Everyone is a bit shocked by the guru's remarks.
Ram was the initial to pose the question, "Do you know Rajeev? Who are you? You seem to be saying that you've known him since he was a child."
The guru, deep in thought, grappled with a torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. The weight of his thoughts bore down on him, casting a shadow over his usually calm demeanor. The flickering candlelight danced across his face, revealing the deep lines of worry etched into his weathered features.
"I can't reveal my identity to Rajeev right now," he thought, his heart heavy with the burden of the secret he carried. The thought of endangering Rajeev sent a chill down his spine. The stakes were too high, the risks too great. If the truth came to light, Rajeev's life would be in peril.
His hands clenched into fists as memories of his lost family surged to the surface, memories that had haunted him for years. He had already lost so much—his loved ones taken from him in the cruelest of ways. Rajeev was the only person left, the last thread connecting him to the life he had once known. The thought of losing him, too, was unbearable.
"If they find out that Rajeev is my son, his life may be in jeopardy," Guru's thoughts continued, the anguish in his heart intensifying. He had spent years in the shadows, protecting Rajeev from the dangers that lurked just beyond their sight. Every decision he made, every sacrifice, had been to ensure Rajeev's safety. To reveal the truth now would undo everything, exposing Rajeev to the same forces that had destroyed his family.
Guru took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. He knew he had to stay strong, to keep the truth hidden for as long as it took. The love he had for Rajeev was fierce and unyielding, a father's love that would stop at nothing to protect his child. Even if it meant keeping his distance, even if it meant shouldering the pain of secrecy alone, he would do it.
For Rajeev's sake, he had no other choice.
Yes, Rajeev's father, Rubra, was the one wearing the mask and referred to as guru.
Rudra claimed to know Rajeev well, which may explain why he is reluctant to learn about his own kid. He was well aware of his son's potential.
How could he not know about his own blood? His heart ached with a pain that had lingered for fifteen long years. Yes, the guru was Rudra, Rajeev's father, who had mysteriously disappeared all those years ago. No one knew the true story behind his disappearance, and he had ensured it stayed that way to protect his family.
The weight of this secret bore down on Rudra, and he felt the familiar sting of grief. The memories of his lost family flooded his mind, each one a dagger to his heart. The only person he had left in this world was Rajeev. He had watched his son from the shadows, proud of the man he had become but tormented by the distance that had been necessary to keep him safe.
Rudra's eyes lingered on Rajeev, taking in every detail of the son he had been forced to abandon for the greater good. His heart swelled with pride and sorrow, knowing he could not reveal the truth. Not yet. The danger was too great, the stakes too high. He had to remain silent, to carry this burden alone, no matter the cost.
As he stood there, battling the pain within himself, he maintained his stoic exterior. Rajeev, Ram, and Gowthami were unaware of the turmoil raging inside him. They could see only the calm, composed guru, unaware that he was a father aching to embrace his son.
The silence in the room grew heavier, filled with unspoken words and hidden truths. Rudra's resolve hardened. He would protect Rajeev at all costs, even if it meant keeping his distance. The love he felt for his son was a burning flame, one that he had to keep hidden to shield Rajeev from the darkness that lurked in his past.
Rudra's internal struggle was a silent testament to the depth of his love and the lengths he would go to ensure Rajeev's safety. For now, he would remain the enigmatic guru, guiding them on their journey, while silently bearing the weight of a father's love and a protector's burden.
The only people who know his true identity are Sakhi and Aatreya. His true name is Rudra, and he often spoke to Sakhi about his family.
However, Sakhi lost her memory and Atreya is now more well-known in this realm for revealing his identity.
He didn't want to divulge his identify because he wanted to keep his kid safe.
Rajeev was eagerly awaiting the guru's response since, ever since they met, he had a strong emotional connection with him; his heart assures him that they are really close.
He recalled his father's comments as he said that he knew Rajeev very well and the fact no one could possibly understand more concerning him than him in this dimension.
It used to be Rajeev's father's favorite saying, "No one in this world can know about you as I do,"
"I stated that since Sakhi is my most capable pupils, I know her well, and I can predict who she would select." Without delay, Guru modified his statement.
Rajeev expressed his frustration with his expression.
"You are my child and I always honor your emotions no matter what," the Guru remarked to Gowthami, placing his hands on the top of her skull. "If you pick this particular individual as your spouse, then I am extremely pleased to you and I approve of your union; if Aatreya is with us currently he will probably say precisely the same thing."
She felt a wave of emotion wash over her, a mix of gratitude and relief. Rudra's endorsement meant the world to her, especially invoking the memory of her father, Athreya. She had always felt his presence guiding her, and hearing Rudra's words brought a sense of closure and validation.
Rajeev, standing beside her, felt a profound respect for Rudra. The way he spoke with such conviction and affection for Gowthami made Rajeev see him in a new light. There was a depth to this man, a kindness that mirrored the compassion Rajeev had always sought in a mentor.
Ram, too, was moved. He had always known Gowthami to be special, but seeing the respect and trust Rudra had in her reinforced his admiration for her. He felt a renewed sense of camaraderie and respect for the journey they were on together.
As Rudra's words hung in the air, a palpable sense of unity and purpose settled over the group. They were bound not just by their quest, but by the deep, familial bonds that had been forged in the fire of adversity. Gowthami, with renewed determination, nodded to Rudra, acknowledging his words with a silent promise to honor the trust he had placed in her.
"In what way I used to call you; could you kindly reveal your face to me? I would want to know about this city and my previous existence." Gowthami was very interested in learning about her previous life.