"I want to do Timetravel once in my life." A girl, spoke enthusiastically with a bright toothy smile.
Without thinking much, a newly turns young eighteen-year-old girl asks her Great-Grandfather such a thing that everyone's eyes pop out to hear her...
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" I want to go home. " Parthvi cried, her voice cracking with emotion as she pleaded with Panditji.
Rajvardhan and Sangram stood by, helplessly witnessing her distress. Though they couldn't understand her exact words, her tear-filled eyes conveyed her desperate plea.
Seeing her in such a miserable state pricked their hearts deeply. "Please take me home," Parthvi pleaded with Panditji once again, her voice cracking as she tried to rise from the bed.
"Aaahhh..."
A helpless, harsh sigh escaped her lips as her head fell back onto the pillow, her eyes squeezing shut.
Her body was too weak from illness, lacking the energy to even lift a finger. She was wracked with pain, feeling as though each bone was breaking.
In extreme agony, tears streamed from her eyes, her lips and fists curling involuntarily.
" Princess, please calm down. You are so weak. You need rest. " Panditji urged, gently stroking her forehead in an attempt to soothe her.
Seeing her in so much pain, Rajvardhan quickly moved forward, intending to hug her tightly and make her feel that she had a home in his arms.
But once again, his steps halted when he realized that he was responsible for her dire condition.
With helpless eyes, he could only stand and watch her suffer.
Sangram keenly observed Rajvardhan's confusing and shocking behavior.
He couldn't understand why Rajvardhan, who had been ready to destroy everything when Sangram spoke ill of Parthvi, was now hesitant to go near her when she needed him the most as her elder brother.
Rajvardhan's bipolar behavior and the guilt evident in his eyes left Sangram utterly perplexed.
He was lost in his thoughts when Parthvi's painful voice jolted him back to reality.
"Please let me go. My family is waiting for me," Parthvi pleaded as she struggled to get up from the bed.
Panditji firmly held her shoulders and gently laid her back down.
"Princess, please calm down. You just escaped death's grip. You are already too weak, and any stress will be harmful to your health. I promised Maharaj that I would take care of you and bring you back safely home. Please trust me; I will never break my promise, no matter what." He wiped her tears, trying to reassure her.
Parthvi didn't respond, only looked at him with teary, helpless eyes.
Panditji gave her a faint, reassuring smile and squeezed her hand, conveying that she needed to trust him.
