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Acharya, his eyes filled with a compassionate curiosity, gently broached the topic. "May I ask about your father, dear Gayatri? Is he also a part of your life?"
Gayatri's expression clouded momentarily, a flicker of pain crossing her features before she replied softly, "I would rather not speak about him, Guruji. Some chapters of our lives are better left unopened." Acharya nodded understandingly, his eyes reflecting empathy. "I respect your privacy, Gayatri," he assured her. "You are not obligated to share anything you're not comfortable with." Feeling a sense of gratitude for his understanding, Gayatri shifted the conversation slightly. "Guruji," she began tentatively, "have there been any developments in finding my lost mother? Is there any news?" Acharya's demeanor softened further as he replied, "We continue to search diligently, dear one. Our network of volunteers and well-wRelated chapters
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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
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