As Abhi dialed his father's number, he braced himself for the inevitable onslaught. The phone barely rang before Gurdeep’s gruff voice filled the line, launching into a tirade before Abhi could even get a word in.
"Abhi!, Where have you been, I’ve been trying to reach you for days! Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?, Have you finished your honeymoon yet, or are you planning to spoil Sashi along with yourself? You think just because you’re grown, you can gallivant wherever you please without letting your old man know what’s going on?,And what about my grandson Parikshit? You two have been gallivanting around for days, not even thinking of returning! " Gurdeep’s voice thundered through the phone, his words coming in a rapid-fire burst. Abhi, well-acquainted with his father's temper, instinctively held the phone a little farther from his ear, waiting for the storm to pass. He could almost picture his fatheGowthami sat quietly, her thoughts a tangled web of confusion and frustration. The mystery of the missing photos gnawed at her, leaving her uneasy. Rajeev, who had been watching her closely, noticed the distant look in her eyes. He knew her well enough to understand what was troubling her. Without a word, he moved closer, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. Feeling the warmth of his hug, Gowthami leaned into him, her tension easing slightly. Rajeev’s voice was gentle as he spoke, "Gowthami, I know those photos have been bothering you, and I promise you, we’ll uncover the truth behind them. I’ll be with you every step of the way, and we’ll get to the bottom of this mystery together." He paused, holding her a little tighter. "But first, we need to get back to Dharmagiri. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long—to see our family together, to finally have some peace. And more importantly, you’re still recovering
Gnapika sat in her room, lost in thought, replaying Nirbhay's words over and over in her mind. She felt a growing unease within her, a feeling that had taken root the day she first met him. It was when Gowthami was in the hospital, her condition critical, that Nirbhay had approached her. At first, she had brushed him off, dismissing him as just another stranger. But there was something about the way he spoke—his knowledge of her and her mother—that stopped her in her tracks. She remembered it clearly. The bustling hospital corridor had been filled with the smell of antiseptic, the beeping of monitors, and the quiet hum of worried conversations. Gnapika had been pacing, her heart heavy with worry for Gowthami, when a man stepped into her path. His presence was unremarkable, but his words had cut through her haze of anxiety like a knife. "I'm a well-wisher," he had said, his voice calm and composed, almost too casual for the setting. Gnapika h
As Nirbhay's words settled over Gnapika like a dark cloud, her heart sank deeper into despair. Each sentence he uttered chipped away at the image she had of her father, replacing it with something twisted and vile. "Rudra is not the man you think he is," Nirbhay said, leaning closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "He never truly believed in your mother, Ambika. Not in the way a husband should." Gnapika frowned, skepticism warring with the uneasy feeling that had been growing within her since the moment he approached. "What are you talking about?" Nirbhay’s expression hardened. "When your mother was pregnant with you, Rudra doubted her. He was convinced that you weren’t his child, and his suspicion consumed him. He became obsessed, so much so that he even tried to kill you before you were born." Gnapika’s breath caught in her throat. The café’s ambient noise fade
Gnapika, determined not to let this opportunity slip away, knew she had to act quickly and quietly. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Rudra was behind the disappearance of the photos, and she was convinced that the answer lay somewhere in Athreya’s old room. The room had always been shrouded in mystery, a place where no one went without a good reason, but now it seemed to hold the key to everything. She decided she would find a way to search the room, even if it meant sneaking in when no one was around. She waited patiently for the right moment, biding her time as the household buzzed with preparations for their departure to Dharmagiri. Finally, a lull in the activity gave her the chance she needed. Gnapika slipped away, making her way down the quiet hallway toward Athreya’s room. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached for the door, her hand trembling slightly as she touched the handle. Just as she was about to push the door open, a voice start
Gnapika's urgency was palpable as she looked at Ram, holding the small key tightly in her hand. "We need to find where this key fits, Ram," she insisted, her voice sharp with determination. "There has to be a hidden door or a compartment in this room that connects it to Gowthami’s. If we find it, we’ll know what Rudra was hiding." Ram, still processing everything, furrowed his brow in confusion. "Gnapika, what exactly are you trying to prove? What’s going on?" Gnapika’s frustration boiled over. She wasn’t used to being questioned when she was this close to a breakthrough. “I told you, Ram. I think there’s a secret room that connects this place to Gowthami’s room. Last night, Rudra—” she paused, her tone cold as she referred to him by name, “—slept in this room. He could’ve used that time to hide those photos Gowthami found.” Ram’s heart sank as he realized where this was heading. It pained him to see Gnapika, someone he
Just as they were about to exit the room, the small key slipped from Gnapika’s grasp, clattering to the floor with a metallic ring that seemed to echo in the tense silence. Gnapika and Ram both froze, their hearts racing as they exchanged panicked glances. How would they explain this to Gowthami? Gowthami’s eyes were drawn to the key on the floor. She bent down and picked it up, her fingers closing around the cold metal. For a moment, she simply stared at it, her brow furrowing in thought. Then, as if something deep within her memory had been triggered, her expression changed. She appeared distant, as though she was being pulled back into some forgotten recollection. Without saying a word, Gowthami walked across the room, her movements deliberate yet almost dreamlike. Gnapika and Ram watched in stunned silence as she approached the large mirror on the wall. With a fluid motion, Gowthami reached down to a seemingly inconspicuous section of th
Gnapika turned to Gowthami, her eyes sharp and filled with determination. “Didn’t you have the slightest suspicion today, when those photos went missing, that Rudra might be behind it all?” she asked, her tone serious, almost demanding. Gowthami hesitated, her mind swirling with doubt she had been trying to suppress. Yes, she had considered the possibility that Rudra might have something to do with the missing photos, but she hadn’t wanted to believe it without proof. To her, Rudra was more than just her father-in-law; he was a man who had shown her kindness, who had accepted her into his family when she had no one else. But now, faced with Gnapika’s accusations, she couldn’t deny that the thought had crossed her mind. “I… I did think about it,” Gowthami admitted softly, her voice wavering. “But I didn’t want to suspect him without a reason.” Gnapika’s anger flared at Gowthami’s words. To her, it wasn’t a
As Ram stood there, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, he suddenly noticed both Gnapika and Gowthami turning their gazes toward him. Their eyes locked onto him with a seriousness that made his heart skip a beat. **Oh no, what now?** he thought, his mind racing to figure out what could be going through their heads this time. In that moment, Ram had a sinking feeling that he was about to be roped into whatever scheme they were concocting. **They’re definitely going to ask for my help,** he predicted with a mental sigh. **And they’ll probably make me swear not to breathe a word of this to anyone until they figure out what Rudra is really up to.** He felt like he could practically read their minds at this point—or maybe he just knew them too well. Sure enough, as if on cue, Gnapika spoke first, her tone a mixture of urgency and determination. “Ram, we need your help,” she said, glancing at Gowthami for support. “You can’t tell anyon