All the girls with Hari were going to Maajaan house. When they arrived at the Maajaan house, they saw Kuwarjeet already waiting at the front door.
"Jeet uncle, why didn't you tell us that this Hari is your friend?" Sita asked, her curiosity piqued by this unexpected revelation.
Kuwarjeet rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Sorry, girls, I didn't mention it before. But honestly, I was going to! I promised I'd share this little secret with you after your practice," he explained, his tone lightening the mood.
Sita crossed her arms, looking determined. "Well, you can't leave us hanging like this. We need the full story, and we need it right now."
Kuwarjeet sighed with a hint of exasperation, knowing they wouldn't let him off that easily. "Alright, alright! But first, let's step inside. It's not exactly safe out here with all these distractions," he urged, glancing around as if expecting someone to overhear them.
"Fine then, let's get inside!" Iaa chimed in, eager to settle down and hear what Kuwarjeet had to say. All of them quickly made their way indoors, the thrill of the unknown story ahead igniting their anticipation.
As everyone, including Hari, stepped into the cozy living room, they settled onto the worn sofa, a sense of anticipation filling the air. Kuwarjeet took a deep breath, preparing to unravel the history that intertwined their lives.
"It all started with the first generation," he began, his voice steady yet filled with the weight of memories. "They were a remarkable group of 12 friends, each gifted with unique powers. This blessing allowed them to protect and serve, making a name for themselves as Paranormal Detectives. As new generations emerged, some of the original members married outside the group, often to normal people. This led to a gradual decline in our numbers, and as a consequence, the chances of children inheriting those powers lessened."
He paused, glancing around at the eager faces, particularly Aravali's, whose eyes widened in disbelief. "In my group, we were only 8, but six of them were your parents," he continued, allowing the reality to sink in.
"Wait, you mean our parents were Paranormal Detectives too?!" Aravali exclaimed, shock evident in her voice. "They kept it hidden from us! No wonder my father never mentioned his other friends, except for Sita's and Shiva's parents."
Kuwarjeet nodded solemnly. "Yes, they were involved in this world. Now, listen closely to my story. Unlike you, I didn't inherit powers from my parents. My family was entirely normal—my parents, grandparents, but my great-grandmother stood out as the sole bearer of extraordinary abilities. I was the first of our lineage to be born to non-magical parents. Then there was Madhu, a solitary figure of our group. She possessed an incredible power: the ability to create mind connections and open teleportation gates, facilitating travel between realms. Yet, in an effort to safeguard herself and perhaps others, she chose to suppress her powers through rituals, much like what your parents did for you."
Kuwarjeet's expression grew somber as he dove deeper into the narrative. "Our group gained fame worldwide; we were always engaged, tackling cases, and earning respect. However, it was during this fruitful period that we unearthed a dark presence lurking in our hometown of Maajaan. What we thought would be a straightforward case turned into a nightmare, leading to the tragic loss of Iaa and Aravali's mother." His voice cracked slightly, displaying the pain of that fateful event, a reminder of the risks they all faced in their quest for truth and justice.
The room fell silent, each person grappling with the weight of their shared history, bound by the legacy of their parents and the mysteries that still surround them.
"So, that's what happened to Mumma," Iaa said, her voice heavy with sadness as she reflected on the recent events that had unfolded. The weight of her words hung in the air, and she felt a deep emptiness inside her.
Suddenly, an idea struck her. "Wait," she said, her expression shifting from sorrow to determination. She fished her phone out of her pocket, fingers trembling slightly as she dialed a familiar number. As the line connected and a voice came through, she took a deep breath.
"Hello?" her father answered, his tone bright yet laced with curiosity.
"Dad, I need your help," Iaa replied, urgency creeping into her voice.
"Of course, sweetheart. What do you want to say?" he asked, a hint of confusion threading through his words.
"I want you to come here," Iaa insisted, a sense of authority slipping into her tone. She could feel her heart racing.
"Where, exactly?" her father asked, puzzled by her sudden insistence.
"At the MAAJAAN HOUSE!" Iaa exclaimed, her voice ringing with a commanding firmness. The importance of the moment solidified in her mind as she awaited his response, desperate for his support in this challenging time.
TO BE CONTINUED.....