All Chapters of In search of true heart : Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Meera sat quietly at the breakfast table, her gaze softening as she watched Rajeev and Gnapika laugh together over a shared joke. Their bond had grown stronger in recent days, a silver lining in the midst of so much turmoil. The previous night's revelations from Abhi played over in her mind, each piece of information both clarifying and complicating the puzzle of her past. She felt a warmth in her heart, a sense of completeness she hadn't known in years. She glanced over at her children, Rajeev and Gnapika, who were sitting together at the table, their expressions a mix of tension and tentative peace. Though her memories were still elusive, Meera felt a growing certainty that Rudra was indeed her husband. The idea of reuniting with him to create a complete family for her children brought a strange sense of comfort. But with that comfort came a flood of unanswered questions that gnawed at her.

As the conversation flowed, Meera turned to Abhi with a grateful smile. "Abhi, I can't thank you enough for coming over last night and clarifying everything," she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. Rajeev, sitting across from them, looked puzzled. "What did Abhi do?" he asked, glancing between his mother and Abhi. Meera took a deep breath and began to explain. "Last night, Abhi visited us and revealed a lot about my past life and our family's history. He showed us a video of my wedding to Rudra, proving our relationship. It helped me, and especially Gnapika, understand and believe in the truth." Rajeev’s eyes widened in surprise. "So, that’s why Gnapika started believing in me as her brother," he said, realization dawning on him. He turned to Abhi, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Abhi, for your secret help. It means a lot to me." Abhi

Rajeev stood there, feeling a profound sense of helplessness wash over him. He desperately wanted to console his mother, to somehow bridge the gap that had widened with Rudra's misguided actions, but he found himself at a loss for words. How could he possibly make things right? How could he explain away the hurt and betrayal that had etched itself so deeply into Meera's eyes? The sadness and confusion he saw there only deepened his own pain, and he struggled to keep his emotions in check. Gnapika, on the other hand, felt a surge of anger mingled with sorrow. She knew her mother better than anyone, had watched her reject countless proposals and shut herself off from potential happiness for the sake of her daughter. Meera had devoted her life to Gnapika, sacrificing her own dreams and desires. If Meera had wanted, she could have remarried and found joy with someone else, but she had chosen to remain single, her life revolving around Gnapika's well-being.

Rudra closed the door to his small, dimly lit room, ensuring no one could intrude upon what he was about to do. The weight of his decision hung heavily in the air as he moved to the center of the room and sat down cross-legged on the cold, hard floor. He took a deep breath, trying to steady the tumultuous emotions within him. He closed his eyes, shutting out the physical world, and began to move his hands and fingers in intricate patterns, forming symbols that had been passed down through generations of his lineage. Each gesture carried a purpose, each symbol a key to unlocking the latent power within him. His breath grew steady and deep, synchronizing with the rhythm of his movements. Minutes passed, and a subtle change in the room's atmosphere became apparent. A faint hum, almost imperceptible at first, began to resonate, growing in intensity with each passing second. The air seemed to vibrate, charged with a mystical energy tha

Everyone froze in shock. Rajeev lowered the axe, his grip loosening as he stared at Rudra. Abhi and Sensei exchanged bewildered glances, their minds struggling to process what had just happened. Gnapika’s face contorted with anger the moment she saw her mother lying unconscious on the bed inside. She rushed toward Rudra, her eyes blazing with fury. "What have you done to her?" she screamed, her voice echoing through the hall. "You promised to be her husband, her protector, but all you do is bring harm!" Rudra stood silently, his expression unreadable. He did not respond, his eyes fixed on Meera’s still form. He knew that explaining his hidden powers, his mystical abilities, would only complicate matters further and possibly instill more fear and distrust. "Answer me!" Gnapika demanded, her voice breaking with emotion. "Why is she unconscious? What did you do?" Rudra remained silen