PART 2
The temple bells chimed softly, as if echoing the silent prayers floating through the air. Suhasini Taneja stood with folded hands, her eyes closed, whispering fervent prayers to the heavens. A sudden, sharp shiver ran down her spine a feeling so strong, it was almost tangible.
She opened her eyes and gasped.
There he stood.
Rivaan Kapoor.
Her son.
Blood trickled down his forehead, staining the purity of the temple steps with its crimson hue. He looked fragile, broken a wounded lion. Suhasini’s heart screamed, wanting to rush forward, to hold him, to wipe away his pain. Her hand trembled, reaching out... and then froze mid-air, overcome with hesitation.
And then, it happened.
A single word escaped his lips, fragile yet profound.
"Mother…”
Suhasini staggered as if the
