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Gowthami stared intently at the photograph of herself with Nirbhay, trying to summon any trace of memory connected to the boy beside her. The effort to remember was overwhelming, and her mind strained against the veil of forgotten years. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head. She winced, her vision blurring, and before she could steady herself, her knees buckled.
Ram, who had been standing nearby, saw her falter. He acted quickly, his reflexes sharp. As Gowthami began to collapse, he darted forward, catching her just in time. Her body was limp and unresponsive, her eyes closed as if she were lost in a dark, impenetrable void. "Ram, what happened?" Nand's voice was urgent, his eyes wide with concern. "I don't know. She just... she just collapsed," Ram replied, his voice strained as he gently lowered her to the floor, supporting her head and shoulders. Gowthami's breathing was shallow, and her fRelated chapters
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