All Chapters of In search of true heart : Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

He was just about to ask where Gnapika and Nand might be when, as if on cue, the pair emerged from the mansion’s side entrance, carrying trays laden with snacks and various musical instruments. The sight of them brought an immediate wave of relief to Rajeev’s heart, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Gnapika’s face was lit with a mischievous grin, and there was a certain spark in her eyes that Rajeev hadn’t seen in some time. "Look who decided to join us!" Abhi exclaimed with a broad grin, rising from his seat. "And they come bearing gifts—snacks and entertainment! Now it’s really a party!" Rajeev watched as Gnapika and Nand made their way to the table, setting down their offerings with a flourish. The atmosphere around them lightened immediately, the tension melting away as Gnapika fell into her role as the pampered sister among the brothers. She playfully nudged Abhi with her elbow as she set down a plate of sweets, her laught

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

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

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

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