Ram looked at Gowthami in disbelief, his eyes wide with admiration. "That was incredible, Gowthami," he said, shaking his head in amazement. "You should try acting in movies with a performance like that."
Gowthami allowed herself a small, modest smile. She knew she had handled the meeting well, but the credit wasn’t entirely hers. Nand, who stood quietly by her side, had prepared her thoroughly for this moment. In the days leading up to the meeting, he had meticulously instructed her on how to speak, how to carry herself, and how to command the room with the confidence and poise that Sakshi had once embodied. Before she lost her memories, Gowthami had been a force to be reckoned with as Sakshi, a name that inspired respect and a hint of fear in the business world. Nand had reminded her of that strength, explaining in detail the persona she once projected. He recounted stories of her strategic brilliance, her unwavering confidence, and her abGowthami looked around the room, taking in the surroundings that now supposedly belonged to her. It was a spacious office, tastefully decorated with modern furnishings and large windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The walls were adorned with framed certificates and accolades, a testament to the achievements of the company under her leadership as Sakshi. The desk was an imposing mahogany piece, meticulously organized with a computer, files neatly stacked, and a sleek smartphone resting on a charging dock. A plush leather chair sat behind the desk, inviting yet commanding, embodying the authority that came with her role. Nand stepped forward, confirming her inquiry. "Yes, Gowthami, this is your office now." As they stood together in the office, Ram couldn't help but ask about Nand's role in the company. "What exactly is your position here, Nand?" Nand paused for a moment, his expression serious yet tinged w
Ram observed the sudden shift in Nand's behavior with keen interest, his curiosity piqued. Though he hadn’t managed to get a clear look at the person entering the office, the urgency in Nand’s actions was unmistakable. He chose to remain silent, trusting that Nand had a good reason for his haste. Inside the office, Nand quickly settled Gowthami at her desk, directing her attention to some documents. "Please review these, Gowthami. I'll be right back," he said, masking his concern with a professional tone. Gowthami nodded, engrossed in the paperwork as Nand excused himself. "I need to use the washroom," Nand murmured, slipping out of the office. Ram, sensing something amiss, decided to follow Nand. He trailed him silently down the corridor, catching up with him just as Nand reached the restrooms. "Nand," Ram called softly, his voice tinged with concern. "What's going on? Why the sudden urgency? Who was that person?"
Rajeev's disappointment was palpable as he looked at his father. His shoulders slumped, and his eyes were filled with a mix of hurt and confusion. "Dad," he began, his voice heavy with emotion, "why did you do a parental test on Gnapika? Did you not trust Mom? Did you think she wasn’t faithful?" Rudra felt a pang of guilt seeing the pain in his son's eyes. He understood how Rajeev could misinterpret his actions, but the truth was far from what Rajeev imagined. He took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "Rajeev, you’ve got it all wrong," he said, his tone earnest and reassuring. "I trust your mother more than anyone else in this world. The test wasn’t about questioning her faithfulness." Rajeev's brow furrowed as he tried to process his father's words. Rudra continued, "The reason I did the test was to prove to Gnapika that she is indeed my daughter. She's been shown a photo of another man, leading her to believe he might be her father. I knew
Ram immediately left Gowthami's office, his mind racing with urgency. Ram wasted no time. He strode purposefully through the halls of the company, his mind racing with the revelation he had just pieced together. Finding Nand in the tech office, hunched over his computer screens, Ram approached him with urgency.. "Nand," Ram called out, his voice low but insistent. "I need to talk to you. Now." Nand turned, and looked up, surprised by Ram's intensity. "What is it?" Nand asked, sensing the gravity of the situation. Ram took a deep breath, steadying himself. "I saw that person who tried to enter the company today. I've seen him before. At Rajeev's wedding, with a wounded hand. He took shelter in Baladitya's house, and we suspected he was responsible for the attack on Baladitya. You need to tell me the truth. Who is he? What's his connection to Gowthami?" Nand's face
The first light of dawn broke over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow across the landscape. Birds chirped melodiously, welcoming the new day with their cheerful tunes. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the subtle scent of dew-kissed grass and blooming flowers. The world seemed to be awakening slowly, with a gentle rustle of leaves in the trees and the distant hum of early morning activity. Gnapika woke up early, stretching her body and feeling the pleasant ache of a good night's sleep. She stood by the window for a moment, taking in the serene beauty of the morning before getting dressed for her jog. The cool morning air filled her lungs as she slipped into her running shoes and pulled on her jogging outfit. "Bye, Mom," she said softly, glancing at her mother, Meera, who was deeply immersed in her morning meditation. Meera nodded slightly, acknowledging her daughter's departure without breaking her meditative focus.
Gnapika, fresh from her morning routine, made her way to the breakfast table, her mind still occupied with the events of the morning jog. As she approached, she noticed her mother seated at the table, her gaze fixed on the kitchen with a curious, soft expression. But Gnapika was too focused on her rumbling stomach to give it much thought. The table was a sight to behold. Plates of steaming hot food were meticulously arranged, each dish exuding an inviting aroma that instantly awakened her senses. The golden-brown pancakes were stacked high, their edges crispy and centers fluffy, emanating a sweet, buttery scent that mingled with the rich, spicy aroma of freshly scrambled eggs, cooked to perfection with a hint of pepper and chives. Beside them, a bowl of vibrant fruit salad caught her eye, the colors of the ripe strawberries, blueberries, and kiwi slices gleaming under the soft morning light. The scent of fresh oranges and melons wa
Rajeev, sensing the delicate nature of the moment, chose to remain quiet after Gnapika's outburst. He watched her finish her breakfast, and to his surprise and delight, she briefly remarked, "The breakfast is good," before retreating to her room. A wave of happiness washed over Rajeev at her words. If she liked the food, he thought, he would gladly prepare breakfast for her every day. It was a small but meaningful way to show his love and dedication. Meera, having observed the interaction between her children, turned to Rajeev with a gentle smile. "Rajeev," she began, her voice soft and warm, "how is Gowthami? Is everything alright with her?" Rajeev nodded, his expression reassuring. "She's out of Manali for a small work-related task, but she'll be back soon," he explained. "She’s handling some important matters at her company." Meera sighed, a mixture of concern and relief in her eyes. "That's good to hear. But, Rajeev, I
Rajeev hesitated, his heart pounding as he chose his words carefully. Sensing his struggle, Gnapika said softly, "Ask your doubts, Rajeev." Taking a deep breath, Rajeev finally asked, "Why do you hate Rudra so much? Is it because you believe he might be behind your kidnapping?" Gnapika remained silent for a moment, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and anger. "I hate him because he left his family," she said finally. "He went on his way and never looked back for us. He abandoned us." Rajeev felt a pang of sorrow as he listened to her. "Yes, I lived my life without my mom and dad too," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I believed they were dead, but after 15 years, I found them. I found my mother, my father, and I discovered I have a sister too." The weight of those years apart pressed heavily on Rajeev's heart. He had missed so much—birthdays, family moments, the comfort of a mother's touch, the guidance of a father, and the bond with a sister. Every day of those 15