The wail of Kiara's despair echoed through the hall when the door creaked open.
Vikram stepped in, his expression taut but steady, like a man carrying both authority and urgency.
Kiara's knees gave way, and she ran to him without thinking, arms wrapping around him, tears soaking his shoulders.
"Papa… Papa, they… they took him! Kiaan… my baby…" Her voice cracked, raw with fear and panic.
Vikram tightened his arms around her, his own face set with grim determination. "Shh… shh, beta. It's alright. I'm here now."
"You… you came?" Kiara choked out, her body trembling violently.
"I came the moment Vinod ji called me," Vikram said, his voice calm but sharp, cutting through the panic. "We will find him. Don't you worry."
Yuvaan, kneeling beside them, placed a firm hand on Vikram's shoulder. "Vikram… we don't even know where they've taken him. We need something… anything."
Vikram nodded. His dark eyes flicked between Kiara and Yuvaan. "We have more than that. We have the blood bond."
Kiara blinked, hope flickering in her tear-streaked eyes. "The… the bond?"
Vikram pulled out small, intricately carved Reeva potions. "Yes. Your blood and Yuvaan's—together—they form a fog that can track Kiaan through supernatural forces."
"Then… then do it," Yuvaan said, his voice low but urgent. "Whatever it takes."
With a practiced motion, Vikram pricked his fingers into Kiara's palm, drawing a thin line of blood. Kiara winced but did not flinch further, watching as her life-force mingled with Yuvaan's as he allowed the same.
The potions glowed faintly as Vikram poured drops of the combined blood into a shallow vessel. Slowly, the mixture swirled, rising in delicate, silver-grey fog that shimmered with faint golden sparkles.
Kiara gasped as the fog began to lift, flowing toward the unseen path. "It's moving… it's leading…"
"Yes," Vikram said firmly. "The fog senses the child. It reacts to his aura. Follow it, and it will not lead us astray."
Yuvaan clenched his fists, eyes burning with determination. "Then let's go. No one—no Tri-Kaalishini, no Boss—will keep my son from me."
Kiara's trembling hands gripped his arm. "We'll get him back… together."
The fog thickened, twisting and curling, a tangible trail of hope in the darkness.
And in the silent mansion, the family gathered, hearts pounding, ready to descend into the unknown, following the whisper of their child's life through the shadows.
The wail of Kiara's despair echoed through the hall when the door creaked open.
Vikram stepped in, his expression taut but steady, like a man carrying both authority and urgency.
Kiara's knees gave way, and she ran to him without thinking, arms wrapping around him, tears soaking his shoulders.
"Papa… Papa, they… they took him! Kiaan… my baby…" Her voice cracked, raw with fear and panic.
Vikram tightened his arms around her, his own face set with grim determination. "Shh… shh, beta. It's alright. I'm here now."
"You… you came?" Kiara choked out, her body trembling violently.
"I came the moment Vinod ji called me," Vikram said, his voice calm but sharp, cutting through the panic. "We will find him. Don't you worry."
Yuvaan, kneeling beside them, placed a firm hand on Vikram's shoulder. "Father-in-law… we don't even know where they've taken him. We need something… anything."
Vikram nodded. His dark eyes flicked between Kiara and Yuvaan. "We have more than that. We have the blood bond."
Kiara blinked, hope flickering in her tear-streaked eyes. "The… the bond?"
Vikram pulled out small, intricately carved Reeva potions. "Yes. Your blood and Yuvaan's—together—they form a fog that can track Kiaan through supernatural forces."
"Then… then do it," Yuvaan said, his voice low but urgent. "Whatever it takes."
With a practiced motion, Vikram pricked his fingers into Kiara's palm, drawing a thin line of blood. Kiara winced but did not flinch further, watching as her life-force mingled with Yuvaan's as he allowed the same.
The potions glowed faintly as Vikram poured drops of the combined blood into a shallow vessel. Slowly, the mixture swirled, rising in delicate, silver-grey fog that shimmered with faint golden sparkles.
Kiara gasped as the fog began to lift, flowing toward the unseen path. "It's moving… it's leading…"
"Yes," Vikram said firmly. "The fog senses the child. It reacts to his aura. Follow it, and it will not lead us astray."
Yuvaan clenched his fists, eyes burning with determination. "Then let's go. No one—no Tri-Kaalishini, no Boss—will keep my son from me."
Kiara's trembling hands gripped his arm. "We'll get him back… together."
The fog thickened, twisting and curling, a tangible trail of hope in the darkness.
And in the silent mansion, the family gathered, hearts pounding, ready to descend into the unknown, following the whisper of their child's life through the shadows.
To be continued.....