Back in Delhi, the Sharma family waited, unaware of Mukul's fate, their hearts heavy but their spirits unbroken. The Sharma's were more than just a powerful family—they were a fortress of knowledge, skills, and unwavering love, each member carrying unique strengths that shaped not only their home but the destiny of those around them.
At the helm stood General Raghav Sharma, head of India's Army, Navy, and Air Force. Sixty-eight years old, disciplined, and wise, he commanded respect not just through his rank but through the calm authority he carried. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, missed nothing. He could strategize entire operations in his mind, predicting outcomes like a master chess player. Yet at home, he was simply Dadu to his grandchildren—a pillar of strength and quiet laughter, always ready with a story from his military days.
Upasana Sharma, his wife and the family's matriarch, was sixty-five, elegant and fiercely intelligent. A celebrated reporter, she had interviewed world leaders, uncovered truths, and written stories that shook nations. She combined sharp wit with warmth, and her ability to read people made her a natural guide for her family.
Their eldest son, Rajesh Sharma, forty-two, was a senior central government officer. Stern but fair, Rajesh was a man who upheld justice without compromise. In family matters, he was kind, protective, and loved his children deeply. His wife, Dr. Priya Sharma (née Yadav), was extraordinary in every sense. At forty, Priya was a master of all types of surgery, fluent in Chinese and Indian medical practices, and versed in ancient medicinal arts. She was equally skilled in martial arts, capable of defending herself and others if needed. Her mind was a library of knowledge, her hands capable of miracles in the operating theatre, and her heart endlessly devoted to her family.
Anand Sharma, ten, already exuded the aura of a leader. His mind was sharp, his body disciplined, and he carried the confidence of someone trained for the world. Though young, he had been taught strategy, self-defence, and survival skills by his father, preparing him for challenges no ordinary child faced.
Kavya Sharma, eight, balanced sharp intelligence with nurturing care. She often acted as a second mother to Mukul, observing carefully, offering guidance, and sometimes scolding him when he wandered into mischief. Though gentle, she could read situations quickly, thinking several steps ahead, much like a strategist.
And then there was Mukul Sharma, five, the youngest, quiet yet observant, always drawing his seven stars. Unaware of his destiny but marked by it, he was loved beyond measure, protected by the entire household.
Sunita Sharma, thirty-eight, was a visionary entrepreneur and social activist. Her husband, Vikram Rathore, forty, was a business tycoon. Together, their three children—Ishaan, Ira, and Ishanvi—carried forward innovation, creativity, and leadership in arts and technology.
Tanushree Sharma, also thirty-eight, served as a diplomat in the UN. Her husband, Arvind Malhotra, forty-one, matched her intellect and tact. Their children—Aditya, Ananya, and Aarush—were trained in diplomacy, negotiation, and global strategy.
Mukesh Sharma, thirty-five, was a colonel in the Indian Special Forces. His wife, Dr. Meera Sharma, thirty-three, was a neuroscientist with extraordinary intellect. Their children—Ayaan, Avni, and Aarav—were skilled in martial arts, medicine, and critical thinking.
Even the extended family contributed to this protective web. Every Sharma uncle, aunt, and cousin brought their expertise: law, medicine, military strategy, science, and business. The home was alive with knowledge and discipline.
Yet it was Priya Sharma who truly stood as the family's heart and mind in medical and protective matters. Her mastery of surgery, both modern and ancient, allowed her to teach and care for anyone in need. Her knowledge of martial arts meant she could protect her children, if necessary, while her understanding of multiple medical systems—including Chinese, Ayurvedic, and modern Western techniques—made her nearly unmatched in healing and guidance. For Mukul, she was both a shield and a beacon, the one who combined knowledge, skill, and love in a way no one else could.
Together, the Sharma's were unstoppable. Every member had a role, every skill complemented another, and every heart beat for the family. They were the guardians of not just Mukul but of their legacy—ready to face threats, guide their children, and uphold the honour of the Sharma name.
Though the youngest, Mukul carried the promise of all their teachings in his small hands. And far away, on an island surrounded by the endless sea, that promise would begin its journey.