The Rescue
The heavy, humid air of the Tamil Nadu village clung to Ari like an invisible shroud, weighing down each breath and sticking to his skin. The narrow dirt paths, bordered by dense…
The Dream and the Reality
Ari’s heart raced, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he stood at the edge of the rickety wooden bridge. Each step he took seemed to protest beneath his feet, the old planks groaning under his weight. The bridge…
The Unseen Path
The dream returned, more vivid than ever. Ari found himself standing on the rickety wooden bridge again, each step a cacophony of groans and creaks as though the bridge itself was alive, protesting his presence. The same small hut…
Echoes of a Lost Past
Ari hadn’t always been the composed, sensitive, and determined person he was now; he grew up as a carefree, nonchalant boy—often labeled a brat who relished the privileges of his father’s wealth and influence—but …
Shadows of the Past
Ari changed quickly, his movements sharp and deliberate, every second heavy with urgency. He pulled a clean t-shirt from the drawer and threw it on, his mind already racing through the steps ahead. Next came a pair of…
Beneath the Surface
Ari had always known that time was critical in finding a missing child. The longer they were gone, the slimmer the chance of bringing them back safely. Priya, the young girl whose photograph he had received recently, had been …
Search of the Boy
The sterile white walls of the hospital room felt oppressive, as if they were closing in on him. Ari lay in the bed, his body aching from the injuries sustained in his recent confrontation, but it wasn’t the physical pain that gnawed at …
Visit to Adoption Agency
Determined to uncover the truth, Ari wasted no time. The very next day, he set off for the adoption agency responsible for placing him with Raghunath and Bhagya. Before leaving…
The Bridge to Her
The train station was small and nondescript, its name—Thuliyoor Halt—fading from the worn metal sign that hung above the stationmaster’s room. Ari stood at the edge of the platform, his heart pounding in his chest. The rhythmic …
The Final Thread
Ari stood motionless outside the modest house on the fringes of Tamil Nadu, his eyes fixed on the battered wooden door that hung slightly ajar. The sun had long dipped below the horizon, leaving the world in a twilight that seemed
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