บททั้งหมดของ In search of true heart : บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Rudra, sitting in his office, decided to take a short break and scrolled through his social media. As he saw Abhi's recent posts from Manali, a warm smile spread across his face. The photos depicted a beautiful day filled with laughter and scenic views, capturing the essence of a perfect family outing. He liked a few of the photos, enjoying the visible happiness of his brother and friends. But then, as he was about to scroll past, something in the background of one of the photos caught his eye. Rudra's finger froze over the screen. A familiar silhouette stood out, partially hidden among the trees. His heart pounded in his chest as he instinctively zoomed in on the photo. The figure in the background became clearer, and Rudra's eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at the image, his mind racing. The person in the background bore a striking resemblance to someone he thought he’d never see again. It was a woman, her face par

Meanwhile, on the other end, Rudra was moving with a sense of urgency that left no room for delay. His adopted sons, Ram and Nand, watched in shock as he gave rapid-fire instructions to prepare for their sudden departure to Manali. The normally composed and collected Rudra was now a whirlwind of activity."Ram, pack our bags. Nand, get the car ready. We need to be at the airport in less than an hour," Rudra ordered, his voice uncharacteristically sharp.Ram and Nand exchanged puzzled glances. They had seen their father in various states of urgency, but never quite like this. Something about his demeanor suggested that this was no ordinary trip."Father, what's going on?" Ram asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Is something wrong with Rajeev or Gowthami?"Rudra paused for a moment, his eyes softening as he looked at his sons. But he quickly masked any emotion, shaking his head. "No, nothing is wrong. There's just... something we need to see. A s

The morning sun cast a golden hue over the hills of Manali as Rajeev, Abhi, and their partners roamed the town in a state of heightened anxiety. The previous night's discovery had thrown their peaceful vacation into turmoil, and their only focus now was finding Ambika. Rajeev’s eyes scanned every face in the bustling streets, searching for the familiar features of his long-lost mother. Abhi, equally determined, was on the phone, coordinating with local authorities and private investigators. Their hearts pounded with a mixture of hope and dread, the image of Ambika’s face burned into their minds. They visited the local police station, where Rajeev showed the officers the photo of Ambika. The police, though sympathetic, could offer little more than standard protocol. They agreed to distribute the photo and check hospital records and local shelters, but the chances of finding someone based on a photograph alone were slim. Rajeev’s voice trembled as he pleaded with the officer in c

By the time Rudra arrived at Rajeev's place, the sky had darkened, and a heavy silence hung in the air. The dim lights of the hotel flickered, casting long shadows across the lobby. Rajeev and Abhi were waiting, their faces etched with concern and frustration. Rudra, ever the pillar of strength, walked in with an air of determination. His presence alone brought a sense of relief to his brothers. They quickly gathered around a small table in the corner of the lobby, where Abhi spread out the scant information they had collected about Ambika. "We've searched everywhere she could have gone," Abhi began, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "We've asked around, shown her picture to everyone we could think of, but no one has seen her." Rajeev, his eyes still red from crying, nodded in agreement. "It's like she vanished into thin air. I don't understand. If she's alive, why hasn't she come back to us?" Rudra listened carefully, his

As the first light of dawn filtered through the windows, Abhi woke up and stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stepped out of his room and looked around, noticing for the first time the cozy, homelike atmosphere of the place they were staying. The previous night, he had been too tired and distracted to pay much attention, but now the details stood out to him. The building was a charming structure, with rustic wooden beams and large, welcoming windows that let in the soft morning light. The walls were painted in warm, earthy tones, and the floors were made of polished wood that creaked softly underfoot. There were comfortable couches arranged around a stone fireplace in the living area, and the kitchen, visible from where he stood, looked modern and well-equipped. It felt more like a home than a hotel, and he found himself appreciating the warmth and comfort it exuded. Abhi wandered into the main living area where Rudra and Ram were