation of our family.

Hello.

Yes.

I am coming.

Suman, I will be back in an hour.

Where is my ID and my papers? Where are all the documents ofmy property? You have hidden it from me.

What are you trying to do exactly? Why are you all playing this game with me? Game? You are playingsuch a big game with us.

Which property papersare you referring to? What enmity do you have with us? What wrong have we done to you? Listen, my father's soul is still notin peace and you are doing all this.

You will go to hell.

You are trying to prove me dead.

Listen, stop following me.

You won't get a single penny from me, no matter what you do.

I won't let you steal my identity.

Leave me! This wouldn't have come to this if I would have handed youover to the police the other day.

I am respecting you because you are old.

And you look just like my dad.

That's why I want you to forget this and go back to wherever you came from.

Come, Uncle.

They are giving away a lot of stuff.

You also go for it.

I heard the man of diedwas very miser.

My dad worn this clothwhen he turned 85.

Our memories are tied with this.

Hey! Stop all this charade! You all are so crooked.

You killed your dadeven when he is alive.

What kind of a charity is itto distribute my stuff in front of me? All of you will go to hell.

All of you! Listen, Mister, you mind your own business and let me do ours.

Here you go.

Cheers! Lawyer, quickly transferall the properties on my name.

Or else I will really kill him this time.

-Kishor?-Yes, I forgot.

On your name as well.

Mr.

Kishor, at least wait for some time.

Government process takesaround a month or so.

Hardly few days have gone.

Lawyer, whatever you want to do, just do it quickly.

This old man is such a pain.

Anyway, I can't wait any longer.

Don't forget my share in all this.

Come, Inspector.

They are the one.

They tried to wipe out my identity.

Inspector, he's a liar and an imposter.

He calls himself our dad.

Yes.

And anyway, his dad is no more.

I have the proof as well.

See.

What's all this? Who are you? Inspector, I am the owner of this house.

I don't know wherethey have hidden my papers and IDs.

Please help me.

Get me some proofand then I will help you.

One more thing, if you trouble them any further then I will put you behind bars.

Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you so much.

My childhood friend.

My son.

My daughter.

And my daughter-in-law.

Shame on you all! I'm ashamed to call you all my own.

It's better I die beforegoing through all this.

What are you waiting for?Throw him out of the house.

Get lost! Go! -Leave me!-Get out of here! You are not doing the right thingby throwing me out.

Sons are supposed to support their fatherin their old age.

Every single father have so many dreamsand hope while bringing up their son.

So that his son lights his father's funeral pyre and make offer him holy water.

But when his own son triesto kill his own father, it breaks their relationship.

Hello, I am Girish Jain.

Welcome to the new and unbelievableepisode of Crime Alert.

First, Kishor tried to prove that Ramdin is an imposter.

But Ramdin stood up for himself.

But Ramdin never thought that his son, Kishor and Kishor's wife, Madhu and his childhood friend were planning to commitsuch a heinous crime.

Right, dear? Father.

Listen, Mr.

Engineer.

We want you to reconstructour bungalow.

Don't worry about the money.

Mr.

Kishor, he's a famous engineer.

He will reconstruct your bungalow.

We will come with the bulldozer next week.

We will start bulldozing the whole house.

You can shift somewhere else.

-Right.

-Hey! Hey! What did you say? What did you just say? Who is he? You are going to demolish my house.

-Who is he?-Let me go! Don't worry.

He is mad.

He thinks he owns this bungalow.

Don't worry.

You guys get to work.

I will handle him.

I won't even let you touch a single brickof this house till I am alive.

-Not even a single brick!-Till you are alive, right? Dead can never come back.

I will show you then.

Till the time I get justice.

I will sit on hunger strike.

I won't spare any of you.

Just wait and watch.

I won't spare you.

Lord Krishna has said in Geeta, “When you don't find resolutionwhen you deal with it in peaceful manner, and war becomes your last option, then let it be warin order to get justice.

Be it your own or your enemy.

” Ramdin was standing on a crossroad.

He wasn't supposed to fight the worldbut his own.

Ramdin was fighting for his own identity.

A living man who had to provethat he is alive.

This was never going to beeasy for Ramdin.

On one hand, cunning criminalswere making dangerous plans and on the other hand, an outcry of a helpless father.

But Ramdin had begun his journeyto achieve his aim.

Let's see who wins.

Did you find anything about my father? I have been running aroundfor 15 days now.

We are trying.

Come back next week.

Inspector, I beg of you.

Please help me.

My kids have announced thatI am dead.

They tried to kill mefor my properties.

You have come here.

I am alive, Inspector.

I can't believe youjust because you are saying so.

Leave from here.

We have some other things to do.

Don't waste my time.

How do I make you believe, Inspector?How do I.

I'm Ramdin! Ramdin! Ramdin is standing in front of you!I'm alive! -I'm alive, Inspector!-Let's go.

I'm alive.

I am alive.

He seems disturbed.

There is something fishy.

We must look into it.

I am alive.

Mister, who are you? Where have you come from? I don't know who you are.

But please let this condolence ceremonytake place in peace.

Or else my deceased dadwill not rest in peace.

Throw him out of the house.

Father! Brother! Brother! Take a look.

-Sister-in-law.

-What happened? How did you get this video? It's a viral video.

I found it there.

Greedy kids faked theirfather's death while he's still alive.

I told you! Didn't I tell you? But you never listen to me.

You always do what you want to do.

We will be trappedif this video goes viral.

Shut up! Don't utter a word! This is all your fault.

Father.

-Please forgive us, Father.

-Father.

Father, you were right.

I don't know if you will find a placein heaven or hell.

But we will never get a placein hell.

We have wronged you.

Please forgive us.

Father, I am so ashamed thatI can't even ask for forgiveness.

Father, a father sees off his daughterfrom his house.

And I was helping them in orderto throw you out of your own house.

You should have killedeven before I was born.

Please forgive me, Father.

Forgive us.

-Come inside.

-Father, come.

-Come.

Come inside.

Come, Father.

One second.

Take this off.

You don't need it.

Come, Father.

Keep this receipt with you.

Bring the receipt alongwhen you come to collect ashes.

Leave now.

Who? Sir! I have a warrant for you as well.

How much money did you get o burn a 70-year-old man? Speak up! You won't tell me, right? -Speak up!-No, sir! -No, sir! Don't!-Tell me or else I will burn you.

No! I will tell you.

I will tell you! -I will tell you!-Stand up! I will tell you, sir! You won't go anywhere.

You will be under house arrestand you will do all the work.

Even you try to act smart.

I will kill you.

-Got it?-Well done, son! I never imagined thata son could stoop so low.

You pleaded to meand brought me into this house.

This is not right to keep me lockedin this house.

You have to wash these clothes.

You have to clean the whole house.

Once you are done with cleaning, come to the kitchen to cook.

Father, my friends are coming over.

Cook something for themwith your lovely hands.

Cook something delicious.

Okay? Father.

You have been on social media too.

Very smart.

Posting something new? I will tell you what to write.

Write, “I am Ramdin, and I am committing suicide.

My kids and my daughter-in-laware not to be blamed.

” Write it down.

Write, Father! I will write it.

Where are you off to? Brother, don't kill him with that.

Give him this.

This will make sure it's suicide.

-No.

Put it down! Don't shoot, Father! What did you just do? He killed Sohanlal.

Don't shoot, Father.

No, no.

Please forgive me.

So, Mr.

Lawyer, how are you going to prove that I killed him.

How can a dead man kill anyone? How will you prove that? You tell me.

Now you all are going to die.

We made a mistake.

I will be proved innocent.

-Just wait and watch!-Don't shoot! A dead man.

Ramdin, who is already dead, how can he kill anyone? He can't, right? He can't kill anyone, right? Am I right, Son? -Tell me.

-I am innocent.

It's all her fault.

I told you to kill him on the bank.

Why didn't you kill him then? We all are trapped because of you.

