Please, believe me.

Meera had previously held onto the belief that Rudra might be her husband from her past, but the recent events had shaken her faith to its core. Seeing her daughter, Gnapika, kidnapped under such suspicious circumstances, it was hard to reconcile the man she thought Rudra could be with the actions that had unfolded.

Which father would kidnap his own child? The question gnawed at her as she knelt beside Gnapika, her mind racing. If Rudra truly didn’t know that Gnapika was his daughter, what kind of man would orchestrate such a heinous act? The idea that Rudra could be capable of such deception and violence made her blood run cold.

Ambika—Meera—was fiercely protective of her children. The notion of letting someone who might have been responsible for this nightmare back into her life was unthinkable. She couldn’t allow herself to be swayed by old memories or lingering feelings. The safety and well-being of her daughter came first, an