Mangal Lakshmi – 28th Jan 2026 Written Update: Sowmya’s Monster Lie Crumbles as Mangal Grabs the Living Baby Proof
Episode hits ice-cold start—Sowmya corners Reema in shadows, shoves cash her way. Scoops up the kid from cradle, coos sorry late like she’s chatting weather. Spills her sick game: faking baby’s death to claw Adit back. Mangal? Guaranteed to choke on guilt forever, branded baby-killer. “Keep her breathing, mouth shut—nobody sniffs out my girl’s alive,” she hisses at Reema.
Home front, Adit folds into Kusum’s lap, wrecked—calls himself cursed pop who never cradled his own. Kusum soaks his tears. Market chaos next—Reema tracks Sowmya, dumps “village bound, take your brat.” Sowmya freaks, barks back loud. Mangal clocks ’em afar, weaves close—but auto zips block, scene vanishes. Gut screams who dat?
Mangal pins Reema hard: “Sowmya meet—what?” Reema shoves wild, bolts. Chase turns nasty—Mangal snags dupatta, trips her down. Sand blast blinds Mangal eyes, Reema ghosts. Staggering road-blind, truck bears down—Lakshmi yanks her clear last breath. Washes grit gentle, Mangal clings sobbing, raw shake.
Sowmya sneaks brat home, shawl-wrap tight. Spots Kusum, panic—dumps kid flowerpot-buried under blooms. Kusum queries: “You here why?” Sowmya fake-gasp: “Home choked me, stepped out.” Kusum hauls pot mandir-ward—hears wail. Sowmya stone-freeze.
Lakshmi smells rot: spill. Mangal unloads—Sowmya pinned baby-murder on me, bet she’s live. Market lady too. Lakshmi steel: “Snake through, bust her now.”
Sowmya tricks Kusum—phone baby clips blast: “That noise.” Kusum buys grief-broken, prays healing. Sowmya fake-woozies kadha—Kusum dips. Sowmya snatches kid room-stash fast.
Mangal-Lakshmi trail chappal prints to Reema shack. Cradle screams rich inside—jackpot lie. Sowmya home fights baby bawls quiet.
Door-pound—Reema packs flee. Mangal-Lakshmi fake-cop: “Freeze!” Reema neighbor-yells; girls bluff badges. Cornered crack: Sowmya dumped kid, death-threat on my girl if no. No trafficking, shoved back today—out. Baby breaths real—sisters burn rubber home.
Mangal gut-punched glad: “That witch screamed dead while alive—tortured us bloody, me worst.” Lakshmi: “Burn her mask, snatch kid safe now.”
Sowmya clueless, phone-haggle: “Hide few days, cash drop.” House empty think—doorbell jolts. Kid storeroom bolt.
Mangal-Lakshmi pest-spray getup rings. Sowmya twitchy let-in, storeroom block. Lakshmi foot-splash: “Rinse quick!” Sowmya dips—Mangal picks lock, tears apart shelves frantic. Sowmya storms back, rips Lakshmi mask—busted. Knows Mangal inside.
Doorbell hell—Adit-Kusum roll in, smoke haze, Lakshmi shock. Sowmya wails torture-victim: “Save me!” Mangal strides out—baby arms high. “Didn’t kill shit—saved her birth, saving now.” Eyes Sowmya dead: “Why fake your live kid corpse?”
Precap Jump: 5-year flash. Mangal hunts groom for Ishana—real respect-love match.