-Deal with it now.

-Shut up! You keep blabbering all the time.

I was trying to kill him.

It's not my fault that he survived.

It's been two hours now.

They didn't find the body.

I had told you.

-Why don't you find him?-I looked for him a lot.

I think he's dead in the river.

What if he comes back? Here is the money.

I don't want any hiccups.

Understood? Don't worry, sir.

Your secret is safe with me.

Bring along this receiptwhen you come day after tomorrow.

You will get the ashes of your father.

Hey! Get rid of this proof.

-Okay.

-Got it? My father was taking a bath on the bankof the river.

He was wearing red cloth.

Did you see him? No.

Please excuse me.

I will tell you rest of the story.

You must have thoughtthat I drowned in the river.

But I didn't die.

God saved me.

Someone helped me get out of the water.

Somehow I managed to reach here to see that you were paying final respectalthough I am alive.

You stooped so low for a son.

Sohanlal.

Get up, my friend.

Come.

Leave me, Sohanlal.

Let me die.

Sohanlal, you are my childhood friend.

You have betrayed me too.

You are hand in glovewith my crooked family members.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Forgive me.

I won't let you die.

I got strayed due to greed.

I don't believe you.

I will help you.

Please trust me, man.

We will teach them a lesson together.

I am with you.

Come, come.

Come.

He's alive.

-Brother.

-Sohanlal is alive.

-Sohanlal?-This is a fake gun.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Thank God I overheard your plan.

Or else I would have become a sinneras well.

All of you.

so cunning.

Always bad things happen to bad people.

I am telling youwe must get rid of Sohanlal as well.

He can't be trusted.

He will go back to Ramdin and won't let ushave our share of property too.

Yes.

I think she is right.

Fine then.

We will get rid of Sohanlalalong with father.

We might be good-for-nothingbut we have smartphone.

Don't try to act too smart with us.

All the proof is live on the internet.

Take a look.

Let's go, Mr.

Kishor.

You have killed one innocent man and you tried to prove a man deadeven though he is alive.

Let's get you behind the barsfor your crimes.

Inspector, how would you proveboth the crimes? Mr.

Lawyer, tell him.

We have his death certificate.

Did you hear him? Okay.

You have a death certificate.

And what do you have, Mr.

Ramdin? And this is the proof ofRamdin being alive.

Am I right, Mr.

Lawyer? Arrest him.

Hold on.

A man is always known for his identity.

He lives his whole life with his identity.

His identity is always thereeven when he's dead.

His identity is the base of his life.

They snatched Ramdin's name and identity.

But Ramdin didn't waste any time and proved that he's still alivewith the help of Aadhaar.

And criminals got punishedfor what they did.

I, Girish Jain, bid adieufrom this episode of Crime Alert.

I will see you againwith some other crime story to alert you.

Till then be alert and be safe.

Crime Alert, raise your voice against crime.

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Leave me! Let me go! -Daughter-in-law!-Father! Father! Is anybody here? Please help my father! Father! My father! My father is drowning.

Kishor! Father! Father! Kishor! Father! Father? -What happened?-Father drowned in the river.

He drowned.

Father! Father? Father? Father? Father! -Did you find him?-No.

What’s going on here? What’s happening here, son? I.

I am your father, Ramdin.

Stop all this.

Who are you, Mister? Where are you coming from? He looks just like my father.

You are right.

God is great.

He took away our fatherand sent you instead.

But who are you? Daughter-in-law, I am your father-in-law.

I’m the owner of this house.

Listen, whoever you are.

Please let us grief peacefullyand don’t create any scene.

Or else my deceased fatherwill not rest in peace.

-But, dear, I.

-Mister.

Please try to understand.

Let us complete this ritual.

I will talk to you then.

Sit over there till then.

Come with me.

Sohanlal.

Sohanlal! Sohanlal, you know me, right? Who the hell are you?Why are you hugging me? I’m your childhood friend, Sohanlal.

My childhood friend is dead.

I don’t even know you.

You should be ashamed, Sohanlal.

Sohanlal, you should be ashamed.

Don’t create any scene here.

Otherwise i will force you to leave here Great job, lawyer.

You know me, right? Why don’t you say something? Say something! Great job, lawyer.

How much money did you getto pretend? How much money did they give you? Mister, come with me.

Suman! Suman, get some water.

Okay, Mister, tell me who you areand where are you from.

I hope you are not doing thisfor our property.

I told you I am Ramdin.

I am your dad.

My father-in-law’s name is Ramdin.

He drowned in the river.

I don’t understandwhy you are doing this.

Are you trying to drive me crazy? Dear, if you ask me, we must hand this imposter overto the police.

No, don’t.

Listen, he looks like our father.

That makes him our father.

Do one thing.

Stay for the night.

We will feel good.

You can go tomorrow.

We will get you some clean clothes.

Listen! Listen! Listen! Kishor! What happened, Suman? Look at the mess.

I told you beforehand.

But you never listen to me.

Now deal with it.

I don’t know what he took with him.

No, Suman.

There was nothing importantin father’s room.

This is strange.

He looked just like my father.

But he ended up stealing.

Should we call the police? No, Madhu.

It won’t be goodfor the reputation of our family.

Hello.

Yes.

I am coming.

Suman, I will be back in an hour.

Where is my ID and my papers? Where are all the documents ofmy property? You have hidden it from me.

What are you trying to do exactly? Why are you all playing this game with me? Game? You are playingsuch a big game with us.

Which property papersare you referring to? What enmity do you have with us? What wrong have we done to you? Listen, my father’s soul is still notin peace and you are doing all this.

You will go to hell.

You are trying to prove me dead.

Listen, stop following me.

You won’t get a single penny from me, no matter what you do.

I won’t let you steal my identity.

Leave me! This wouldn’t have come to this if I would have handed youover to the police the other day.

I am respecting you because you are old.

And you look just like my dad.

That’s why I want you to forget this and go back to wherever you came from.

Come, Uncle.

They are giving away a lot of stuff.

You also go for it.

I heard the man of diedwas very miser.

My dad worn this clothwhen he turned 85.

Our memories are tied with this.

Hey! Stop all this charade! You all are so crooked.

You killed your dadeven when he is alive.

What kind of a charity is itto distribute my stuff in front of me? All of you will go to hell.

All of you! Listen, Mister, you mind your own business and let me do ours.

Here you go.

Cheers! Lawyer, quickly transferall the properties on my name.

Or else I will really kill him this time.

-Kishor?-Yes, I forgot.

On your name as well.

Mr.

Kishor, at least wait for some time.

Government process takesaround a month or so.

Hardly few days have gone.

Lawyer, whatever you want to do, just do it quickly.

This old man is such a pain.

Anyway, I can’t wait any longer.

Don’t forget my share in all this.

Come, Inspector.

They are the one.

They tried to wipe out my identity.

Inspector, he’s a liar and an imposter.

He calls himself our dad.

Yes.

And anyway, his dad is no more.

I have the proof as well.

See.

What’s all this? Who are you? Inspector, I am the owner of this house.

I don’t know wherethey have hidden my papers and IDs.

Please help me.

Get me some proofand then I will help you.

One more thing, if you trouble them any further then I will put you behind bars.

Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you so much.

My childhood friend.

My son.

My daughter.

And my daughter-in-law.

Shame on you all! I’m ashamed to call you all my own.

It’s better I die beforegoing through all this.

What are you waiting for?Throw him out of the house.

Get lost! Go! -Leave me!-Get out of here! You are not doing the right thingby throwing me out.

Sons are supposed to support their fatherin their old age.

Every single father have so many dreamsand hope while bringing up their son.

So that his son lights his father’s funeral pyre and make offer him holy water.

But when his own son triesto kill his own father, it breaks their relationship.

Hello, I am Girish Jain.

Welcome to the new and unbelievableepisode of Crime Alert.

First, Kishor tried to prove that Ramdin is an imposter.

