Time is the key in everything, and when Sanjay has dealt with the resignation of the customs, Kavita has already opened her mind and turned back into the old lady who came out of the mud without staining. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Unlike Sonam and An Jiu, Kavita, who has entered the university hall, has studied all his wife's jobs like many of his classmates, and is waiting for the marriage arranged by the family at any time.

Eating the breakfast prepared by Kavita herself every day and walking out of the house with her blessings, Sanjay threw himself into his work with passion. Although he would have to find a new job for another month at most after submitting his resignation letter, he enjoyed the feeling of sitting at the head of the table and watching Cavita bring hot meals after he had worked himself tired.

Gradually, Yamuna completely disappeared from Sanjay's mind, and in his spare time he was almost thinking about what Kavita was doing, and sometimes he would actually call the bodyguards who protected Kavita from school.

Far away in Bangalore, Pumira is digesting the belated news. Alone in her empty bedroom, she longs for the comfort of others. She wanted to contact her husband more than once, but it wasn't until she couldn't contact Sanjay in three ways that she really realized that there was almost no real information left about the former fake driver.

The mansion located inside the plantation not only occupies a vast area, but is also full of heavily armed security guards. The maids and chefs live in a single building not far from the main house, and whether it is local specialties or luxurious and meticulous Western food, as long as Pumira wants to eat, she can always eat the food served in the kitchen in the shortest time.

Even before the news of the crash broke, Pumila herself was immersed in this luxurious life, in the flattery of the endless stream of visitors, in the thrill of spending a lot of money. But when Pumila remembered her family, who had not been heard from for a long time, the butler calmly stated the facts of the crash as usual, just as he did when he introduced her to the jewels and the weather.

The beautiful goods and delicious food immediately became a shadow in her heart. After Pumira couldn't get through to Sanjay's phone, her mood became more and more irritable. She began to nitpick and trouble the housekeeper, who refused to help her contact Sanjay.

After a few times, Pumira found that the old butler had disappeared, and that the new butler was more sleek than the original English gentleman, and when she inquired about the whereabouts of the old butler, the new butler became a deaf and blind statue again.

In desperation, Pumira also tried to write a letter, but it is said that the letter sent out that day was not answered.

Pumela, who began to doubt her husband, gradually brought her mysterious and omnipotent husband into the plane crash.

After all, for Sanjay, who is very afraid of Gouden, what better place to intercept than 10,000 meters in the air?

With the beginning, reasonable conjectures such as the husband cheating on marriage for the sake of her grandfather's property occupied her brain. With doubts, she offered to return to her hometown to handle the funeral for her family, but the new housekeeper always shirked and said that no one could be responsible for her safety, and she could not leave the manor for the safety of her wife unless Sanjay personally ordered it or was accompanied by Sanjay.

In Bangalore's modern urban area, there is a plantation in the midst of chaos, and the plantation's main house has an anxious hostess.

Bluebeard's calls, over time, are staged in this luxurious hideaway.

A young and handsome brahmin, who then prayed, gradually gained Pumela's trust.

The dutiful servants and stewards of the manor, as if collectively blinded, acquiesced in the growing intimacy between the mistress and the priest.

Finally, on the night when Sanjay first picked up the body from the nightclub, Pumira sent the god to cross the line with the Shiva priest in the room where the sacrifice was arranged.

In the moonlight, Pumela, who immediately made an excuse to expel the priest after the accident, did not know that the key would not change back to its original state since it was stained with blood.

Further west, at the University of Sivaji, men from various religious and political forces began the same business earlier than the priest.

The difference is that it is not a cruel fairy tale that is staged there, but a beautiful myth.

As legend has said, Ganesh blocked all visitors who wanted to enter the boudoir for the hostess, and the suspicious gangsters also passed away first.

The most harmless An Jiu also unknowingly got acquainted with many excellent nuns of the Orthodox faith. Nantini, who was guilty, and An Jiu, who had never gotten out of the sequelae of murder, gradually embarked on different paths of faith under the guidance of the nun.

After the warm dinner, Sanjay, who was in a good mood, chatted alone with Rajan, who was going to testify in court tomorrow.

Because of a series of cases with Kamalesh as the core, it has become Sanjay's answer to this period of customs life.

For the sake of a glorious royal image, the safety of witnesses and a fair verdict are almost a sure thing.

After saying goodbye to Rajan, Sanjay made a rare call to Ganesh. In the bedroom, muffled by the sound of Kavita bathing in the water, Sanjay patiently inquired about Sonam's condition.

When the bathroom door reopened, Sanjay had already ended the call and was spraying himself with perfume.

After placing the perfume bottle back on the table, Sanjay turned to walk towards the bed, following his new habit.

But Kavita didn't lie down on the bed in her nightgown like she did two days ago, but stood timidly at the bathroom door in the costume of the nightclub dancer.

"What's wrong with you today, Kavita?" Sanjay sat at the end of the bed, looking at the tall hills and the fatless belly against the backdrop of his white clothes and trousers. Sanjay, who has felt it firsthand, can even imagine the beauty of putting his hand on that tight skin.

