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What is it, Gowthami?
As the family's excitement lingered in the air, Gowthami, who had been smiling moments before, suddenly turned serious. Her gaze shifted toward Rudra, and with a tone that immediately quieted the room, she spoke up. "Before we go back to Dharmagiri, there’s something I need to figure out."
Rudra, whose thoughts were already swirling, looked at her with a mixture of confusion and concern. "What is it?" he asked, trying to gauge the seriousness in her voice. Gowthami took a deep breath before continuing. "I found a hidden room in my bedroom. When I opened it and went inside, I discovered some old photos. After seeing them, I passed out. I need to know who those people are." Her words hung in the air, casting a somber shadow over the group. Ram and Nand exchanged glances, recalling the incident when Gowthami had suddenly fallen unconscious. It had been a shocking moment, one that was quickly overshadowed by the whirlwind ofRelated chapters
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