But Ramdin stood up for himself.

But Ramdin never thought that his son, Kishor and Kishor’s wife, Madhu and his childhood friend were planning to commitsuch a heinous crime.

Right, dear? Father.

Listen, Mr.

Engineer.

We want you to reconstructour bungalow.

Don’t worry about the money.

Mr.

Kishor, he’s a famous engineer.

He will reconstruct your bungalow.

We will come with the bulldozer next week.

We will start bulldozing the whole house.

You can shift somewhere else.

-Right.

-Hey! Hey! What did you say? What did you just say? Who is he? You are going to demolish my house.

-Who is he?-Let me go! Don’t worry.

He is mad.

He thinks he owns this bungalow.

Don’t worry.

You guys get to work.

I will handle him.

I won’t even let you touch a single brickof this house till I am alive.

-Not even a single brick!-Till you are alive, right? Dead can never come back.

I will show you then.

Till the time I get justice.

I will sit on hunger strike.

I won’t spare any of you.

Just wait and watch.

I won’t spare you.

Lord Krishna has said in Geeta, “When you don’t find resolutionwhen you deal with it in peaceful manner, and war becomes your last option, then let it be warin order to get justice.

Be it your own or your enemy.

” Ramdin was standing on a crossroad.

He wasn’t supposed to fight the worldbut his own.

Ramdin was fighting for his own identity.

A living man who had to provethat he is alive.

This was never going to beeasy for Ramdin.

On one hand, cunning criminalswere making dangerous plans and on the other hand, an outcry of a helpless father.

But Ramdin had begun his journeyto achieve his aim.

Let’s see who wins.

Did you find anything about my father? I have been running aroundfor 15 days now.

We are trying.

Come back next week.

Inspector, I beg of you.

Please help me.

My kids have announced thatI am dead.

They tried to kill mefor my properties.

You have come here.

I am alive, Inspector.

I can’t believe youjust because you are saying so.

Leave from here.

We have some other things to do.

Don’t waste my time.

How do I make you believe, Inspector?How do I.

I’m Ramdin! Ramdin! Ramdin is standing in front of you!I’m alive! -I’m alive, Inspector!-Let’s go.

I’m alive.

I am alive.

He seems disturbed.

There is something fishy.

We must look into it.

I am alive.

Mister, who are you? Where have you come from? I don’t know who you are.

But please let this condolence ceremonytake place in peace.

Or else my deceased dadwill not rest in peace.

Throw him out of the house.

Father! Brother! Brother! Take a look.

-Sister-in-law.

-What happened? How did you get this video? It’s a viral video.

I found it there.

Greedy kids faked theirfather’s death while he’s still alive.

I told you! Didn’t I tell you? But you never listen to me.

You always do what you want to do.

We will be trappedif this video goes viral.

Shut up! Don’t utter a word! This is all your fault.

Father.

-Please forgive us, Father.

-Father.

Father, you were right.

I don’t know if you will find a placein heaven or hell.

But we will never get a placein hell.

We have wronged you.

Please forgive us.

Father, I am so ashamed thatI can’t even ask for forgiveness.

Father, a father sees off his daughterfrom his house.

And I was helping them in orderto throw you out of your own house.

You should have killedeven before I was born.

Please forgive me, Father.

Forgive us.

-Come inside.

-Father, come.

-Come.

Come inside.

Come, Father.

One second.

Take this off.

You don’t need it.

Come, Father.

Keep this receipt with you.

Bring the receipt alongwhen you come to collect ashes.

Leave now.

Who? Sir! I have a warrant for you as well.

How much money did you get o burn a 70-year-old man? Speak up! You won’t tell me, right? -Speak up!-No, sir! -No, sir! Don’t!-Tell me or else I will burn you.

No! I will tell you.

I will tell you! -I will tell you!-Stand up! I will tell you, sir! You won’t go anywhere.

You will be under house arrestand you will do all the work.

Even you try to act smart.

I will kill you.

-Got it?-Well done, son! I never imagined thata son could stoop so low.

You pleaded to meand brought me into this house.

This is not right to keep me lockedin this house.

You have to wash these clothes.

You have to clean the whole house.

Once you are done with cleaning, come to the kitchen to cook.

Father, my friends are coming over.

Cook something for themwith your lovely hands.

Cook something delicious.

Okay? Father.

You have been on social media too.

Very smart.

Posting something new? I will tell you what to write.

Write, “I am Ramdin, and I am committing suicide.

My kids and my daughter-in-laware not to be blamed.

” Write it down.

Write, Father! I will write it.

Where are you off to? Brother, don’t kill him with that.

Give him this.

This will make sure it’s suicide.

-No.

Put it down! Don’t shoot, Father! What did you just do? He killed Sohanlal.

Don’t shoot, Father.

No, no.

Please forgive me.

So, Mr.

Lawyer, how are you going to prove that I killed him.

How can a dead man kill anyone? How will you prove that? You tell me.

Now you all are going to die.

We made a mistake.

I will be proved innocent.

-Just wait and watch!-Don’t shoot! A dead man.

Ramdin, who is already dead, how can he kill anyone? He can’t, right? He can’t kill anyone, right? Am I right, Son? -Tell me.

-I am innocent.

It’s all her fault.

I told you to kill him on the bank.

Why didn’t you kill him then? We all are trapped because of you.

-Deal with it now.

-Shut up! You keep blabbering all the time.

I was trying to kill him.

It’s not my fault that he survived.

It’s been two hours now.

They didn’t find the body.

I had told you.

-Why don’t you find him?-I looked for him a lot.

I think he’s dead in the river.

What if he comes back? Here is the money.

I don’t want any hiccups.

Understood? Don’t worry, sir.

Your secret is safe with me.

Bring along this receiptwhen you come day after tomorrow.

You will get the ashes of your father.

Hey! Get rid of this proof.

-Okay.

-Got it? My father was taking a bath on the bankof the river.

He was wearing red cloth.

Did you see him? No.

Please excuse me.

I will tell you rest of the story.

You must have thoughtthat I drowned in the river.

But I didn’t die.

God saved me.

Someone helped me get out of the water.

Somehow I managed to reach here to see that you were paying final respectalthough I am alive.

You stooped so low for a son.

Sohanlal.

Get up, my friend.

Come.

Leave me, Sohanlal.

Let me die.

Sohanlal, you are my childhood friend.

You have betrayed me too.

You are hand in glovewith my crooked family members.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Forgive me.

I won’t let you die.

I got strayed due to greed.

I don’t believe you.

I will help you.

Please trust me, man.

We will teach them a lesson together.

I am with you.

Come, come.

Come.

He’s alive.

-Brother.

-Sohanlal is alive.

-Sohanlal?-This is a fake gun.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Thank God I overheard your plan.

Or else I would have become a sinneras well.

All of you.

so cunning.

Always bad things happen to bad people.

I am telling youwe must get rid of Sohanlal as well.

He can’t be trusted.

He will go back to Ramdin and won’t let ushave our share of property too.

Yes.

I think she is right.

Fine then.

We will get rid of Sohanlalalong with father.

We might be good-for-nothingbut we have smartphone.

Don’t try to act too smart with us.

All the proof is live on the internet.

Take a look.

Let’s go, Mr.

Kishor.

You have killed one innocent man and you tried to prove a man deadeven though he is alive.

Let’s get you behind the barsfor your crimes.

Inspector, how would you proveboth the crimes? Mr.

Lawyer, tell him.

We have his death certificate.

Did you hear him? Okay.

You have a death certificate.

And what do you have, Mr.

Ramdin? And this is the proof ofRamdin being alive.

Am I right, Mr.

Lawyer? Arrest him.

Hold on.

A man is always known for his identity.

He lives his whole life with his identity.

His identity is always thereeven when he’s dead.

His identity is the base of his life.

They snatched Ramdin’s name and identity.

But Ramdin didn’t waste any time and proved that he’s still alivewith the help of Aadhaar.

