❝An archaeologist whose obsession begins from the palace and ends with her.❞
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Vedaitya Samarth Malhotra, a 22nd century archaeologist is driven by an insatiable thirst for the secrets of MaithiliVeda.
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Tears welled up in my eyes, as I watched Shrivigya retreat into the distance. The weight of his burden was palpable, too heavy for any soul to bear alone.
With my head tilted skyward, I embraced the cascade, allowing it to soak me to the bone.
I couldn't help but wonder if the sky wept for him too. Perhaps the clouds held his sorrow, releasing it in a torrent of tears to cleanse the world below..
In that moment, as I stood there, memories flooded my mind, each one a painful reminder of the betrayal that had shattered my world.
The truth about my mother's death had been a bitter pill to swallow, a wound that festered deep within me since my days in Shrimalaya.
I remembered the moment I overheard Adviti's conversation, the revelation that it was Aasha who had orchestrated my mother's demise.
It was a cruel twist of fate, realizing that the very person I had confided in, had trusted as a friend, was part for my family's tragedy.
To uncover the truth, I seized upon the opportunity to delve into Aasha's secrets and unearth her nefarious dealings.
It was through her own handwriting that I pieced together the puzzle, unraveling the sinister pact she had forged with Maharaj Pavan.
Despite the overwhelming urge to confront Aasha and expose her treachery, I knew that patience was my greatest ally.
My mother deserved justice, but in a world where truth often succumbed to deception, I needed irrefutable evidence.
Udit and Mayank, were unwitting pawns in Aasha's sinister game. Locked away in their own home, isolated from the world, they remained oblivious to their mother's machinations.
In a clandestine effort to uncover the truth, I managed to establish a connection with Aasha's sons. Through careful persuasion and subtle manipulation, I gleaned insights into their mother's malevolent schemes.
