บททั้งหมดของ In search of true heart : บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

Just as Nand and Ram were about to give chase, the heavy doors of the chamber swung open with a loud creak. Rudra, Veer, Dharshan, and the rest of their team burst into the room, their faces a mixture of urgency and relief. "Dad!" Ram called out, stepping back from the now-sealed secret passage. Rudra's sharp eyes immediately took in the scene—the monitors, the sealed passage, and the tension in the air. He moved swiftly to Ram and Nand, his presence commanding and reassuring. “What happened here?” Rudra asked, his voice steady despite the chaos. Ram gestured towards the sealed passage. “We found the mask man. He escaped through there just moments ago. We were about to follow him when you arrived.” Nand nodded in agreement, his gauntlets still humming with residual energy. “He’s cunning, Rudra. He has secret passages and traps. But we’ve weakened his forces significantly.”

As Karunesh led the rest of the team into the room where Adwith's lifeless body lay among the others, a heavy silence descended upon them. The air was thick with the stench of death, a stark reminder of the grim reality they faced. Vipula's heart shattered as she laid eyes on Adwith, her beloved, now forever stilled. Her knees gave way beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground, overcome with grief. Her anguished sobs echoed off the stone walls, filling the room with a haunting lament. Karunesh, his own heart aching at the sight of Vipula's pain, knelt beside her. With tender care, he wrapped his arms around her trembling form, offering her a shoulder to lean on, a pillar of unwavering support amidst the storm of emotions. In that moment, Karunesh's love for Vipula radiated through his every action. His gentle touch, his comforting embrace, spoke volumes of the depth of his affection and his steadfast d

Rudra sat alone in his dimly lit room, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows on the walls. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he pondered over the mysterious adversary they had encountered. He knew the man well—or at least, he thought he did. This enigmatic figure, known for his direct and fearless attacks, was not one to hide in the shadows or orchestrate assaults from afar. The tactics they had faced recently were entirely out of character for the man Rudra remembered.He leaned back in his chair, the creak of the wood breaking the silence. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, but his mind was far away, retracing every detail of their recent encounters. The strategies employed by this masked figure were cunning and indirect, relying on misdirection and psychological warfare. This was not the way of the mysterious man Rudra had come to know over the years."This doesn't make sense," Rudra muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in concentration. "He wou

Nand shifted uneasily in his chair, the thought gnawing at him. "dad," he began, his voice tinged with concern, "what if this mysterious man isn't done with us? What if he has another plan in place, one that involves Rajeev and Gowthami again?" Rudra looked up, his eyes narrowing as he considered Nand's words. "What are you getting at, Nand?" Nand leaned forward, the urgency of his thoughts propelling him. "What if the man we encountered wasn't really the mastermind? What if he was just a decoy, someone put there to mislead us while the real threat remains hidden, waiting for the right moment to strike? We've been so focused on the direct threat, but what if his true plan is to manipulate Rajeev and Gowthami again?" Rudra's eyes darkened as he pondered Nand's hypothesis. It was a disturbing yet plausible scenario. "You mean to say that while we were chasing shadows, he could have been setting up another trap, using someo

The team gathered their belongings and prepared to return to Rudra, each of them carrying the weapon they had used during their mission. Veer had informed them that the mission was over, and it was time for everyone to resume their normal lives. As they traveled back, there was a sense of finality in the air, mingled with unspoken gratitude and lingering questions. Upon reaching Rudra's room , they found him waiting. His presence was as commanding as ever, yet there was a warmth in his eyes that hadn't been there before. The group approached him, the weapons in their hands gleaming under the dim lights of the room. dharshan stepped forward, speaking for the group. "Rudra, we wanted to return these weapons to you. They've served us well, but they belong to you." Rudra looked at the weapons, then at each of his young warriors. There was a moment of silence, heavy with the weight of their shared experiences. Finally, Rudra