And criminals got punishedfor what they did.

I, Girish Jain, bid adieufrom this episode of Crime Alert.

I will see you againwith some other crime story to alert you.

Till then be alert and be safe.

Crime Alert, raise your voice against crime.

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Leave me! Let me go! -Daughter-in-law!-Father! Father! Is anybody here? Please help my father! Father! My father! My father is drowning.

Kishor! Father! Father! Kishor! Father! Father? -What happened?-Father drowned in the river.

He drowned.

Father! Father? Father? Father? Father! -Did you find him?-No.

What’s going on here? What’s happening here, son? I.

I am your father, Ramdin.

Stop all this.

Who are you, Mister? Where are you coming from? He looks just like my father.

You are right.

God is great.

He took away our fatherand sent you instead.

But who are you? Daughter-in-law, I am your father-in-law.

I’m the owner of this house.

Listen, whoever you are.

Please let us grief peacefullyand don’t create any scene.

Or else my deceased fatherwill not rest in peace.

-But, dear, I.

-Mister.

Please try to understand.

Let us complete this ritual.

I will talk to you then.

Sit over there till then.

Come with me.

Sohanlal.

Sohanlal! Sohanlal, you know me, right? Who the hell are you?Why are you hugging me? I’m your childhood friend, Sohanlal.

My childhood friend is dead.

I don’t even know you.

You should be ashamed, Sohanlal.

Sohanlal, you should be ashamed.

Don’t create any scene here.

Otherwise i will force you to leave here Great job, lawyer.

You know me, right? Why don’t you say something? Say something! Great job, lawyer.

How much money did you getto pretend? How much money did they give you? Mister, come with me.

Suman! Suman, get some water.

Okay, Mister, tell me who you areand where are you from.

I hope you are not doing thisfor our property.

I told you I am Ramdin.

I am your dad.

My father-in-law’s name is Ramdin.

He drowned in the river.

I don’t understandwhy you are doing this.

Are you trying to drive me crazy? Dear, if you ask me, we must hand this imposter overto the police.

No, don’t.

Listen, he looks like our father.

That makes him our father.

Do one thing.

Stay for the night.

We will feel good.

You can go tomorrow.

We will get you some clean clothes.

Listen! Listen! Listen! Kishor! What happened, Suman? Look at the mess.

I told you beforehand.

But you never listen to me.

Now deal with it.

I don’t know what he took with him.

No, Suman.

There was nothing importantin father’s room.

This is strange.

He looked just like my father.

But he ended up stealing.

Should we call the police? No, Madhu.

It won’t be goodfor the reputation of our family.

Hello.

Yes.

I am coming.

Suman, I will be back in an hour.

Where is my ID and my papers? Where are all the documents ofmy property? You have hidden it from me.

What are you trying to do exactly? Why are you all playing this game with me? Game? You are playingsuch a big game with us.

Which property papersare you referring to? What enmity do you have with us? What wrong have we done to you? Listen, my father’s soul is still notin peace and you are doing all this.

You will go to hell.

You are trying to prove me dead.

Listen, stop following me.

You won’t get a single penny from me, no matter what you do.

I won’t let you steal my identity.

Leave me! This wouldn’t have come to this if I would have handed youover to the police the other day.

I am respecting you because you are old.

And you look just like my dad.

That’s why I want you to forget this and go back to wherever you came from.

Come, Uncle.

They are giving away a lot of stuff.

You also go for it.

I heard the man of diedwas very miser.

My dad worn this clothwhen he turned 85.

Our memories are tied with this.

Hey! Stop all this charade! You all are so crooked.

You killed your dadeven when he is alive.

What kind of a charity is itto distribute my stuff in front of me? All of you will go to hell.

All of you! Listen, Mister, you mind your own business and let me do ours.

Here you go.

Cheers! Lawyer, quickly transferall the properties on my name.

Or else I will really kill him this time.

-Kishor?-Yes, I forgot.

On your name as well.

Mr.

Kishor, at least wait for some time.

Government process takesaround a month or so.

Hardly few days have gone.

Lawyer, whatever you want to do, just do it quickly.

This old man is such a pain.

Anyway, I can’t wait any longer.

Don’t forget my share in all this.

Come, Inspector.

They are the one.

They tried to wipe out my identity.

Inspector, he’s a liar and an imposter.

He calls himself our dad.

Yes.

And anyway, his dad is no more.

I have the proof as well.

See.

What’s all this? Who are you? Inspector, I am the owner of this house.

I don’t know wherethey have hidden my papers and IDs.

Please help me.

Get me some proofand then I will help you.

One more thing, if you trouble them any further then I will put you behind bars.

Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you so much.

My childhood friend.

My son.

My daughter.

And my daughter-in-law.

Shame on you all! I’m ashamed to call you all my own.

It’s better I die beforegoing through all this.

What are you waiting for?Throw him out of the house.

Get lost! Go! -Leave me!-Get out of here! You are not doing the right thingby throwing me out.

Sons are supposed to support their fatherin their old age.

Every single father have so many dreamsand hope while bringing up their son.

So that his son lights his father’s funeral pyre and make offer him holy water.

But when his own son triesto kill his own father, it breaks their relationship.

Hello, I am Girish Jain.

Welcome to the new and unbelievableepisode of Crime Alert.

First, Kishor tried to prove that Ramdin is an imposter.

But Ramdin stood up for himself.

But Ramdin never thought that his son, Kishor and Kishor’s wife, Madhu and his childhood friend were planning to commitsuch a heinous crime.

Right, dear? Father.

Listen, Mr.

Engineer.

We want you to reconstructour bungalow.

Don’t worry about the money.

Mr.

Kishor, he’s a famous engineer.

He will reconstruct your bungalow.

We will come with the bulldozer next week.

We will start bulldozing the whole house.

You can shift somewhere else.

-Right.

-Hey! Hey! What did you say? What did you just say? Who is he? You are going to demolish my house.

-Who is he?-Let me go! Don’t worry.

He is mad.

He thinks he owns this bungalow.

Don’t worry.

You guys get to work.

I will handle him.

I won’t even let you touch a single brickof this house till I am alive.

-Not even a single brick!-Till you are alive, right? Dead can never come back.

I will show you then.

Till the time I get justice.

I will sit on hunger strike.

I won’t spare any of you.

Just wait and watch.

I won’t spare you.

Lord Krishna has said in Geeta, “When you don’t find resolutionwhen you deal with it in peaceful manner, and war becomes your last option, then let it be warin order to get justice.

Be it your own or your enemy.

” Ramdin was standing on a crossroad.

He wasn’t supposed to fight the worldbut his own.

Ramdin was fighting for his own identity.

A living man who had to provethat he is alive.

This was never going to beeasy for Ramdin.

On one hand, cunning criminalswere making dangerous plans and on the other hand, an outcry of a helpless father.

But Ramdin had begun his journeyto achieve his aim.

Let’s see who wins.

Did you find anything about my father? I have been running aroundfor 15 days now.

We are trying.

Come back next week.

Inspector, I beg of you.

Please help me.

My kids have announced thatI am dead.

They tried to kill mefor my properties.

You have come here.

I am alive, Inspector.

I can’t believe youjust because you are saying so.

Leave from here.

We have some other things to do.

Don’t waste my time.

How do I make you believe, Inspector?How do I.

I’m Ramdin! Ramdin! Ramdin is standing in front of you!I’m alive! -I’m alive, Inspector!-Let’s go.

I’m alive.

I am alive.

He seems disturbed.

There is something fishy.

We must look into it.

I am alive.

Mister, who are you? Where have you come from? I don’t know who you are.

But please let this condolence ceremonytake place in peace.

Or else my deceased dadwill not rest in peace.

Throw him out of the house.

Father! Brother! Brother! Take a look.

-Sister-in-law.

-What happened? How did you get this video? It’s a viral video.

I found it there.

Greedy kids faked theirfather’s death while he’s still alive.

