"But how does Sanju come into this?" Priya asked, trying to sound curious rather than interrogative. Anjali's voice grew colder. "Sanju is a slut who's pretending to be his girlfriend. She's in my way. She's the reason I can't get back with him. I need her out of the picture." "But Sanju is already married. I have seen her wear mangalsutra and sindhoor. How can you say that she is his girlfriend?" Priya asked. Anjali let out a bitter laugh, the sound dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, please, Priya. Do you think a mangalsutra and sindhoor make a person married? Sanju is not married, but she’s playing a dangerous game. She has been seducing my ex, pretending to be all innocent and pure. But I know the truth." Anjali's voice grew colder, more calculating. "Her marriage is just a cover. A facade. She’s trying to have it all – a respectable image while manipulating her way to the top. I won’t let that happen. I want my ex back, and if ruining Sanju’s fake little act is what it takes, then so be it. I'll make sure she falls hard. He's a fool if he can't see past her fake facade." Sanju's grip tightened on Bhargav's hand, her mind reeling from Anjali's twisted logic. Bhargav squeezed her hand back, his silent reassurance grounding her amidst the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She felt anger, betrayal, and a deep-seated fear that maybe, just maybe, Anjali's lies might hold some truth in the eyes of others. Priya, visibly uncomfortable, glanced at Bhargav and Sanju, her guilt palpable. "Anjali, this is too much. She's not what you think. This is wrong." But Anjali was relentless, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. "No, Priya. She needs to be exposed. She needs to be taught a lesson. And I'm going to make sure it happens." "What are your next steps?" Priya asked, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. Anjali laughed again, a chilling sound. "I'm going to break them up. Make her life so miserable that she runs away. Once she's gone, I'll swoop in and get him back. It's only a matter of time." Priya's eyes widened, but she managed to keep her composure. "Wow, Anjali. That's intense. But... are you sure it'll work?" "It has to," Anjali said firmly. "I've come too far to back down now." Priya then asked, "But what about your husband? You’ve been married for over eight years." Anjali's expression turned disdainful, her voice dripping with contempt. "My husband? He's nothing more than a rich old man who can't satisfy me in any way. Not emotionally, not physically. He’s a means to an end, a stepping stone. I married him for his money, and now that I've got what I wanted, he's become a burden." She sneered, her eyes flashing with bitterness. "He’s embarrassing to be around, especially in public. I will focus on getting my ex back. Sanju needs to be out of the picture. She’s in my way, and I won’t let her ruin my plans. I will break her down until there’s nothing left. Once I have my fiancé back, I will initiate the divorce proceedings. Once I secure what I deserve from the settlement, I’ll be free of him for good."