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Did you get what you wanted, Rudra?
After listening to Rudra's heartfelt apology, Ambika remained silent for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts she had long buried. The air between them was thick with tension, the weight of fifteen years of pain and unresolved questions pressing down on them both.
Finally, she broke the silence, her voice calm but tinged with a sharp edge. “Did you get what you wanted, Rudra?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. “Did you gain the powers you were so desperate to have all your life?”Rudra flinched as her words struck him with the force of the truth he had tried to ignore. He felt a deep sense of guilt wash over him, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his choices. Lowering his head, he replied in a quiet, remorseful tone, “Yes, Ambika. I got them.”Ambika’s gaze didn’t waver, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—disappointment, maybe even resignation. “And these powers,” she continued, her voice growing colder, “did youRelated chapters
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The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden light over the mansion. The air outside was crisp and fresh, with a gentle breeze that carried the scent of blooming flowers. Inside, the house was quiet, each occupant lost in their own thoughts from the night before. Ambika had risen early, unable to sleep after the intense conversation with Rudra. The stillness of the morning felt comforting, and she decided to busy herself in the kitchen, hoping that a familiar routine might help her clear her mind. She moved with purpose, her hands deftly gathering ingredients, her thoughts a whirl of emotions she wasn’t ready to confront just yet. As she worked, the aroma of fresh coffee and spices began to fill the kitchen. The smell was inviting, a blend of comfort and nostalgia. Ambika found herself humming softly, an old tune that she hadn’t sung in years. It was something about being in the kitchen, about preparing a meal for her
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As Rudra carefully folded a shirt and placed it into his suitcase, he felt a presence behind him. He paused, a momentary stillness overtaking him. Turning slightly, he saw Ambika standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable. For a second, their eyes met, but then he resumed packing, trying to maintain his composure. "Did you finish your packing?" he asked, his tone steady, but there was an undercurrent of tension. Ambika didn’t respond to his question. Instead, she cut straight to the point, her voice calm but laced with suspicion. "Are you behind the missing photos, Rudra?" Rudra’s hands froze over the suitcase. He didn’t look up. His heart raced as the weight of her question settled over him. After a brief pause, he answered quietly, "I’m not." But Ambika wasn’t satisfied with his response. With a sudden, determined movement, she stepped forward and grabbed his arm, turning him to face her. T
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