I told you! Didn’t I tell you? But you never listen to me.

You always do what you want to do.

We will be trappedif this video goes viral.

Shut up! Don’t utter a word! This is all your fault.

Father.

-Please forgive us, Father.

-Father.

Father, you were right.

I don’t know if you will find a placein heaven or hell.

But we will never get a placein hell.

We have wronged you.

Please forgive us.

Father, I am so ashamed thatI can’t even ask for forgiveness.

Father, a father sees off his daughterfrom his house.

And I was helping them in orderto throw you out of your own house.

You should have killedeven before I was born.

Please forgive me, Father.

Forgive us.

-Come inside.

-Father, come.

-Come.

Come inside.

Come, Father.

One second.

Take this off.

You don’t need it.

Come, Father.

Keep this receipt with you.

Bring the receipt alongwhen you come to collect ashes.

Leave now.

Who? Sir! I have a warrant for you as well.

How much money did you get o burn a 70-year-old man? Speak up! You won’t tell me, right? -Speak up!-No, sir! -No, sir! Don’t!-Tell me or else I will burn you.

No! I will tell you.

I will tell you! -I will tell you!-Stand up! I will tell you, sir! You won’t go anywhere.

You will be under house arrestand you will do all the work.

Even you try to act smart.

I will kill you.

-Got it?-Well done, son! I never imagined thata son could stoop so low.

You pleaded to meand brought me into this house.

This is not right to keep me lockedin this house.

You have to wash these clothes.

You have to clean the whole house.

Once you are done with cleaning, come to the kitchen to cook.

Father, my friends are coming over.

Cook something for themwith your lovely hands.

Cook something delicious.

Okay? Father.

You have been on social media too.

Very smart.

Posting something new? I will tell you what to write.

Write, “I am Ramdin, and I am committing suicide.

My kids and my daughter-in-laware not to be blamed.

” Write it down.

Write, Father! I will write it.

Where are you off to? Brother, don’t kill him with that.

Give him this.

This will make sure it’s suicide.

-No.

Put it down! Don’t shoot, Father! What did you just do? He killed Sohanlal.

Don’t shoot, Father.

No, no.

Please forgive me.

So, Mr.

Lawyer, how are you going to prove that I killed him.

How can a dead man kill anyone? How will you prove that? You tell me.

Now you all are going to die.

We made a mistake.

I will be proved innocent.

-Just wait and watch!-Don’t shoot! A dead man.

Ramdin, who is already dead, how can he kill anyone? He can’t, right? He can’t kill anyone, right? Am I right, Son? -Tell me.

-I am innocent.

It’s all her fault.

I told you to kill him on the bank.

Why didn’t you kill him then? We all are trapped because of you.

-Deal with it now.

-Shut up! You keep blabbering all the time.

I was trying to kill him.

It’s not my fault that he survived.

It’s been two hours now.

They didn’t find the body.

I had told you.

-Why don’t you find him?-I looked for him a lot.

I think he’s dead in the river.

What if he comes back? Here is the money.

I don’t want any hiccups.

Understood? Don’t worry, sir.

Your secret is safe with me.

Bring along this receiptwhen you come day after tomorrow.

You will get the ashes of your father.

Hey! Get rid of this proof.

-Okay.

-Got it? My father was taking a bath on the bankof the river.

He was wearing red cloth.

Did you see him? No.

Please excuse me.

I will tell you rest of the story.

You must have thoughtthat I drowned in the river.

But I didn’t die.

God saved me.

Someone helped me get out of the water.

Somehow I managed to reach here to see that you were paying final respectalthough I am alive.

You stooped so low for a son.

Sohanlal.

Get up, my friend.

Come.

Leave me, Sohanlal.

Let me die.

Sohanlal, you are my childhood friend.

You have betrayed me too.

You are hand in glovewith my crooked family members.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Forgive me.

I won’t let you die.

I got strayed due to greed.

I don’t believe you.

I will help you.

Please trust me, man.

We will teach them a lesson together.

I am with you.

Come, come.

Come.

He’s alive.

-Brother.

-Sohanlal is alive.

-Sohanlal?-This is a fake gun.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Thank God I overheard your plan.

Or else I would have become a sinneras well.

All of you.

so cunning.

Always bad things happen to bad people.

I am telling youwe must get rid of Sohanlal as well.

He can’t be trusted.

He will go back to Ramdin and won’t let ushave our share of property too.

Yes.

I think she is right.

Fine then.

We will get rid of Sohanlalalong with father.

We might be good-for-nothingbut we have smartphone.

Don’t try to act too smart with us.

All the proof is live on the internet.

Take a look.

Let’s go, Mr.

Kishor.

You have killed one innocent man and you tried to prove a man deadeven though he is alive.

Let’s get you behind the barsfor your crimes.

Inspector, how would you proveboth the crimes? Mr.

Lawyer, tell him.

We have his death certificate.

Did you hear him? Okay.

You have a death certificate.

And what do you have, Mr.

Ramdin? And this is the proof ofRamdin being alive.

Am I right, Mr.

Lawyer? Arrest him.

Hold on.

A man is always known for his identity.

He lives his whole life with his identity.

His identity is always thereeven when he’s dead.

His identity is the base of his life.

They snatched Ramdin’s name and identity.

But Ramdin didn’t waste any time and proved that he’s still alivewith the help of Aadhaar.

And criminals got punishedfor what they did.

I, Girish Jain, bid adieufrom this episode of Crime Alert.

I will see you againwith some other crime story to alert you.

Till then be alert and be safe.

Crime Alert, raise your voice against crime.

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Leave me! Let me go! -Daughter-in-law!-Father! Father! Is anybody here? Please help my father! Father! My father! My father is drowning.

Kishor! Father! Father! Kishor! Father! Father? -What happened?-Father drowned in the river.

He drowned.

Father! Father? Father? Father? Father! -Did you find him?-No.

What's going on here? What's happening here, son? I.

I am your father, Ramdin.

Stop all this.

Who are you, Mister? Where are you coming from? He looks just like my father.

You are right.

God is great.

He took away our fatherand sent you instead.

But who are you? Daughter-in-law, I am your father-in-law.

I'm the owner of this house.

Listen, whoever you are.

Please let us grief peacefullyand don't create any scene.

Or else my deceased fatherwill not rest in peace.

-But, dear, I.

-Mister.

Please try to understand.

Let us complete this ritual.

I will talk to you then.

Sit over there till then.

Come with me.

Sohanlal.

Sohanlal! Sohanlal, you know me, right? Who the hell are you?Why are you hugging me? I'm your childhood friend, Sohanlal.

My childhood friend is dead.

I don't even know you.

You should be ashamed, Sohanlal.

Sohanlal, you should be ashamed.

Don't create any scene here.

Otherwise i will force you to leave here Great job, lawyer.

You know me, right? Why don't you say something? Say something! Great job, lawyer.

How much money did you getto pretend? How much money did they give you? Mister, come with me.

Suman! Suman, get some water.

Okay, Mister, tell me who you areand where are you from.

I hope you are not doing thisfor our property.

I told you I am Ramdin.

I am your dad.

My father-in-law's name is Ramdin.

He drowned in the river.

I don't understandwhy you are doing this.

Are you trying to drive me crazy? Dear, if you ask me, we must hand this imposter overto the police.

No, don't.

Listen, he looks like our father.

That makes him our father.

Do one thing.

Stay for the night.

We will feel good.

You can go tomorrow.

We will get you some clean clothes.

Listen! Listen! Listen! Kishor! What happened, Suman? Look at the mess.

I told you beforehand.

But you never listen to me.

Now deal with it.

I don't know what he took with him.

No, Suman.

There was nothing importantin father's room.

This is strange.

He looked just like my father.

But he ended up stealing.

Should we call the police? No, Madhu.

It won't be goodfor the reputation of our family.

Hello.

Yes.

I am coming.

Suman, I will be back in an hour.

