Many questions still remained unanswered.
Some mysteries had only grown deeper with every revelation.
One of them concerned Maan.
If the form of Kalki truly existed within him—an incarnation that had not yet awakened—then another question naturally followed.
The woman who had given birth to Maan could not have been an ordinary human.
What kind of woman could carry a divine incarnation within her womb for nine months?
Perhaps she, too, had been touched by something divine.
Perhaps she possessed a purity or spiritual power that no ordinary human could comprehend.
After all, she had carried within her the being who might one day become the Divine's final incarnation.
But that question remained unanswered.
And now, there was another mystery.
What was Trikala so afraid of?
Why did something inside him change whenever Jate's name was mentioned?
Why, whenever Jate tried to approach Siya, did Trikala have to remain silent—even when anger burned within him?
He clearly wanted to stop him.
Yet something held him back.
Something stronger than anger.
Stronger than jealousy.
Perhaps it was a secret.
Perhaps it was fear.
Or perhaps Trikala knew something about Jate that no one else did.
Something he desperately wanted to keep buried.
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Siya eventually walked toward Trikala and quietly sat beside him.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
The night air was cold, and a gentle breeze moved through the surroundings.
Trikala glanced at her.
"Siya, you still haven't completely recovered. You shouldn't be sitting outside in this cold air."
Siya smiled.
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child who will catch a cold just because the air is a little cold?"
Trikala remained silent.
Siya studied his face for a moment.
There was something different about him.
Something she couldn't quite understand.
"Trikala…"
He looked at her.
"You've started to seem different lately."
His expression changed slightly.
"What do you mean?"
Siya continued calmly.
"There is something different about you. What is going on inside your mind? What are you thinking about?"
She paused.
"You've changed."
For a moment, Trikala said nothing.
Then he suddenly let out a deep, almost mocking laugh.
"So now that I've changed, I seem strange to you?"
His laughter carried a trace of bitterness.
"You remember what I was like before, don't you?"
Siya remained silent.
Trikala continued.
"There was a time when you saw me as nothing more than a monster."
His smile faded.
"You hated me."
Siya lowered her gaze.
She didn't argue.
She didn't deny it.
Because she understood that Trikala wasn't really talking about the past.
He was fighting something inside himself.
Something he wasn't ready to reveal.
And perhaps he needed time.
Time to understand his own thoughts.
Time to untangle the conflict buried inside him.
So Siya chose not to force him to speak.
After a moment, she stood up.
She looked at him one last time.
"Go inside and sleep, Trikala. It's getting late. You've been sitting here for too long."
She took a few steps away.
Then stopped.
Without turning around, she added quietly,
"And Trikala…"
He looked toward her.
"There is nothing wrong with talking about your confusion."
Her voice softened.
"You don't have to carry everything alone."
She finally turned toward him.
"If you want to understand what's troubling you, speak to someone. There is no shame in asking for guidance."
She gave him a faint smile.
"Talk to Maharsi… or Pavanputra. They may be able to show you a path through whatever is troubling you."
Trikala remained completely silent.
Siya walked away.
But the questions remained behind her.
What was Trikala hiding?
Why did Jate's presence disturb him so deeply?
What did he fear would happen if Jate came too close to Siya?
And most importantly—
What did Jate know about Trikala's past that Trikala was so desperate to keep hidden?
The night offered no answers.
Only silence.
And somewhere within that silence…
Trikala's secret continued to wait.