Outside, the night was still, the stars twinkling in the vast sky above. The palace, though abandoned, felt alive with the energy of the past, the spirits of those who had once walked its halls. Tracy glanced at her father, standing beside the crumbling stone walls, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Dad," she called softly, walking over to him. "Are you ready for this?"
Alexander turned to her, his expression softening. "I've waited years for this moment, Tracy. I'm ready to face whatever comes." They shared a quiet moment, the weight of the past heavy between them. But as they stood together in the ruins of the palace, Tracy felt a sense of peace. They were not alone in this fight. They had each other.
The news of Alexander's reappearance in Goa had spread like wildfire, shocking those who had believed him lost to the winds of time. Reports circulated in the local papers, detailing his return, his reunion with his daughters, and the mysterious palace where he had been found. But the true story—the one that lay beneath the surface—remained hidden. Only those who knew the legends of the map and the cave of the Saint of Goodness understood the significance of Alexander's return.
Kapil's hands trembled as he ended the call with Aakash. His world was unravelling faster than he could control. Alexander was alive. His survival not only threatened the secrets he'd buried but also meant that all of his meticulous planning could crumble in an instant. The spies Kapil had relied upon informed him of his son's unexpected journey to India, specifically to track down the elusive Black Dragon. As if that wasn't enough to push Kapil's nerves to the edge, the wake of Police Officer Ronith had also stirred trouble. Kapil clenched his fists, attempting to calm the storm inside.
On the other side of the world, a different awakening was taking place. Ronith's eyes fluttered open, blinking at the bright lights of the hospital room. Confusion filled his mind, and the faces that surrounded him were like pieces of a puzzle he couldn't fit together. Doctors and nurses came and went, examining and speaking softly. But amidst the murky memories, a face stood out to Ronith—a face he recognized without hesitation. "Rakshitha," he whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse.
Tears welled up in Rakshitha's eyes, and she rushed to his side, holding his hand. "Ronith, I'm here," she assured him, her voice choking with emotion. Her presence soothed the confusion within him, and although his memories were fragmented, he was grateful that the bond they shared had not been lost.
Smitha watched from a distance, feeling the bittersweet emotions within her. Ronith had no recollection of her, but she was relieved that his connection with Rakshitha remained intact. She held onto the hope that time would heal not just Ronith's body but also his memories, and that perhaps someday, he would remember their bond as well. Deep inside, Smitha yearned for the return of the old days when their camaraderie had been unwavering.
Meanwhile, Robert stepped out of the airport and spotted Rudra and Tracy waiting for him. The long journey had wearied him, but seeing the two of them filled him with a sense of fulfillment. Tracy looked happier than he had ever seen her. He could see the unspoken connection between Tracy and Rudra, and it warmed his heart.
"Finally, after all this effort, Tracy has found her love," Robert thought with satisfaction. He approached them, exchanging warm greetings. There was a familiarity in their interactions that spoke of battles fought together and trust earned through trials.
After catching up, Robert pulled Tracy and Rudra aside to share the information he had uncovered. His voice was steady as he recounted the details, yet a sense of urgency underpinned his words. When he finished, Tracy and Rudra shared their findings as well. They spoke of the map they had found and the place marked on it—the site where the God of Love was believed to be imprisoned. This site was located near Pune.
Tracy listened intently but kept one piece of information close to her heart. She chose not to reveal the truth about his and Smitha's past lives. Although the connection between their previous lives and their current mission was significant, she felt that the time to disclose it had not yet come. There were already too many complexities to handle, and revealing their past lives would only add to the chaos. She silently agreed with Rudra that keeping Robert's secret is the best choice. Tracy and Rudra thought that, for now, it was best to keep this matter a secret
Later that evening, Smitha visited Ronith in his hospital room. She hesitated at the door, gathering her courage before stepping inside. Ronith was awake, his eyes still carrying a haze of uncertainty. He turned toward her as she entered. Tracy, Robert and Rudra decided to visit Rudra's sister Smitha who is staying near to Pune which is named as Nagvaara because Smitha is staying there and the vacation is approaching.
Here in hospital Smitha is talking to Ronith about their friendship but he is unable to recap his memories. After a second of silence Smitha said, "Ronith," she said softly, trying to mask her anxiety with a gentle smile. "It's good to see you awake."
Ronith studied her face, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. It was like staring at a distant star—something familiar yet out of reach. Smitha felt a pang of sorrow but forced herself to stay positive. She spoke of their shared memories, their laughter, and the days they spent planning missions together. He listened quietly, but it was evident that he struggled to piece together the fragments of his past.
As she finished, Smitha took a deep breath. "I promised Rudra that we would take a trip after all of this chaos. A vacation to a place called Nagvaar, near Pune. It's a special place for me," she explained. "Would you… like to join us?" Ronith considered her offer, and for a moment, Smitha feared he would decline. But then he nodded slowly. "Maybe it will help… clear my mind," he said, his voice unsure but willing.
The journey to Nagvaara was serene. The lush landscapes and quaint villages of the region provided a stark contrast to the turbulence that had marked their recent days. The group arrived in the quiet village, and the air was filled with a sense of peace that seemed almost surreal after all they had endured. Tracy, Rudra and Robert also set off to Nagvaara to find the truth. Alexander, Arun, insisted on going but the children did not accept that because they didn't want to lose their fathers.
Nagvaara held a special significance for Smitha. It was not just a village; it was a place tied deeply to her past. As they settled into their guest house, memories from her previous life flooded back, bringing a mixture of nostalgia and longing. She had been here before—long ago, in a different time, in a different life. And in that life, there had been a man who had been everything to her. That man was Robert.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Smitha and Robert found themselves alone, overlooking the vast fields surrounding Nagvaara. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine, and the rustling leaves whispered secrets from their shared past. "Robert," Smitha began hesitantly, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken memories. "This place… it means more to me than you know." Robert turned to her, understanding dawning in his eyes. He had sensed that their return to Nagvaara would awaken memories, but he had not anticipated the depth of emotion that would accompany it. "Smitha," he said, his voice steady but laced with emotion. "I remember."
The revelation hung between them like a fragile thread connecting two lives separated by time. Smitha felt tears well up in her eyes as memories of their past life resurfaced. The love they had shared, the promises they had made, and the sacrifices they had endured—all of it came rushing back with an intensity that left her breathless. In their previous life, they had been lovers—bound not just by love, but by a shared destiny. They had fought battles side by side and faced trials that tested their strength. Their love had transcended time, only to be rediscovered in this new life. As the memories settled, Smitha reached for Robert's hand. "We've been given a second chance," she whispered, her voice trembling with hope. "This time, we won't let anything keep us apart." Robert tightened his grip on her hand, his expression resolute. "This time," he agreed, "we face everything together."
The moment was interrupted by Rudra's voice calling them back. Smitha and Robert exchanged a look of understanding. They would have time to explore these memories further, but for now, there were more pressing matters to attend. They are preparing to continue their mission, but with Smitha and Robert's rediscovered bond adding a newfound sense of purpose. Their past lives had led them to this moment, and together, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Will this group continue to explore the cave? Will they be able to find out the secret of God of Evil and Good? Will they explain the fact that they are reborn and accomplish this secret mission.