Rudra stood by the window, gazing at the horizon with a contemplative expression. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. Tracy entered, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked, attempting to lighten the mood.
Rudra turned, offering a faint smile. "Just pondering the complexities of our situation. "Tracy nodded, understanding the weight of the challenges ahead. Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Stella sat across from Prakash in a cozy café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, creating a warm ambiance.
"I've been reflecting on recent events," Stella began, her voice tinged with introspection. "It's as if everything I thought I knew has been turned upside down." Prakash reached out, placing a comforting hand on hers. "Change can be unsettling, but it often leads to growth. How can I support you through this?" Stella looked up, her eyes meeting him with a renewed sense of purpose. "I want to help Rudra and Tracy. I believe our paths are intertwined, and together, we can uncover the truth."
Back at Rudra's residence, he and Tracy were deep in discussion. "We need to consider all possibilities," Rudra stated, his tone firm. "The answers we seek might be hidden in plain sight." Tracy leaned forward; her brow furrowed in concentration. "What if Stella holds the key to this mystery? Her recent actions suggest she knows more than she's letting on."
Rudra paused, contemplating her words. "It's plausible. We should approach her, but with caution. Trust is a fragile commodity these days." As night descended, the city lights twinkled, casting a serene glow over the bustling streets. Rudra, Tracy, Stella, and Prakash found themselves at a crossroads, their decisions in the coming days crucial to unravelling the enigma that bound them together.
The journey ahead promised to be fraught with challenges, but with determination and unity, they were poised to confront whatever truths lay ahead. Thus, the stage is set for the next chapter, where alliances will be tested, and secrets will surface. Stay tuned, dear readers, as the saga continues to unfold.
On another side, Stella and Prakash reached the airport. Nathan along with the driver sent both of them to the guest house because it was late night and there were no hotels available, and that created problems. The guest house is luxurious by nature. This is the place near to the caves in which our saints of love and prosperity were imprisoned. This place is called Nagvaara situated near Pune and Mumbai. In the dimly lit guest house nestled in the lush countryside of Goa, Tracy reclined on a dusty armchair, the exhaustion of the day pulling at her like a weight she could no longer bear. She reached for her phone, attempting once more to call her sister, Stella, but the line remained unreachable. With a sigh, she dropped the phone onto her lap and mindlessly began scrolling through her gallery. Images of places, people, and moments long past flickered across the screen until her finger hesitated.
She had stumbled upon photos she hadn't touched in years—snapshots of their childhood. A time before the darkness descended. She found herself staring at a picture of her family, taken in the garden of their old home. Their mother, Catherine, was laughing, her arms around both Stella and Tracy. Stella was five, and Tracy only two, unaware of the storm that would soon tear their world apart. Catherine always told them to stay together, to never leave each other's side. But life had other plans.
Once she and Tracy were ready for school, Alexander was making breakfast. Stella felt a strange sense of unease because Catherine hadn't bid her and Tracy farewell with a kiss as she usually did. Her young heart felt anxious, but she didn't give up. Worried that her mother might not be feeling well, she decided to check on her. As she approached Catherine's room, the door was half-open. Out of curiosity, she slowly pushed it open, careful not to disturb her mother if she was resting.
But as Stella peeked inside, the sight froze her in place. A man in a black hood was cutting her mother's hand with a knife, and her blood was being collected in a bowl. The hooded man looked terrifying, like a ghost, wearing a long black robe and having unnaturally long, scary nails. Horrified, Stella ran from the room.
It was a nightmare no eight-year-old should have to experience. But when she played with her little sister, Tracy, the terrible memory faded. Tracy always held her hand and walked beside her, even after their mother's death. Despite the tragedy, Tracy stayed strong, doing everything she could to keep her older sister happy.
Stella's fingers hovered over the image of their mother; the warmth of the memory soured by the sharp sting of loss. Stella had never recovered. At just eight years old, Stella had witnessed their mother's brutal murder—an image seared into her soul. Stella 's eyes clouded with tears as she remembered the fear in her mother's eyes. The hooded man, dressed in black, with long, terrifying nails, had taken their mother's life in a gruesome ritual right in front of Stella. The sight had left her haunted, broken. Tracy had been too young to fully comprehend the horror, but she always remembered how Stella had clung to her after that day, how she had tried to protect her little sister from the nightmare she couldn't escape.
But time had a way of changing things. Tracy grew into an intelligent, strong woman, while Stella wrestled with her inner demons. Jealousy had seeped into their relationship, driving a wedge between them. Yet, here in the solitude of the guest house, with the haunting memories of their past, Stella realized how foolish that jealousy had been. Stella had carried a burden far too heavy for any child, and now, more than ever, Stella wanted to be the sister Tracy needed.
Stella was lost in a daydream, cherishing the memories of the past, when her phone rang. Seeing Tracy's name on the screen jolted her back to reality, her happiness soaring. She picked up the call and greeted me warmly, "Hello, my little sister! How are you?" Tracy, taken aback by Stella's affectionate tone, replied, "Sister, I'm fine. How are you?"
Without much delay, Tracy got to the point, her voice laced with urgency. "Is Prakash with you? You both need to come to Goa as soon as possible. So much has happened in such a short time, and we desperately need your help. I can't explain everything over the phone, but it's important we meet in person. Please, be here in two days." Before Stella could ask for details, Tracy hung up.
Worried, Stella began pacing the room. Noticing her distress, Prakash gently wrapped his arms around her waist and asked what was wrong. Stella recounted the conversation with Tracy, and without hesitation, they booked the next flight to Goa. Why are they called urgently? What is the secret of the map which Pratap got from the old man? Is the God of goodness real or fake? Wait for the next updates my friends.