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you are so selfish.
As the family continued their spirited game, Ambika found herself lost in thought, her mind drifting back to the confrontation in her room just moments ago. She had been heading towards Gnapika’s room when Rudra had stopped her in the hallway. His face, etched with concern, had shown how much he yearned for their past closeness.
“Ambika,” Rudra had said softly, trying to bridge the distance that had grown between them, “can’t you be the same person you used to be with me?” Ambika had turned to face him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. The sight of her distress cut through Rudra like a knife. He took a step closer, his arms opening instinctively for a comforting embrace, but Ambika held her ground, a pained resolve hardening her features. “Rudra,” she began, her voice trembling with a mixture of sorrow and anger, “you are so selfish. You only cared about whaRelated chapters
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He began to sing, his voice soft at first, but growing stronger with each note. The melody was one he had sung many times before, a song filled with love, longing, and hope. As he sang, the years seemed to melt away, and the memories of all they had been through—both the joy and the pain—flooded the night air. The family fell silent, sensing something different in Rudra’s demeanor. Abhi, Sashi, Rajeev, Ram, and even Gnapika, who had been so distant, looked at him with anticipation. They knew this wasn’t just song; it was something more, something deeper. ****I asked for beautiful raindrop... Without knowing a thunder would strike... ..... I called the seven sparkles of colors, But the black has joined like destiny. ..... Anyways the fault is mine I showed y
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Gnapika watched her mother, Ambika, walk away, her shoulders heavy with unspoken sorrow. The tension in the air was almost unbearable, and the pain etched on her mother’s face ignited a fire of anger within her. She turned her gaze toward her father, Rudra, who stood there in the dim light, still holding the guitar as if it were his last lifeline.Without warning, Gnapika’s emotions surged to the surface, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. “This isn’t enough,” she spat out, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and pain. “You think a song is going to fix everything? You left us, and now you’ve come back expecting us to forgive and forget like it never happened? You gave us pain, not just once, but twice!”Rajeev, standing nearby, winced at his sister’s harsh words. He stepped forward, his hand outstretched as if to stop her. “Gnapika, please, don’t—”But Rudra raised a hand, gently halting his son. “Let her speak,” he said softly, his voice calm despite the turmoil that sure
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The night had taken a somber turn, and the once hopeful atmosphere had been replaced with an uneasy tension. Abhi, who had planned this evening with the intention of bringing the family closer together, now stood by with a heavy heart. The flicker of joy he had hoped to see in everyone’s eyes had instead been snuffed out by the harsh realities of unresolved pain.As the group slowly dispersed, Abhi approached Rudra, his expression filled with regret. “I’m so sorry, Rudra. I really thought tonight would be different. I didn’t mean for things to get worse.”Rudra, still holding the guitar loosely in his hands, shook his head and offered Abhi a faint, weary smile. “It’s not your fault, Abhi. This was bound to happen sooner or later. Fate has a way of catching up with you, no matter how much you try to avoid it.” His voice was calm, but there was a deep sadness underlying his words, a resignation to the weight of his past mistakes.Sashi, who had been observing quietly from the side, step
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As the tension of the night began to dissipate, Ram, always the one to lighten the mood, noticed Abhi and Sashi standing close, sharing a quiet moment together. A playful grin spread across his face, and he dramatically raised his hands to cover his eyes. “Hey, you two lovebirds! You might want to watch out—there are still a couple of bachelors lurking around here!” he teased, his voice full of mischief. Sashi blushed slightly and laughed, while Abhi shook his head with a grin, pulling Sashi a little closer in a protective, yet affectionate gesture. Ram’s playful comment was just the kind of humor they all needed after the heavy emotions of the evening. Nand, always quick on the uptake, immediately realized that Ram was referring to both of them. He raised an eyebrow, pretending to take offense. “Hold on a second, Ram. You’re talking like we’re both in the same boat here. But I’ll have you know, I actually have a girlfriend. So that leaves only one real
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As Rudra reached the door to the room, he paused, hearing the soft murmur of voices from within. He hesitated, his hand hovering just above the handle, and then decided to wait. Through the thin barrier of the door, he could make out Ambika’s soothing tone and Gnapika’s more anxious replies. Though he couldn’t catch every word, the snippets he heard made his heart swell with a mix of emotions. Rudra leaned against the wall, his mind replaying Sashi’s advice from earlier in the evening. Maybe she was right—maybe things could be fixed. Maybe, just maybe, the walls between him and his family could be slowly brought down. Listening to Ambika reassure Gnapika, hearing the faintest hint of hope in their words, he felt something stir within him—something that had been dormant for far too long. He waited outside the door, patience that had been hard-won over years of regret and longing now holding him in place. He knew this wasn’t the moment to intrude. This was a time for mother and dau
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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 you
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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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Rudra entered the kitchen, his face darkening as he saw Ambika busy at the stove. The sight of her working, her hands moving swiftly and efficiently, sent a pang through his chest. Memories flooded back—memories of how he had always insisted that she never lift a finger, how she had been the queen of his palace, cherished and protected from any form of labor. It was a jarring contrast to see her like this, cooking breakfast as though she hadn’t been the lady of the house but a woman who had been forced to fend for herself. His gaze shifted to the servants, who stood idly by the doorway, uncertain of what to do. Anger flared within him, and without thinking, Rudra lashed out. “What are you all standing around for? Can’t you see she’s working? Why aren’t you helping her?” His voice was sharp, his words biting as he directed his frustration at the nearest servant. The servants exchanged nervous glances, unsure of how to respond. They knew better than to de
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