Where is my ID and my papers? Where are all the documents ofmy property? You have hidden it from me.

What are you trying to do exactly? Why are you all playing this game with me? Game? You are playingsuch a big game with us.

Which property papersare you referring to? What enmity do you have with us? What wrong have we done to you? Listen, my father's soul is still notin peace and you are doing all this.

You will go to hell.

You are trying to prove me dead.

Listen, stop following me.

You won't get a single penny from me, no matter what you do.

I won't let you steal my identity.

Leave me! This wouldn't have come to this if I would have handed youover to the police the other day.

I am respecting you because you are old.

And you look just like my dad.

That's why I want you to forget this and go back to wherever you came from.

Come, Uncle.

They are giving away a lot of stuff.

You also go for it.

I heard the man of diedwas very miser.

My dad worn this clothwhen he turned 85.

Our memories are tied with this.

Hey! Stop all this charade! You all are so crooked.

You killed your dadeven when he is alive.

What kind of a charity is itto distribute my stuff in front of me? All of you will go to hell.

All of you! Listen, Mister, you mind your own business and let me do ours.

Here you go.

Cheers! Lawyer, quickly transferall the properties on my name.

Or else I will really kill him this time.

-Kishor?-Yes, I forgot.

On your name as well.

Mr.

Kishor, at least wait for some time.

Government process takesaround a month or so.

Hardly few days have gone.

Lawyer, whatever you want to do, just do it quickly.

This old man is such a pain.

Anyway, I can't wait any longer.

Don't forget my share in all this.

Come, Inspector.

They are the one.

They tried to wipe out my identity.

Inspector, he's a liar and an imposter.

He calls himself our dad.

Yes.

And anyway, his dad is no more.

I have the proof as well.

See.

What's all this? Who are you? Inspector, I am the owner of this house.

I don't know wherethey have hidden my papers and IDs.

Please help me.

Get me some proofand then I will help you.

One more thing, if you trouble them any further then I will put you behind bars.

Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you so much.

My childhood friend.

My son.

My daughter.

And my daughter-in-law.

Shame on you all! I'm ashamed to call you all my own.

It's better I die beforegoing through all this.

What are you waiting for?Throw him out of the house.

Get lost! Go! -Leave me!-Get out of here! You are not doing the right thingby throwing me out.

Sons are supposed to support their fatherin their old age.

Every single father have so many dreamsand hope while bringing up their son.

So that his son lights his father's funeral pyre and make offer him holy water.

But when his own son triesto kill his own father, it breaks their relationship.

Hello, I am Girish Jain.

Welcome to the new and unbelievableepisode of Crime Alert.

First, Kishor tried to prove that Ramdin is an imposter.

But Ramdin stood up for himself.

But Ramdin never thought that his son, Kishor and Kishor's wife, Madhu and his childhood friend were planning to commitsuch a heinous crime.

Right, dear? Father.

Listen, Mr.

Engineer.

We want you to reconstructour bungalow.

Don't worry about the money.

Mr.

Kishor, he's a famous engineer.

He will reconstruct your bungalow.

We will come with the bulldozer next week.

We will start bulldozing the whole house.

You can shift somewhere else.

-Right.

-Hey! Hey! What did you say? What did you just say? Who is he? You are going to demolish my house.

-Who is he?-Let me go! Don't worry.

He is mad.

He thinks he owns this bungalow.

Don't worry.

You guys get to work.

I will handle him.

I won't even let you touch a single brickof this house till I am alive.

-Not even a single brick!-Till you are alive, right? Dead can never come back.

I will show you then.

Till the time I get justice.

I will sit on hunger strike.

I won't spare any of you.

Just wait and watch.

I won't spare you.

Lord Krishna has said in Geeta, “When you don't find resolutionwhen you deal with it in peaceful manner, and war becomes your last option, then let it be warin order to get justice.

Be it your own or your enemy.

” Ramdin was standing on a crossroad.

He wasn't supposed to fight the worldbut his own.

Ramdin was fighting for his own identity.

A living man who had to provethat he is alive.

This was never going to beeasy for Ramdin.

On one hand, cunning criminalswere making dangerous plans and on the other hand, an outcry of a helpless father.

But Ramdin had begun his journeyto achieve his aim.

Let's see who wins.

Did you find anything about my father? I have been running aroundfor 15 days now.

We are trying.

Come back next week.

Inspector, I beg of you.

Please help me.

My kids have announced thatI am dead.

They tried to kill mefor my properties.

You have come here.

I am alive, Inspector.

I can't believe youjust because you are saying so.

Leave from here.

We have some other things to do.

Don't waste my time.

How do I make you believe, Inspector?How do I.

I'm Ramdin! Ramdin! Ramdin is standing in front of you!I'm alive! -I'm alive, Inspector!-Let's go.

I'm alive.

I am alive.

He seems disturbed.

There is something fishy.

We must look into it.

I am alive.

Mister, who are you? Where have you come from? I don't know who you are.

But please let this condolence ceremonytake place in peace.

Or else my deceased dadwill not rest in peace.

Throw him out of the house.

Father! Brother! Brother! Take a look.

-Sister-in-law.

-What happened? How did you get this video? It's a viral video.

I found it there.

Greedy kids faked theirfather's death while he's still alive.

I told you! Didn't I tell you? But you never listen to me.

You always do what you want to do.

We will be trappedif this video goes viral.

Shut up! Don't utter a word! This is all your fault.

Father.

-Please forgive us, Father.

-Father.

Father, you were right.

I don't know if you will find a placein heaven or hell.

But we will never get a placein hell.

We have wronged you.

Please forgive us.

Father, I am so ashamed thatI can't even ask for forgiveness.

Father, a father sees off his daughterfrom his house.

And I was helping them in orderto throw you out of your own house.

You should have killedeven before I was born.

Please forgive me, Father.

Forgive us.

-Come inside.

-Father, come.

-Come.

Come inside.

Come, Father.

One second.

Take this off.

You don't need it.

Come, Father.

Keep this receipt with you.

Bring the receipt alongwhen you come to collect ashes.

Leave now.

Who? Sir! I have a warrant for you as well.

How much money did you get o burn a 70-year-old man? Speak up! You won't tell me, right? -Speak up!-No, sir! -No, sir! Don't!-Tell me or else I will burn you.

No! I will tell you.

I will tell you! -I will tell you!-Stand up! I will tell you, sir! You won't go anywhere.

You will be under house arrestand you will do all the work.

Even you try to act smart.

I will kill you.

-Got it?-Well done, son! I never imagined thata son could stoop so low.

You pleaded to meand brought me into this house.

This is not right to keep me lockedin this house.

You have to wash these clothes.

You have to clean the whole house.

Once you are done with cleaning, come to the kitchen to cook.

Father, my friends are coming over.

Cook something for themwith your lovely hands.

Cook something delicious.

Okay? Father.

You have been on social media too.

Very smart.

Posting something new? I will tell you what to write.

Write, “I am Ramdin, and I am committing suicide.

My kids and my daughter-in-laware not to be blamed.

” Write it down.

Write, Father! I will write it.

Where are you off to? Brother, don't kill him with that.

Give him this.

This will make sure it's suicide.

-No.

Put it down! Don't shoot, Father! What did you just do? He killed Sohanlal.

Don't shoot, Father.

No, no.

Please forgive me.

So, Mr.

Lawyer, how are you going to prove that I killed him.

How can a dead man kill anyone? How will you prove that? You tell me.

Now you all are going to die.

We made a mistake.

I will be proved innocent.

-Just wait and watch!-Don't shoot! A dead man.

Ramdin, who is already dead, how can he kill anyone? He can't, right? He can't kill anyone, right? Am I right, Son? -Tell me.

-I am innocent.

It's all her fault.

I told you to kill him on the bank.

Why didn't you kill him then? We all are trapped because of you.

-Deal with it now.

-Shut up! You keep blabbering all the time.

I was trying to kill him.

