All Chapters of In search of true heart : Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Suddenly, the shrill ring of Abhi’s phone shattered the tense silence that hung in the room. Abhi answered it quickly, and within moments, his face turned pale with shock. He looked at Rajeev with urgency in his eyes. "Rajeev, we need to go. Now," Abhi said, his voice trembling slightly. Rajeev, sensing the gravity of the situation, immediately stood up. "What's going on?" he asked, worry etched across his face. Ambika, her concern for Rudra momentarily overshadowed by the anxiety in the room, asked, "What happened? Is it Rudra?" Abhi shook his head, his expression grim. "It's Gowthami. Her condition is not well." Rajeev’s heart sank. Gowthami was not just his wife; she was his world, his love, his everything. The thought of losing her was unbearable. "Gowthami is my life," he said softly, his voice filled with desperation and fear. "I can't lose her."

As the plane descended smoothly onto the tarmac at Delhi airport, anticipation filled the air. Rajeev’s heart raced with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. As the aircraft door opened, the warm Delhi air greeted them. Standing nearby, Nand's eyes widened with joy as he saw Rajeev emerge, followed by the rest of his family. His smile broadened, and his heart swelled with happiness. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing—Meera, Gnapika, Rajeev, and even Rudra, all together. The sight filled him with a sense of completion, as if the missing pieces of a long-separated puzzle had finally come together. He hurried over to them, his face beaming. "Rajeev! Everyone! This is wonderful!" Nand exclaimed. "I can't believe I missed this while I was away in Manali. Ram and Gowthami will be overjoyed to see you all here." But as quickly as his excitement had come, it faded into concern. The worry etched in everyone's faces reminded

With a soft groan, Gowthami attempted to sit up, her movements slow and unsteady. Rajeev immediately moved to her side, gently supporting her back as she shifted into a sitting position. "Take it easy," he murmured, his voice filled with concern as he carefully adjusted the pillows behind her. Ambika, standing nearby, quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to Gowthami. "Here, drink this," she said softly. Gowthami took the glass, her hands trembling slightly, and sipped the cool water. As she drank, her eyes moved from Rajeev to Ambika, a puzzled expression crossing her face. Sensing her unspoken question, Rajeev smiled warmly. "You’re wondering how Amma is here, aren’t you?" he asked gently. Gowthami nodded, still looking a bit dazed. Rajeev continued, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and joy, "It's a miracle, really. Amma's memory has returned. She remembers everything, Gowthami. Our family is whole ag

Gowthami sat up in bed, her eyes distant as she mulled over the thoughts swirling in her mind. Rajeev noticed her expression and gently squeezed her hand. "What are you thinking about?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. Gowthami blinked, bringing herself back to the present. She looked at Rajeev, uncertainty clouding her features. "Did Ram and Nand explain why I lost consciousness?" she asked. Rajeev hesitated for a moment before answering. "They just said you felt unconscious. I was so worried about you that I didn’t press for details." Gowthami nodded, taking a deep breath as she prepared to share what had been haunting her. "I lost consciousness because I was trying to remember something... something important. I went into a secret room in our house, and there I saw a person in a photo frame. I can’t explain it, Rajeev, but seeing that face—it triggered something inside me. I felt this intense need to re

Ambika stood by the mirror, adjusting the soft fabric of her fresh clothes, the reflection showing a woman who had been through so much yet carried an air of quiet strength. She had just finished getting ready when Rudra entered the room. The sight of her brought back a flood of memories for him—how she looked in their early days of marriage, the way her smile could light up a room, the laughter they once shared. There was a time when being together was effortless, a time before everything became complicated. Rudra’s heart ached with a mixture of nostalgia and regret as he moved closer to her. Quietly, almost hesitantly, he placed his hands on her shoulders from behind, a gesture meant to convey the warmth and connection he longed to restore. But Ambika, lost in her thoughts, startled at the unexpected touch. She stiffened momentarily before turning her head slightly, realizing it was Rudra. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, but as she looked down, she gently stepped