Dil Ke Karib (CH 53 Early Access)

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Chapter 53: The Panchayat Trial

The night had fallen like a velvet curtain, but the alley was alive with light. Lanterns swayed overhead, casting long, trembling shadows on walls and faces alike. The villagers moved as one, a silent tide pushing Vikrant forward, their whispers cutting sharper than any blade.

Vikrant stumbled, his once-commanding presence reduced to a terrified man being led into the open. The air smelled of smoke, sweat, and something heavier—judgment. The predator had become prey.

Raghav’s hand gripped his father’s arm, his jaw tight. Beside them, the village head’s white hair glimmered in the lantern light, his eyes cold, his authority unyielding. Together, they led the procession—youth and elder united—into the heart of the village square. Rajeev followed silently, his presence enough to communicate strength, love, and the quiet dignity of someone who needed no words. Nandini and Sobha flanked the front, heads covered with pallu, expressions a mix of determination and defiance.

The air was thick with tension as they approached the center, where the accused awaited their fate, the weight of tradition and expectation heavy upon them all.

At the center of the square, a makeshift panchayat circle had been arranged. The villagers formed a ring around the space, their murmurs growing into a low, mounting roar. Vikrant’s eyes darted between faces he had once intimidated. Now, every glance bore accusation, every whisper a hammer against his fragile pride.

“Step forward,” Raghav’s voice rang clear, slicing through the murmurs. “Confess what you’ve done.”

Vikrant’s lips curled, attempting a sneer, but his voice trembled. “I… I’ve done nothing wrong!”