"Are you attempting to dupe me like abhi? Do you imagine I am going to trust in all of the tales you tell me like ram?" Sashi said, laughing.
" Do you believe I'm telling you all these things", Gowthami said in a tone of seriousness.
Sashi was shocked to see the sincerity on Gowthami's face. "It is reliable what you mentioned."
"Indeed, I do possess a little combat abilities; but, I'm not sure who taught me these, and I can't even recall my parents." When Gowthami told Sashi that, she was overcome with sadness.
She is aware that her father has passed away, but she is unable to confess to Sashi anything about her despite her pledge to Rajeev to keep her identity a secret until she has a complete understanding of her background. She lamented the loss of her mother and father and the fact that she was alone without a family.
Sashi is able to sense what Gowthami is thinking.
She is set to marry Rajeev shortly, but she is quite depressed since she lost her memories. Every girl wants her parents to be at her marriage, but Gowthami is extremely unhappy since she was unable to remember her history.
Sashi consoled her, saying, "Don't worry, we're family. We will handle taking care of all the rituals in your wedding. Don't feel sorrowful Gowthami. Love me as part of your family. It's all fate. I really hope you will undoubtedly regain your memories. Have faith in me; I will support and ensure you of that. "
As a medical professional, Sashi wanted to heal her and assured her that she would do it without a doubt. Sashi had a great desire to heal her , and she knew that Rajeev would undoubtedly assist Gowthami.
Gowthami embraced Sashi and expressed her gratitude, feeling overjoyed by their affection for her.
....
Rudra is positioned in a pitch-dark chamber with the sole source of light in the cave being the lanthar that is next to him.
Rudra's face is plainly seen via the light from the lanthar shining on it; he has many bandages all over his body in addition to one on his head. There was grief on his face.
He was successful in winning the war, even though he was wounded, but as a result of the fight, he was forced to leave his home neighborhood. Later, he relocated to a hidden cave distance from Dharmagiri for security-related concerns.
When he arrived near Dharmagiri, he was concerned that his adversaries would learn about Rajeev and Gowthami since he himself couldn't resist seeing his son; if he did, they may even discover Gowthami's whereabouts.
It was not what he wanted to happen. He wished for Rajeev and Gowthami to have a happy life free from hardships.
The image in his hand was an old, faded family portrait. It was a tender snapshot of a time long past—a family frozen in a moment of peace. In the photo, an older couple, likely in their forties, sat in simple chairs, the husband and wife smiling gently at the camera. Behind them stood a younger couple, both in their twenties, holding a newborn baby in their arms. Their faces glowed with the joy of new parenthood.
This was the Rudra family portrait, taken on the day Rajeev was born. Now, it was all that remained for Rudra, the last physical reminder of the family he once had. He had stayed away from them, believing it was the only way to keep them safe. The guilt had weighed heavily on him, but never—never—did he think that staying away would mean losing them forever. He never imagined that one day they would all be gone, leaving Rajeev to grow up without them, without him.
As Rudra stared at the photo, his heart ached with the weight of his choices. He had missed everything—Rajeev's first steps, his first words, the moments that make up a childhood. And now, his son had grown up without the father he needed, while Rudra had hidden in the shadows, thinking he was protecting them.
But in truth, he had failed. He had lost his family, and Rajeev had faced a difficult, lonely upbringing without the love and support a father should provide.
Regret coursed through him, deep and relentless. As a father, he felt rejected by fate, by circumstance, and most painfully, by his own actions. And now, all he had left was a picture—a beautiful, bittersweet memory of the family he once held so dear, but could never truly have again.
"I apologize, Rajeev. I lost all of you folks to my folly, and you had to endure a difficult upbringing as a result of me."
His eyes were filled with tears, indicating that he was in excruciating suffering.
When Nand initially arrived at Rudra, he was able to see Rudra in agony.
"Are you upset, Guru? Is that lad your son who tied the knot to the Sakhi .
Rudra glanced at the individual positioned nearer to him. He is the same individual who led Rajeev to Rudra and whom Rajeev and Ram met at the Gowthami residence. He goes by the name of nand, or A2.
With a heartfelt apology, Rudra answered, "Yes, Rajeev is my only son. I failed to be a good father to him, and as a result, he had a difficult adolescence."
Nand responded, "Never mention that, guru. You are an outstanding parent to all of us. I comprehend why you abandoned your son alone. If Rajeev finds out about you, he will undoubtedly admire you." Nand turned to face his guru. " Though it's all karma, all you felt was a need to protect your family."
Rudra smiled helplessly." Yes, my family experienced all of this karma as a result of me."
Nand quickly shifted the subject and recalled his original motivation for coming. "Guru, I've heard that Rajeev and Gowthami attempted to penetrate our society once again by coming to the mountaintop but they were unsuccessful and had to leave."
Rudra blocked the entrance to the community in order to protect Rajeev and Gowthami since he knew Rajeev would undoubtedly pay him another visit. Gowthami's background will wreak havoc in Rajeev and Gowthami's wedded lives if they returned to this society. His main desire was for Rajeev and Gowthami to have happy lives; he didn't want that to occur.
Nand stepped forward, his expression serious, and said, "Gurus, I think this might be a note from your son. I found this letter near the rocky area."
Rudra's heart skipped a beat. Could it be? With a mixture of hope and fear, he hurriedly grabbed the letter from Nand's hand, his fingers trembling as he tore it open. His eyes raced across the paper, absorbing the familiar handwriting.
(I don't know where you are, Father, or if this letter will ever reach you. Since you've blocked every attempt I've made to contact you, I leave this letter here, hoping it will somehow find its way to you. I'll be overjoyed if you ever read these words.
I came back to tell you one thing: the day you married my mother is the same day I'm getting married. I ask only this—please come to my wedding. I know you've distanced yourself from me, but could you grant your son and your soon-to-be daughter-in-law this one request? We both long to see you there.
I hope you're safe and well, wherever you are. Please take care of yourself, Dad. Sakhi and I will be waiting for you on our wedding day.
Goodbye.)
Rudra's hands shook as he held the letter, his eyes blurring with unshed tears. Each word hit him like a wave of emotion—regret, guilt, and longing crashing over him all at once. Rajeev's words were a plea, a son reaching out across the distance, still hoping his father would return, still wanting him to be part of his life despite the years of silence.
The day you married my mother... That simple sentence echoed in Rudra's mind. He had distanced himself from his son for so long, believing that staying away would protect him. But now, Rajeev was asking for one last chance—for Rudra to step out of the shadows and be there, at one of the most important moments of his life.
The weight of his past decisions bore down on him, but for the first time in years, Rudra felt a flicker of something different—hope. He hadn't lost everything, not yet. Rajeev still wanted him to be there. He still had a chance to be a father again.
Wiping his eyes, Rudra clutched the letter tightly. I will be there, he vowed silently. I will not let my son down again.