"Rudraksh Oberoi: A Tale of Power, Redemption, and Fatherhood"

Chapter 5

Hours had passed since the frantic calls and the chaotic discovery. The Mumbai police station, once bustling with the activity of managing an emergency, now seemed quieter in the late hours of the night. The only sound was the occasional shuffle of footsteps and the muted conversations of officers preparing for the next day.

Roohi, exhausted from the strain of her ordeal, had finally succumbed to sleep. She curled up in a chair, a thick blanket wrapped around her tiny frame for warmth. Her face, streaked with dried tears, was now peaceful in slumber, though her lips continued to move faintly in a whisper, murmuring "Mummy" over and over. The blanket, while providing some comfort, did little to chase away the lingering chill of fear that had gripped her.

The policewoman who had been caring for Roohi checked her watch, her heart heavy with concern for the little girl. She had just received an update from the inspector. The officer approached, his expression serious but tinged with a hint of relief.

"Rudraksh Oberoi's flight is due to land in Mumbai in about an hour," the inspector informed the policewoman. "We've made arrangements for his arrival. We'll need to prepare for his arrival and ensure everything is in order for when he gets here."

The policewoman nodded, her eyes briefly scanning the sleeping Roohi. She hoped the child would be able to find some semblance of peace, even as the adult world around her was thrust into a whirlwind of uncertainty. The police station, while not the ideal place for a child to wait, was the only sanctuary she had at the moment.

As the time drew nearer for Rudraksh's arrival, preparations were underway. The police arranged for transportation and security to meet him, ensuring that his entrance would be handled with the appropriate gravity given his status. They also made sure to keep Roohi's presence discreet, aware that this was a situation fraught with both sensitivity and high stakes.

In the waiting room, the policewoman sat quietly, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Roohi, whose dreams were haunted by the recent tragedy. She hoped that Rudraksh Oberoi, despite his fearsome reputation, would approach this situation with the care and responsibility the little girl so desperately needed.

As the clock ticked closer to the hour, the tension in the station mounted. The impending arrival of Rudraksh Oberoi promised to bring a significant change, but for now, all anyone could do was wait-and hope that the man who would soon step into Roohi's life could offer her some semblance of stability in the midst of her shattered world.