"Sanjay, won't my dad go to court tomorrow?" As soon as these words came out, Kavita saw Sanjay, who was originally a soul grantor, and her face turned cold for a moment.

"It can't be, he's the only witness, and it's not perfect if he doesn't go to court to complain."

Sure enough, Sanjay ruthlessly refused, and Kavita offered to make the first request.

"Then I beg you, please make sure to keep my father's life safe." As she spoke, Kavita jerkily imitated the dancer she remembered, twisting her waist and dancing that night.

"Enough, you don't know what you're doing!" With no desired effect, Sanjay angrily rushed to her, grabbed her hand roughly, and threw her down on the bed.

The loud noise made Rajan, who was talking to his wife in the room, walk out of the bedroom in surprise.

Outside the door of the originally empty master bedroom, two unknown persons armed with firearms, a man and a woman, ran out of nowhere and nervously guarded the closed wooden door.

Rajan recognized the woman, a maid who usually worked in the kitchen to help her daughter with household chores, and the man seemed to be a part-time florist's driver.

Returning to his bedroom, Rajan was thinking about his precious daughter, and before he knew it, he had forgotten about the risks of tomorrow.

Sanjay, who was in the room, roughly ripped off Kavita's white trousers. What happened next, except for the interior, was like the second half of the night.

The bodyguards outside the door, after hearing the sound of steady breathing coming from the room, went back to their rooms to rest as if nothing had happened.

In a dark corner, another bodyguard with a firearm watched the wooden door intently.

Under the yellow light, after an inexplicable battle, Sanjay snuggled to the head of the bed and held Kavita in his arms with his left hand.

Kavita, with her head down, had not yet come out of the shadows, and Sanjay's mind was conjuring up Pumela's graceful dancing.

I don't know how long it took, Sanjay looked at Kavita, who was a little tired, and gently reproached, "Do you remember what I said that day? You need to be prepared to be a wife and pledge your fidelity to your marriage. “

Kavita looked up at Sanjay and replied apprehensively, "Could it be that I did something wrong?" Please tell me and I'll fix it. “

Sanjay replied in a lonely voice, "No, you don't need to change it. As I said, I want a wife, not the kind of saint who can be wholesaled with money. “

The corners of Kavita's mouth tugged at a bitter smile, and she looked at Sanjay's chest and said, "How much more do you want me to go when you live together unmarried?" “

"Maybe I'm too greedy. Sleep, I promise that there will be no one less at dinner tomorrow. “

This promise was like a mantra that carried the tired man and woman into a beautiful dream.

Kamalesh did arrange the killer, but the killer died under the sniper's gun before he could do it.

There were both human and material evidence, and the district court also had a rare opportunity to show justice under the noses of reporters unscrupulously, and Kamalesh finally received a death sentence for several crimes.

After the trial, Sanjay, who took Rajan's family of three and walked towards the car on the street with a smile, saw Diwa and Yamuna again showing affection.

Yamuna, who was originally a little embarrassed, swept the last bit of affection for Sanjay in her heart to the corner of the day after listening to Diva's introduction to Rajan.

As if to provoke Yamuna, Yamuna and Deva received an invitation to Sanjay's wedding that night before parting.

Theoretically, Sanjay's last day in the customs office took place in the courtyard of the Sanka House, and the wedding of Sanjay and Kavita was neither grand nor with many guests.

On the same day, Diva did not attend the wedding with Yamuna, but was planted in the hands of the assistant director, who had just finished his "sick leave", because of a pre-arranged frame-up at the airport before boarding the plane for helping Das smuggle.

The lively and proactive Yamuna finally managed to get the approval of Diva's old mother, but she didn't want to receive a call from the police at Sanjay's wedding.

The prospective mother-in-law and daughter-in-law did not have Das's help, and could only helplessly plead with the kind assistant director.

Das, who wanted to bail out Diva, was taken away by the police at the door of his warehouse, and the inspector, who was originally bribed by Kamalesh, turned into the tongue of Sanjay and Das's negotiations.

Das, who resolutely refused to betray Diva, was registered with Diwa in the court's timetable because of some old cases and the betrayal of several younger brothers.

Das, who was locked up with Diva, continued to try to keep Diva with bribes and lawyers, as usual. The three families, who were not wealthy, gradually moved closer to the people at the bottom as the lawsuit continued.

The assistant director, who tried to keep Diwa, lost his post and was forced to submit to a disciplinary investigation on suspicion of malfeasance and involvement in smuggling after making a special offer.

Sanjay, who has his eyes on Diva, runs a taxi company.

Like most city dwellers, after having breakfast with his wife's family every morning, waiting for the lunch box prepared by his wife at home at the company, and having the same sumptuous dinner in the evening, he can still live a normal married life with Kavita, who is becoming more and more like an ordinary couple.

Kavita, who also needs to juggle her studies, gradually thinks about dropping out.