Year 1997
Five years passed like the fleeting wind, carrying with them moments of joy, growth, and unwavering dedication. Arvind had blossomed into a young man of ambition and purpose. He had completed his Pre-Degree and was now contemplating the path ahead. His love for teaching had grown profoundly under the guidance of Sanyuktha and Prabhas, both of whomhad nurtured his curiosity with the wisdom of art and science. He found himself torn between pursuing a Bachelor of Education (B.Ed) or a Bachelor of Laws (LLB). Both fields intrigued him, teaching felt like a natural calling, a way to give back the knowledge he had received, while law, with its complexities and impact on society, offered an avenue to bring justice to those in need.
Prabhas, now thirty years old, had long envisioned Arvind taking over the Gurukul Society, the educational trust they had built with immense love and dedication. But he also knew that Arvind's destiny was intertwined with his lineage in Rajasthan, where he would one day inherit his father's ancestral Haveli. As much as Prabhas wanted Arvind to carry forward their dream, he also wanted him to embrace his heritage. The burden of choice weighed heavily on Arvind's shoulders.
Sanyuktha, at twenty-eight, was the heart of their world. The children at the orphanage were not just wards under their care but their own flesh and blood in spirit. To her, Arvind was their eldest son, followed by the ten-year-old twins, Aarav and Sanya, and their youngest, Aakash, who was now five years old. Each child was raised with boundless love, discipline, and the values of righteousness. They had created a family bonded not by blood but by devotion and selflessness.
The Gurukul Society had flourished in these five years. It was no longer just an orphanage but an institution that nurtured young minds, a beacon of education and cultural values. The couple had worked tirelessly, pouring their hearts into every brick of the school. Happiness radiated from their lives in Delhi, unaware of the dark storm brewing on the horizon.
Far from the serenity of the Gurukul Society, the shadows of crime lurked in the alleys of Mumbai and Goa. Vish, a name that had once been forgotten in the annals of crime, had resurfaced. Released from prison a year ago, he wasted no time in reclaiming his empire of destruction.But he was not alone. His partner, Sahani, had already built an empire in his absence. While Vish had spent years behind bars, Sahani had expanded their drug syndicate, infiltrating markets with a lethal new substance. Unlike conventional narcotics, Vish's new formula was more addictive, its effects more devastating. In just a year, their business had taken a monstrous form. The youth of Goa and Mumbai had fallen prey, and the consequences were catastrophic. Nearly fifty percent of the addicted population was at risk of extinction, with families torn apart and law enforcement struggling to keep up.
Sahani had built an impenetrable network, corrupting police officials and politicians, ensuring their grip on the trade remained firm. With Vish's return, their operations gained a new force, a man with no remorse, no conscience, and a thirst for revenge against those who had wronged him. Back in Delhi, Prabhas remained oblivious to the growing threat. His life revolved around education, family, and the relentless pursuit of knowledge. However, his network of intelligence was vast. Over the years, he had built strong connections with individuals who specialized in uncovering the dark underbelly of society.
One evening, as he sat in his study, reviewing the curriculum for the upcoming academic year, his most trusted agent, Rajan, entered with an urgent expression. "There is news you need to hear, Prabhas," Rajan said, his voice heavy with concern. Prabhas set aside his papers and gestured for Rajan to continue. "Vish is out."
The words sent a chill down Prabhas' spine. The name Vish was not one he had heard in years, yet its mere mention was enough to ignite a storm of memories. "He was released last year, but he remained in the shadows. It appears he was waiting for the right moment. His partner, Sahani, has already established a vast drug empire, and together they are spreading a new substance that is claiming lives at an alarming rate."
Prabhas leaned back, processing the gravity of the situation. His mind raced through the implications. If Vish had returned to power, it meant devastation was on the horizon. "What else do we know?" Prabhas asked. Rajan hesitated for a moment before replying, "We believe he is planning something bigger. His operations are expanding beyond Mumbai and Goa. There have been whispers of him trying to infiltrate the northern regions."
Prabhas clenched his fists. He had worked tirelessly to build a sanctuary of knowledge and safety for children. He would not allow a plague like Vish to undo everything they had built. That night, Prabhas sat beside Sanyukta as she put Akash to sleep. He watched the peaceful rise and fall of his son's chest and felt an unshakable determination settle within him."We have to act," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Sanyuktha looked at him, sensing the weight behind his words. "What happened?"
"Vish is back." A flicker of fear crossed her eyes, but she quickly masked it. "What does he want?" "He wants to reclaim his empire. And he won't stop until he gets what he wants." Sanyuktha reached for his hand. "Then we won't let him." Prabhas nodded. He had fought too hard to let darkness consume their world again. He had saved lives, given countless children a future, and he would not let Vish destroy it all. The fight was far from over.
The following day, Prabhas gathered his most trusted allies. He knew that to take down Vish, they needed to dismantle his operations piece by piece. "Our first step is information," he said. "We need to find out where he is operating from, who his key players are, and how deep his connections run." Rajan nodded. "I have men stationed in Mumbai and Goa. We can start there."
Prabhas exhaled. This was just the beginning, but he was ready for the storm. As he looked around the table, at the faces of those who believed in his cause, he knew one thing for certain, he would fight for the world he had built, for the children who depended on him, and for the future that deserved to be protected. As the sun set over Delhi, casting an orange glow over the Gurukul Society, Prabhas stood on the balcony, looking over the place he called home.He knew that the days ahead would be challenging, but he also knew that no evil could stand against the power of righteousness and unity. The war against Vish had begun, and Prabhas was ready to fight till the end.
What will happen next? Will Sanyuktha and Prabhas be able to stop this crisis ? Will they protect the world or will their life turn into another chapter? Will they stop this approaching thunderstorm towards them? Read and enjoy the twist and turn of the story.