As Rukmini approached the camp, her heartbeat quickened, a rhythm of anxiety that matched her determined stride. The guards, recognizing her, greeted her with the respect she had earned. She was here to confront Raman, a young officer whose sudden coldness had left her both bewildered and hurt. Her mind raced with unanswered questions as she made her way to his cabin.
Upon entering Raman’s office, she found him with his back to her, absorbed in some documents. Her voice wavered slightly as she called out, “Raman, I need to talk to you and understand why you have been ignoring me.”
Raman spun around, his face twisted in anger. Without uttering a word, he grabbed his pistol and aimed it at her. “You want to know why I’ve been ignoring you?” he spat. “Then ask yourself! Wasn’t it you who made it so obvious by your actions?”
Rukmini, taken aback, stood there, perplexed. “Raman, what are you talking about? What actions? I don’t understand.”
Before Raman could reply, a guard entered the room and saluted sharply. “Sir, Taksh has arrived and is requesting to see you.”
Raman’s expression shifted from fury to a mixture of relief and confusion. “Send him in,” he ordered, his voice steadier. Taksh entered with a serious demeanor, glanced at Rukmini, and then turned to Raman. “Rukmini, please wait outside. I need to speak to Raman alone.”
Though hesitant, Rukmini complied and stepped outside. Her mind whirled with confusion as she paced back and forth, trying to grasp the meaning of Raman’s harsh words.
Inside the cabin, Taksh approached Raman, his expression grave. “Raman, I need to tell you something important about Rukmini. It’s going to sound unbelievable, but you need to trust me.”
Raman, still agitated, frowned. “What is it, Taksh? What could possibly explain her behaviour?”
Taksh reached into his pocket and retrieved a small, peculiar device—Rukmini’s earphones. He placed them on Raman’s desk. “This,” he said, “is something I found when I visited Rukmini’s home to deliver your letter. It’s not from our time. It’s from the future.”
Raman stared at the earphones, his anger slowly dissipating. “What do you mean, from the future?”
Taksh took a deep breath and explained, “Rukmini is not from our time, Raman. She comes from a future where technology like this exists. I found these earphones in her home, and they don’t belong in 1914. I’ve seen enough to believe that she is telling the truth.”
Raman sank into his chair, his mind racing with the revelation. “Why didn’t she tell me?”
“She probably couldn’t find a way to explain it without sounding insane,” Taksh said gently. “But this changes everything. Whatever you thought she did to deserve your wrath, it might not be what it seems.”
To be continued..........................
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