It's not my fault that he survived.

It's been two hours now.

They didn't find the body.

I had told you.

-Why don't you find him?-I looked for him a lot.

I think he's dead in the river.

What if he comes back? Here is the money.

I don't want any hiccups.

Understood? Don't worry, sir.

Your secret is safe with me.

Bring along this receiptwhen you come day after tomorrow.

You will get the ashes of your father.

Hey! Get rid of this proof.

-Okay.

-Got it? My father was taking a bath on the bankof the river.

He was wearing red cloth.

Did you see him? No.

Please excuse me.

I will tell you rest of the story.

You must have thoughtthat I drowned in the river.

But I didn't die.

God saved me.

Someone helped me get out of the water.

Somehow I managed to reach here to see that you were paying final respectalthough I am alive.

You stooped so low for a son.

Sohanlal.

Get up, my friend.

Come.

Leave me, Sohanlal.

Let me die.

Sohanlal, you are my childhood friend.

You have betrayed me too.

You are hand in glovewith my crooked family members.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Forgive me.

I won't let you die.

I got strayed due to greed.

I don't believe you.

I will help you.

Please trust me, man.

We will teach them a lesson together.

I am with you.

Come, come.

Come.

He's alive.

-Brother.

-Sohanlal is alive.

-Sohanlal?-This is a fake gun.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Thank God I overheard your plan.

Or else I would have become a sinneras well.

All of you.

so cunning.

Always bad things happen to bad people.

I am telling youwe must get rid of Sohanlal as well.

He can't be trusted.

He will go back to Ramdin and won't let ushave our share of property too.

Yes.

I think she is right.

Fine then.

We will get rid of Sohanlalalong with father.

We might be good-for-nothingbut we have smartphone.

Don't try to act too smart with us.

All the proof is live on the internet.

Take a look.

Let's go, Mr.

Kishor.

You have killed one innocent man and you tried to prove a man deadeven though he is alive.

Let's get you behind the barsfor your crimes.

Inspector, how would you proveboth the crimes? Mr.

Lawyer, tell him.

We have his death certificate.

Did you hear him? Okay.

You have a death certificate.

And what do you have, Mr.

Ramdin? And this is the proof ofRamdin being alive.

Am I right, Mr.

Lawyer? Arrest him.

Hold on.

A man is always known for his identity.

He lives his whole life with his identity.

His identity is always thereeven when he's dead.

His identity is the base of his life.

They snatched Ramdin's name and identity.

But Ramdin didn't waste any time and proved that he's still alivewith the help of Aadhaar.

And criminals got punishedfor what they did.

I, Girish Jain, bid adieufrom this episode of Crime Alert.

I will see you againwith some other crime story to alert you.

Till then be alert and be safe.

Crime Alert, raise your voice against crime.

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Leave me! Let me go! -Daughter-in-law!-Father! Father! Is anybody here? Please help my father! Father! My father! My father is drowning.

Kishor! Father! Father! Kishor! Father! Father? -What happened?-Father drowned in the river.

He drowned.

Father! Father? Father? Father? Father! -Did you find him?-No.

What's going on here? What's happening here, son? I.

I am your father, Ramdin.

Stop all this.

Who are you, Mister? Where are you coming from? He looks just like my father.

You are right.

God is great.

He took away our fatherand sent you instead.

But who are you? Daughter-in-law, I am your father-in-law.

I'm the owner of this house.

Listen, whoever you are.

Please let us grief peacefullyand don't create any scene.

Or else my deceased fatherwill not rest in peace.

-But, dear, I.

-Mister.

Please try to understand.

Let us complete this ritual.

I will talk to you then.

Sit over there till then.

Come with me.

Sohanlal.

Sohanlal! Sohanlal, you know me, right? Who the hell are you?Why are you hugging me? I'm your childhood friend, Sohanlal.

My childhood friend is dead.

I don't even know you.

You should be ashamed, Sohanlal.

Sohanlal, you should be ashamed.

Don't create any scene here.

Otherwise i will force you to leave here Great job, lawyer.

You know me, right? Why don't you say something? Say something! Great job, lawyer.

How much money did you getto pretend? How much money did they give you? Mister, come with me.

Suman! Suman, get some water.

Okay, Mister, tell me who you areand where are you from.

I hope you are not doing thisfor our property.

I told you I am Ramdin.

I am your dad.

My father-in-law's name is Ramdin.

He drowned in the river.

I don't understandwhy you are doing this.

Are you trying to drive me crazy? Dear, if you ask me, we must hand this imposter overto the police.

No, don't.

Listen, he looks like our father.

That makes him our father.

Do one thing.

Stay for the night.

We will feel good.

You can go tomorrow.

We will get you some clean clothes.

Listen! Listen! Listen! Kishor! What happened, Suman? Look at the mess.

I told you beforehand.

But you never listen to me.

Now deal with it.

I don't know what he took with him.

No, Suman.

There was nothing importantin father's room.

This is strange.

He looked just like my father.

But he ended up stealing.

Should we call the police? No, Madhu.

It won't be goodfor the reputation of our family.

Hello.

Yes.

I am coming.

Suman, I will be back in an hour.

Where is my ID and my papers? Where are all the documents ofmy property? You have hidden it from me.

What are you trying to do exactly? Why are you all playing this game with me? Game? You are playingsuch a big game with us.

Which property papersare you referring to? What enmity do you have with us? What wrong have we done to you? Listen, my father's soul is still notin peace and you are doing all this.

You will go to hell.

You are trying to prove me dead.

Listen, stop following me.

You won't get a single penny from me, no matter what you do.

I won't let you steal my identity.

Leave me! This wouldn't have come to this if I would have handed youover to the police the other day.

I am respecting you because you are old.

And you look just like my dad.

That's why I want you to forget this and go back to wherever you came from.

Come, Uncle.

They are giving away a lot of stuff.

You also go for it.

I heard the man of diedwas very miser.

My dad worn this clothwhen he turned 85.

Our memories are tied with this.

Hey! Stop all this charade! You all are so crooked.

You killed your dadeven when he is alive.

What kind of a charity is itto distribute my stuff in front of me? All of you will go to hell.

All of you! Listen, Mister, you mind your own business and let me do ours.

Here you go.

Cheers! Lawyer, quickly transferall the properties on my name.

Or else I will really kill him this time.

-Kishor?-Yes, I forgot.

On your name as well.

Mr.

Kishor, at least wait for some time.

Government process takesaround a month or so.

Hardly few days have gone.

Lawyer, whatever you want to do, just do it quickly.

This old man is such a pain.

Anyway, I can't wait any longer.

Don't forget my share in all this.

Come, Inspector.

They are the one.

They tried to wipe out my identity.

Inspector, he's a liar and an imposter.

He calls himself our dad.

Yes.

And anyway, his dad is no more.

I have the proof as well.

See.

What's all this? Who are you? Inspector, I am the owner of this house.

I don't know wherethey have hidden my papers and IDs.

Please help me.

Get me some proofand then I will help you.

One more thing, if you trouble them any further then I will put you behind bars.

Thank you, Inspector.

Thank you so much.

My childhood friend.

My son.

My daughter.

And my daughter-in-law.

Shame on you all! I'm ashamed to call you all my own.

It's better I die beforegoing through all this.

What are you waiting for?Throw him out of the house.

Get lost! Go! -Leave me!-Get out of here! You are not doing the right thingby throwing me out.

Sons are supposed to support their fatherin their old age.

Every single father have so many dreamsand hope while bringing up their son.

So that his son lights his father's funeral pyre and make offer him holy water.

But when his own son triesto kill his own father, it breaks their relationship.

Hello, I am Girish Jain.

Welcome to the new and unbelievableepisode of Crime Alert.

First, Kishor tried to prove that Ramdin is an imposter.

But Ramdin stood up for himself.

But Ramdin never thought that his son, Kishor and Kishor's wife, Madhu and his childhood friend were planning to commitsuch a heinous crime.

