IN SYNC OF TIME 5:IN SYNC OF TIME

EPISODE 5

PRITHVI DEVI VASHISHT[FL]

"stood in front Yash"

PRITHVI DEVI VASHISHT[FL]

My dear sis .....You spent all this time planning a wedding. I spent all this time planning to take him.

PRITHVI DEVI VASHISHT[FL]

"holds his hand"

YASH HIMAVAT [ML]

"gets dragged by her"

PRITHVI DEVI VASHISHT[FL]

"pushed Aparna aside"

PRITHVI DEVI VASHISHT[FL]

"make hims stand in front of Fire"

RICHARD STEPHENSON[ML Bff]

Yash

Everyone is frozen. The air is thick, as if no one dares to breathe. Her words still hang in the room like smoke from a fire that’s just been lit. Guests whisper. Cameras click. Mothers clutch pearls. But above all the chaos, one thing is louder than everything else: Yash’s silence.

He doesn’t deny it. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t even look surprised.

And that—was the real shock. The bride stares at him, eyes wide, voice shaking

APARNA VASHISHT [FL Cousin]

Yash say something

APARNA VASHISHT [FL Cousin]

Dad Mom

ARNAV MALHOTRA [ML BFF]

Yash why are you keeping silent

ARNAV MALHOTRA [ML BFF]

Did she threatened you

PRITHVI DEVI VASHISHT[FL]

"rolls her eyes"

ARNAV MALHOTRA [ML BFF]

Sir "went towards Prithvi parents"

ARNAV MALHOTRA [ML BFF]

Say her to behave

HARSH VASHISHT[FL DAD]

"looks at Yash"

ARNAV MALHOTRA [ML BFF]

Yash

But he doesn’t. He just stands there. Still. Like someone who finally got caught between the truth and the life he was never brave enough to live. Even his family turns to him, confusion turning to realization—then shame.

PRITHVI DEVI VASHISHT[FL]

"smirks"

PRITHVI DEVI VASHISHT[FL]

Let's start the ceremony

The priest begins chanting again, his voice trembling, unsure whether he’s blessing a union… or watching the funeral of love. The garlands are lifted once more. But the magic is gone. The warmth is gone. Only pride remains. And as the ritual resumes, the guests watch with mixed expressions—some in pity, others in awe, and a few whispering… “This isn’t a wedding anymore. It’s a war.”

PRITHVI DEVI VASHISHT[FL]

"smirks"

RICHARD STEPHENSON[ML Bff]

Yash

YASH HIMAVAT [ML]

"gives him an assuring look"

RICHARD STEPHENSON[ML Bff]

"sighs"

ARNAV MALHOTRA [ML BFF]

"sighs:

TARA GUPTA [ FL Bff]

"stands proudly"

TARA GUPTA [ FL Bff]

( She will get it hook or crook) "smirks"

TARA GUPTA [ FL Bff]

"walk towards them"

TARA GUPTA [ FL Bff]

servers you right "whispers at Aparna and her mother"

APARNA VASHISHT [FL Cousin]

Dad "looks at her father"

HIMESH VASHISHT[FL Uncle]

( You will suffer for this humiliation)

The priest continues, his voice a dull hum beneath the storm that has yet to pass. But no one is truly listening. Not the guests. Not the bride. Not even Yash. He stands there—unmoving, unreadable. His silence is deafening. No protests. No explanations. No apologies. His friends exchange bewildered glances.

ARNAV MALHOTRA [ML BFF]

Wasn’t he in love with Aparna? "whispers"

RICHARD STEPHENSON[ML Bff]

He was. Or at least… we thought he was.

ARNAV HIMAVAT [ML BRO]

I only want him to be happy "teary eyes" "whispers"

Because this wasn’t a love triangle. It was a straight line—until Prithvi walked in and redrew the entire map.

And what’s more unsettling? This was only their second meeting. No long history. No romance. Just two brief encounters—and yet, she claimed him. And he let her.

No denial. No struggle. No word.

Aparna’s hands tremble as she adjusts her veil, her eyes not on Yash but on Prithvi's proud full face

She wasn’t heartbroken. She was haunted. Haunted by a question that screamed in her mind and the minds of everyone else: How could she failed? Where did her plan went wrong? In the end he won...He let her win him