Semua Bab In search of true heart : Bab 241 - Bab 250

Everyone nodded in agreement with Rudra's plan, the air thick with resolve. Rudra's eyes moved around the room, landing on each member of the team, assessing their readiness. His gaze finally settled on Vipula, who was nursing a bandaged arm. "Vipula," Rudra said, his voice softer but firm. "Are you sure you're up for this? If you're hurt, it might be better for you to stay behind." Vipula looked up, meeting Rudra's concerned eyes with a determined stare. She flexed her bandaged arm slightly, wincing but resolute. "I'm fine," she insisted. "This mission is too important. I won't let a little injury hold me back." Rudra studied her for a moment, then nodded, seeing the steely determination in her eyes. "Alright, but if it gets too much, you need to let us know. We can't afford to lose anyone else." Vipula gave a curt nod, her jaw set. The rest of the team exchanged glances, their respect for her dedication evident.

Rudra sat alone in his room, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. He was lost in thought, the weight of the situation bearing heavily on him. His mind kept drifting back to his son, Rajeev, the source of his deepest love and greatest doctor. Rudra had always been a stoic man, a leader who rarely showed vulnerability. But when it came to Rajeev, his heart was laid bare. Memories of Rajeev as a child flooded his mind—his laughter, his boundless curiosity, the way he looked up to his father with those bright, trusting eyes. Rajeev had grown into a strong, capable man, but to Rudra, he would always be his little boy, deserving of every protection he could muster. Rudra knew the dangers they were facing, and he had already guessed that Guhya, the mysterious and deadly adversary, would target Rajeev if he learned of Rajeev and Gowthami's plans to go on a honeymoon. The thought of Guhya's relentless pursuit filled Rudra with a cold d

Vipula sat alone in her dimly lit room, the silence around her a stark contrast to the turmoil within. Her thoughts were consumed by Adwith, the man she loved with all her heart. Something was wrong; she could feel it deep inside. Adwith had never ignored her calls before. Since the day they fell in love, their connection had been constant and reassuring, a steady presence in her life. But ever since Adwith came to Dharmagiri, her calls to him had gone unanswered, and the silence was becoming unbearable.Her mind replayed the events of the day, particularly Veer's announcement during the meeting. He had mentioned that two of their policemen had been killed, and the news had sent a shiver down her spine. She had no idea who the fallen officers were, and a dreadful thought gnawed at her—could Adwith be one of them?Vipula's heart raced as she considered the possibilities. Adwith had always been dedicated to his work, brave and determined to uphold justice. It was one

Jignesh could see the depth of emotion in Karunesh’s eyes as he spoke about Vipula. It was unmistakable—the man was in love with his sister. Jignesh knew Karunesh’s background well. He came from a wealthy and influential family, respected in the community. Karunesh was not only financially secure but also a person of integrity and strength, qualities that Jignesh admired and respected. There was a time, not too long ago, when Jignesh had considered the possibility of arranging a marriage between Vipula and Karunesh. He had believed that such a union would ensure his sister's happiness and secure her future. Karunesh seemed like the perfect match—someone who could provide Vipula with a life of comfort and support, while also loving her deeply. However, before Jignesh could act on this thought, Vipula had met Adwith. The connection between them had been instant and profound. Adwith, with his quiet strength and unwavering dedication,

In the dimly lit room, Rudra stood before his assembled team, holding a stack of unassuming hats. The team members exchanged puzzled glances, their serious expressions hinting at skepticism. Rudra's voice cut through the silence, commanding their full attention. "These hats," Rudra began, "will act as shields. They will prevent any weapon from touching you." A murmur of confusion rippled through the room. Veer, Ram, Nand, Vipula, and the others examined the hats in their hands, their brows furrowing in disbelief. How could a simple hat offer such protection? Rudra, sensing their doubt, turned to Ram. "Ram, put on the hat," he instructed. Ram nodded, placing the hat on his head, still unsure of what to expect. Rudra then moved to the side of the room, where a rack of training weapons was stored. He selected a blunt training sword, its weight solid in his hand, and turned back to face Ram. "Prepare yourself," R