The marriage rituals are starting off slowly. The ceremonial ceremony for the proposal got underway. The Gowthami brother was replaced by Abhimanyu, who also applied a sectarian tattoo (tilak) on the groom's forehead.
They exchanged gifts and then had the official engagement ceremony. They also performed the Ganapati Establishment and the Home Peace Ritual. After that, Uma and Gurdeep put a statue of Lord Ganapati within the house to bless both the bride and groom and the wedding itself.
Gowthami was perched in her chamber contemplating after the ceremony was over when she sensed something wasn't quite right.
Gowthami was not permitted to enter the Rajeev residence as the marriage rites got underway. Gowthami usually gets her meals from Rajeev's home, but because she was not permitted to eat there today, Sashi fetched some food for her to eat in her room.
When Sashi carried a tray of food into Gowthami's room, she spotted that she was a bit disturbed.
"Gowthami, why do you seem so unhappy? This was your wedding; are you not content with it?", Sashi said as she placed the dish down on the next table.
"I lack a sense of starving", Gowthami murmured, looking at her with concern in her voice.
With concern, Sashi questioned, "What happened, gowthami? Are you mourning your parents?"
Since Gowthami wasn't capable to recall her history, Sashi assumed that Gowthami was angry over being isolated from her biological parents. Every girl at her wedding longs for to be connected to their parents.
Gowthami rested on Sashi's lap and replied, "I have no clue precisely why but beginning today's waking hour, I am suspicious that something is awry. I perceive like a person who is very dear to me is in peril." She sounded really anxious.
Like a big sister, Sashi consoled Gowthami. They give off a vibe of being mother and daughter.
Going on Sashi's lap gave Gowthami the impression that she was dozing on her mother's lap.
The place where you may cry, sleep, and find peace is on a mother's lap; there is no room for fear, all anxieties are gone, and love reigns supreme.
Gowthami was allowed to take a short nap on Sashi's lap.
"Rest assured, Gowthami. I promise to do every available effort to help you reunite with your family and retrieve those cherished recollections.
Gowthami was filled with joy to have a family like Sashi and was beaming with tears as she gazed at her.
"It's getting chilly, so go ahead and get some lunch. If I don't, Rajeev will be upset with me for not helping him with his wife". Sashi used her hands to give Gowthami food.
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A group of people on a stroll in the forest spotted a female lying still close to a bush.
"Hey, have a peek over there—a woman appears to be there."
Others have said, "Come on, let's look, let's go, let's see who she is." and approached her closely.
Smears of blood cover her hands and clothes. Upon seeing the girl, one of them went to check her pulse.
He immediately encouraged, "Hey everyone, come on, she's in peril; her pulse is really slow."
"Take her to the ashram immediately, and Guru Ji will tend to her needs. "
Then she was driven to the ashram by the group. The ashram guru ji spotted his pupil's pulling a woman who was unconscious. And he hurried over to his students right away to find out what had unfolded.
"Guru Ji, we found her in the bush, and she needs immediate medical assistance," one of the students exclaimed, breathless with concern.
Guru Ji knelt down beside the unconscious woman, feeling for her pulse. His face grew grim. "Her pulse is very weak," he muttered under his breath, then raised his voice. "My god, quickly, take her to my room."
Turning to his assistant, he spoke urgently, "Bring me my medical kit, now."
The assistant rushed off as the others carefully carried the woman inside. Soon, Guru Ji began administering treatment, his hands steady as he worked with quiet determination. The room was filled with the scent of healing herbs, and time seemed to stretch as he focused on stabilizing her condition. Little by little, under his care, the woman began to show signs of improvement.
Two days later, the young girl, who had been unconscious and recovering, suddenly sprang up from her bed, eyes wide with alarm. "Mom!" she cried out, her voice breaking the stillness of the room.
She tried to get up, her legs shaky and weak, but the sickness that had gripped her body made her dizzy the moment her feet touched the floor. Her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed. A member of the ashram, who had been keeping an eye on her, quickly ran to inform Guru Ji of the girl's sudden movement.
When Guru Ji entered the room, he found her struggling to stand, her face pale, fighting against her own frailty. He hurried over and gently supported her, easing her back onto the bed. "What happened, child?" he asked softly, concern etched on his face as he adjusted the blanket around her.
The girl blinked, disoriented, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. But Guru Ji, sensing she was too weak to respond fully, smiled kindly and reassured her. "If you need anything, just tell us, and we will get it for you. Don't push yourself too hard."
He watched her carefully, his heart heavy with worry. He knew the road to recovery could be painful, and while he had tended to her injuries with great care, he understood that the physical and emotional strain she had endured would take time to heal. Despite his calm demeanor, his thoughts raced, hoping that she would soon regain her strength.
"Please, save my mother; she's in jeopardy." The girl's anxious expression was related to her mother.
In light of the girl's account, Guru Ji became somewhat alarmed. He contemplated how she had been brought to the ashram.
'Who is this girl? who hurt her loved ones', Guru Ji wondered to himself, figuring that he ought to assist them.
"Yeah, but you need to get some rest, my sweetie. You are exposing yourself to potential health risks by leaving the house at this moment." Guru Ji made an effort to persuade her, since she is not well enough to go.
The youngster pleaded with them to save her mother's life and asked them to let her go.
"Please let me go; I have to save my mom. Please, save my mother." She was very concerned about her mother and wanted to protect her at all costs.
Guru Ji rushed to the girl and soothed her as soon as he heard it.
He went on, "Don't fret, my child; I'll safeguard your mother and dispatch someone to go rescue your mother right away."
Without wasting a moment, Guru Ji reached for his phone and called Shiva, the one man he trusted above all others. Shiva had long been Guru Ji's right hand, handling most of the day-to-day responsibilities at the ashram with calm efficiency and unwavering loyalty. If anyone could be relied upon to save the girl's mother, it was him.
As soon as Shiva arrived, Guru Ji quickly explained the situation, his voice steady but urgent. "This girl's mother is out there, somewhere. She needs our help. We can't waste any time."
The young girl, despite her weakened state, sat up as best she could and, with surprising clarity, gave a detailed description of the place where she last saw her mother. Her voice wavered with desperation, but she didn't miss a single detail. Every word seemed to hang in the air as Guru Ji absorbed the information.
Guru Ji turned to Shiva, his expression resolute. "You must go now, immediately. Time is not on our side."
Shiva nodded without hesitation. "Yes, Guru Ji," he replied, his voice calm but determined. He rushed outside, mounting his horse with practiced ease. The horse snorted, sensing the urgency in its rider. With a swift kick of his heels, Shiva urged the animal forward, speeding off toward the distant location the girl had described.
As the sound of hooves faded into the distance, Guru Ji stood by the window, watching the horizon. He offered a silent prayer for the success of the mission, his thoughts lingering on the girl, who now lay back in bed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion but glimmering with hope.