Whispers of Destiny: Unveiling Hearts ✅

|| 35. Manjari's Secret ||

BIRLA HOUSE

At the Birla House, silence envelops the night as Manjari carefully sneaks out of her room. She glances over her shoulder, making sure no one has seen her. Once outside, she quickly calls an Uber and slips into the car, vanishing into the night.

Unbeknownst to her, Shefali catches a glimpse of her sneaking away from the house. Standing at a distance, Shefali furrows her brows, whispering to herself, "Chachi is sneaking out again? Where could she be going at this hour? Is she up to something? I need to find out."

Without wasting a moment, Shefali grabs her car keys and starts following Manjari discreetly. "I hope she's not planning anything drastic," Shefali mutters under her breath, eyes fixed on the car tailing Manjari's Uber.

At the Same Time...

Meanwhile, Mahima enters the dimly lit hallway, searching for Manjari. She knocks on Manjari's bedroom door. "Manjari, are you inside?" she calls out, but there's no response.

"She must have fallen asleep again after taking her sleeping pills," Mahima thinks to herself, feeling a bit concerned. She fishes out the spare key from her pocket and unlocks the door. As she steps inside, she is greeted by an eerie silence and a room in complete disarray.

"The room is so messy... What on earth happened here?" Mahima whispers, her eyes scanning the scattered belongings.

Just as she moves further inside, something near the trash bin catches her attention. It's a photograph lying face down on the floor. Curiously, she bends down, picks it up, and flips it over. The sight of the photo leaves her speechless, her heart pounding in shock.

"Dr. Avni Rathod?!" Mahima gasps, her voice trembling. "Neil's real mother... but how is her photo here? And who is this person with her?"

Her mind races with questions, and her hands tremble as she clutches the photo tighter. "Why does Manjari have this picture? What is she planning?" Mahima mutters to herself, a mix of fear and suspicion filling her.

She moves toward the window, peering out into the night. "Where have you gone, Manjari? And what are you hiding from all of us?"

With renewed determination, Mahima quickly pulls out her phone. "I have to get to the bottom of this... before it's too late."

Back on the Road...

Shefali is still trailing Manjari's Uber, keeping a safe distance. "Why is she going to such lengths to hide this? What could be so important?" she wonders, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Just then, Manjari's car pulls over at a secluded location, and Shefali watches as Manjari steps out, looking around cautiously before entering an old building.

"What's going on?" Shefali mutters, parking her car a bit further away. "I need to know the truth... even if it's something I don't want to hear."

At the hotel, Manjari steps out of her car, glancing around nervously, her saree's pallu pulled tightly over her face to conceal her identity. She hurries inside, hoping no one has seen her.

But Shefali, parked at a distance, observes the entire scene with a growing sense of suspicion. "That's not like Chachi," she whispers to herself. "She never comes to places like this, and she's sneaking around... something's definitely off."

Shefali watches as Manjari heads into a small, nondescript hotel, far from the luxurious five-star hotels she's accustomed to. "Why here of all places?" she wonders, her instincts on high alert.