My mother... she’s gone

As Gayatri's harrowing tale unfolded, Acharya felt a sinking realization settle in his heart. He knew of a man capable of such brutality—a man who, driven by a twisted desire, would stop at nothing to possess any girl who caught his eye

. He knew of a man with a dark reputation—a man who would stop at nothing to possess any girl who caught his eye. This man, shrouded in secrecy, operated under the cover of darkness, leaving no trace and eluding capture every time.

Acharya's thoughts turned to Gayatri, her beauty undeniable and striking. It was not difficult to imagine that this man, with his obsessive tendencies, had set his sights on her. The horror of the situation became clearer in Acharya's mind: the man must have seen Gayatri, desired her, and in his unrelenting pursuit, had committed the heinous act of killing her mother.

A cold dread settled in Acharya's heart as he considered the implications. He was deeply concerned f