Right, dear? Father.

Listen, Mr.

Engineer.

We want you to reconstructour bungalow.

Don't worry about the money.

Mr.

Kishor, he's a famous engineer.

He will reconstruct your bungalow.

We will come with the bulldozer next week.

We will start bulldozing the whole house.

You can shift somewhere else.

-Right.

-Hey! Hey! What did you say? What did you just say? Who is he? You are going to demolish my house.

-Who is he?-Let me go! Don't worry.

He is mad.

He thinks he owns this bungalow.

Don't worry.

You guys get to work.

I will handle him.

I won't even let you touch a single brickof this house till I am alive.

-Not even a single brick!-Till you are alive, right? Dead can never come back.

I will show you then.

Till the time I get justice.

I will sit on hunger strike.

I won't spare any of you.

Just wait and watch.

I won't spare you.

Lord Krishna has said in Geeta, “When you don't find resolutionwhen you deal with it in peaceful manner, and war becomes your last option, then let it be warin order to get justice.

Be it your own or your enemy.

” Ramdin was standing on a crossroad.

He wasn't supposed to fight the worldbut his own.

Ramdin was fighting for his own identity.

A living man who had to provethat he is alive.

This was never going to beeasy for Ramdin.

On one hand, cunning criminalswere making dangerous plans and on the other hand, an outcry of a helpless father.

But Ramdin had begun his journeyto achieve his aim.

Let's see who wins.

Did you find anything about my father? I have been running aroundfor 15 days now.

We are trying.

Come back next week.

Inspector, I beg of you.

Please help me.

My kids have announced thatI am dead.

They tried to kill mefor my properties.

You have come here.

I am alive, Inspector.

I can't believe youjust because you are saying so.

Leave from here.

We have some other things to do.

Don't waste my time.

How do I make you believe, Inspector?How do I.

I'm Ramdin! Ramdin! Ramdin is standing in front of you!I'm alive! -I'm alive, Inspector!-Let's go.

I'm alive.

I am alive.

He seems disturbed.

There is something fishy.

We must look into it.

I am alive.

Mister, who are you? Where have you come from? I don't know who you are.

But please let this condolence ceremonytake place in peace.

Or else my deceased dadwill not rest in peace.

Throw him out of the house.

Father! Brother! Brother! Take a look.

-Sister-in-law.

-What happened? How did you get this video? It's a viral video.

I found it there.

Greedy kids faked theirfather's death while he's still alive.

I told you! Didn't I tell you? But you never listen to me.

You always do what you want to do.

We will be trappedif this video goes viral.

Shut up! Don't utter a word! This is all your fault.

Father.

-Please forgive us, Father.

-Father.

Father, you were right.

I don't know if you will find a placein heaven or hell.

But we will never get a placein hell.

We have wronged you.

Please forgive us.

Father, I am so ashamed thatI can't even ask for forgiveness.

Father, a father sees off his daughterfrom his house.

And I was helping them in orderto throw you out of your own house.

You should have killedeven before I was born.

Please forgive me, Father.

Forgive us.

-Come inside.

-Father, come.

-Come.

Come inside.

Come, Father.

One second.

Take this off.

You don't need it.

Come, Father.

Keep this receipt with you.

Bring the receipt alongwhen you come to collect ashes.

Leave now.

Who? Sir! I have a warrant for you as well.

How much money did you get o burn a 70-year-old man? Speak up! You won't tell me, right? -Speak up!-No, sir! -No, sir! Don't!-Tell me or else I will burn you.

No! I will tell you.

I will tell you! -I will tell you!-Stand up! I will tell you, sir! You won't go anywhere.

You will be under house arrestand you will do all the work.

Even you try to act smart.

I will kill you.

-Got it?-Well done, son! I never imagined thata son could stoop so low.

You pleaded to meand brought me into this house.

This is not right to keep me lockedin this house.

You have to wash these clothes.

You have to clean the whole house.

Once you are done with cleaning, come to the kitchen to cook.

Father, my friends are coming over.

Cook something for themwith your lovely hands.

Cook something delicious.

Okay? Father.

You have been on social media too.

Very smart.

Posting something new? I will tell you what to write.

Write, “I am Ramdin, and I am committing suicide.

My kids and my daughter-in-laware not to be blamed.

” Write it down.

Write, Father! I will write it.

Where are you off to? Brother, don't kill him with that.

Give him this.

This will make sure it's suicide.

-No.

Put it down! Don't shoot, Father! What did you just do? He killed Sohanlal.

Don't shoot, Father.

No, no.

Please forgive me.

So, Mr.

Lawyer, how are you going to prove that I killed him.

How can a dead man kill anyone? How will you prove that? You tell me.

Now you all are going to die.

We made a mistake.

I will be proved innocent.

-Just wait and watch!-Don't shoot! A dead man.

Ramdin, who is already dead, how can he kill anyone? He can't, right? He can't kill anyone, right? Am I right, Son? -Tell me.

-I am innocent.

It's all her fault.

I told you to kill him on the bank.

Why didn't you kill him then? We all are trapped because of you.

-Deal with it now.

-Shut up! You keep blabbering all the time.

I was trying to kill him.

It's not my fault that he survived.

It's been two hours now.

They didn't find the body.

I had told you.

-Why don't you find him?-I looked for him a lot.

I think he's dead in the river.

What if he comes back? Here is the money.

I don't want any hiccups.

Understood? Don't worry, sir.

Your secret is safe with me.

Bring along this receiptwhen you come day after tomorrow.

You will get the ashes of your father.

Hey! Get rid of this proof.

-Okay.

-Got it? My father was taking a bath on the bankof the river.

He was wearing red cloth.

Did you see him? No.

Please excuse me.

I will tell you rest of the story.

You must have thoughtthat I drowned in the river.

But I didn't die.

God saved me.

Someone helped me get out of the water.

Somehow I managed to reach here to see that you were paying final respectalthough I am alive.

You stooped so low for a son.

Sohanlal.

Get up, my friend.

Come.

Leave me, Sohanlal.

Let me die.

Sohanlal, you are my childhood friend.

You have betrayed me too.

You are hand in glovewith my crooked family members.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Forgive me.

I won't let you die.

I got strayed due to greed.

I don't believe you.

I will help you.

Please trust me, man.

We will teach them a lesson together.

I am with you.

Come, come.

Come.

He's alive.

-Brother.

-Sohanlal is alive.

-Sohanlal?-This is a fake gun.

Please forgive me, my friend.

Thank God I overheard your plan.

Or else I would have become a sinneras well.

All of you.

so cunning.

Always bad things happen to bad people.

I am telling youwe must get rid of Sohanlal as well.

He can't be trusted.

He will go back to Ramdin and won't let ushave our share of property too.

Yes.

I think she is right.

Fine then.

We will get rid of Sohanlalalong with father.

We might be good-for-nothingbut we have smartphone.

Don't try to act too smart with us.

All the proof is live on the internet.

Take a look.

Let's go, Mr.

Kishor.

You have killed one innocent man and you tried to prove a man deadeven though he is alive.

Let's get you behind the barsfor your crimes.

Inspector, how would you proveboth the crimes? Mr.

Lawyer, tell him.

We have his death certificate.

Did you hear him? Okay.

You have a death certificate.

And what do you have, Mr.

Ramdin? And this is the proof ofRamdin being alive.

Am I right, Mr.

Lawyer? Arrest him.

Hold on.

A man is always known for his identity.

He lives his whole life with his identity.

His identity is always thereeven when he's dead.

His identity is the base of his life.

They snatched Ramdin's name and identity.

But Ramdin didn't waste any time and proved that he's still alivewith the help of Aadhaar.

And criminals got punishedfor what they did.

I, Girish Jain, bid adieufrom this episode of Crime Alert.

I will see you againwith some other crime story to alert you.

Till then be alert and be safe.

Crime Alert, raise your voice against crime.

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