All Chapters of In search of true heart : Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Rajeev stood before the students , his eyes filled with earnestness and concern. "I apologize for Gowthami's behavior," he began, his voice steady but remorseful. "She acted out of instinct to protect me, but that doesn't justify the harm caused." He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "Please, understand that I had no part in Gnapika's kidnapping. I would never do such a thing. In fact, I treat her like my own sister. I promise you, I would never allow any harm to come to her." . The students, still wary but sensing the sincerity in Rajeev's tone, exchanged uncertain glances. Rajeev continued, "We are here to help find her, not to cause trouble. Our only goal is to ensure her safety and bring her back to you. If there's anything I can do to prove my intentions, please let me know." Gowthami, standing beside him, nodded in agreement, her earlier anger replaced by a determined calm. She steppe

Rajeev’s mind buzzed with a flurry of questions, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and anguish. "Where have you been all these years, Mom? Why didn't you come back? What happened?" He looked into Ambika's eyes, searching for answers, his heart aching for the lost time. Meera, or Ambika, felt her throat tighten, words failing her as she faced her son. The emotions of the reunion were overwhelming, and the weight of the past years lay heavy on her. She remained silent, her eyes welling with unshed tears. Sensing her struggle, Sensei stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. He looked at Rajeev with a calm, steady gaze and began to explain. "I found Meera, as she is known now, years ago in the mountains. She was severely injured, on the brink of death, with no memory of her past. I brought her back to our village, and with time, she recovered physically. But her memories remained elusive." Rajeev listened intentl

The student's suspicion cast a shadow over the tense atmosphere, his words echoing doubts that had been lingering in the air. "We can't ignore the possibility," he said, his voice edged with skepticism. "What if Gnapika is somewhere in this house, hidden away by Rajeev and Rudra as part of some elaborate scheme to deceive us and manipulate Meera?" His words sparked a moment of uncertainty among the group. Abhi and Ram exchanged wary glances, while Nand furrowed his brow in deep thought. Rajeev's expression remained stoic, though a flicker of frustration passed through his eyes at the distrust aimed towards him. Sensei, always the voice of reason, stepped forward to address the concern. "While it's important to consider all possibilities, we must also trust each other," he said, his tone calm yet firm. "Rajeev has shown nothing but sincerity in his efforts to find Gnapika. Let's not jump to conclusions

As the group advanced through the hidden passage, their hearts raced with a mix of anticipation and dread. The dimly lit room at the end of the passage held a sight that sent shockwaves through them all. Gnapika was bound with chains, her fragile form struggling against the restraints. Her once vibrant eyes now held a glimmer of desperation and pain. The chains had dug into her skin, causing blood to trickle down her arms, a stark contrast against her pale complexion. Her weakened state spoke volumes of the ordeal she had endured. Ambika's breath caught in her throat as she beheld her daughter's suffering. Her eyes widened in horror and disbelief, tears welling up at the sight of Gnapika's plight. "My baby," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Meera rushed to Gnapika's side, her maternal instincts overriding everything else. With trembling hands, she carefully examined the chains,

Rudra, his face set with a serious expression, locked eyes with Gnapika. "I didn’t kill anyone," he said firmly. Gnapika, equally resolute, stared back at him. "I’m going to ask you a few questions, and I need only one-word answers. Can you do that?" Rudra nodded. "Yes." She took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "Were you the one who kidnapped me?" "No," Rudra replied without hesitation. "Did you know I was your daughter?" she asked, her voice tight with emotion. "No," Rudra said again, his voice steady. After a few more questions, Gnapika’s demeanor grew even more serious. She pulled a photo out of her hand, one she had been clutching tightly. Holding it up to Rudra, she asked, "Did you kill this person?" Rudra's eyes widened in shock as he looked at the photo. His face went pale, and his hands began to tremble. The image staring back at him was unmistakable. It was a man he recognized but had not seen in years. The gravity of the accusation hung heavily in the air