Inside the quiet room, a silver ray of dawn touched Kiara's face. The stillness that had lingered for five long days began to shift—the air trembled, faintly glowing with a divine pulse.
Then, softly at first, the mark of the Trident on her back began to shimmer—a gentle flicker that soon brightened into a radiant glow. The light spread through her body, her fingers twitching, her breath deepening. Her eyes fluttered open, glowing faintly gold for a moment before returning to their soft brown warmth.
Kiara blinked, disoriented. "Yuvaan…" she whispered.
As if drawn by an invisible thread, she stood up—barefoot, her white gown brushing the marble floor. Every step echoed through the silent hallway as she made her way down the grand staircase.
In the temple, Yuvaan was still bowed before the idol of Lord Shiva, his body trembling, his energy nearly spent. The others stood behind him, watching helplessly.
Then—
"Yuvaan…"
The voice, soft yet powerful, echoed through the temple. Everyone turned in disbelief.
Kiara stood at the entrance, her hair flowing like dark silk, her eyes shining faintly with divine light. The family gasped—Chandrika clasped her hands to her lips, Bhoomi wept in relief, and Angad whispered, "Bhabhi…"
Yuvaan slowly lifted his head, his vision hazy. When he saw her, his breath hitched. "Kiara?" he rasped, unable to believe his eyes.
She nodded, tears welling up. "You called me back…"
Yuvaan staggered to his feet, barely steady, and before he could take another breath, she was already in his arms.
They held each other tightly—Yuvaan's trembling hands clutching her as if afraid she might vanish again, and Kiara resting her head against his chest, feeling the faint, steady beat of his heart.
"I thought I lost you," Yuvaan whispered, his voice breaking.
Kiara smiled faintly, looking up at him. "You can't lose me. Not even the gods can separate us now."
Behind them, the bells of the temple began to ring on their own, the flames of the lamps rising tall and bright as if the heavens themselves blessed their reunion.
Vikram exhaled deeply, a faint smile breaking his stern expression. "The gods listened," he said softly.
The family's faces lit with relief and joy—after days of darkness, light had finally returned to their home.
Yuvaan and Kiara stood hand in hand before the idol of Lord Shiva—two souls once bound by destiny, now united by love stronger than fate itself.
The afternoon sun streamed through the wide glass windows of the Pratap Singh mansion, wrapping the living room in a soft golden warmth. Yet despite the light, the air carried a quiet heaviness — the kind that only comes after a storm of battles and tears.
Kiara sat on the couch, still pale but slowly recovering. A shawl draped over her shoulders, her fingers nervously twisted together. Yuvaan sat beside her, silent, his gaze protective.
Across from them, Vikram cleared his throat — his usually firm tone softened by emotion.
"We searched for Jishwa everywhere," he began, his voice steady but distant with memory. "In temples, caves, even across the seven sacred peaks. But it never occurred to me…" — he looked at Kiara, eyes glistening — "that my own daughter carried that divine soul all along."
The words struck Kiara like a wave. Her lips trembled. "That means…" she whispered, "Mom knew. She must have known I was Jishwa all this time. And she still never told Taamsi. She protected me… even when it cost her life."
Her voice broke, and tears spilled down her cheeks. Yuvaan instinctively reached out, taking her hand in his — warm, steady, grounding her trembling form.
Bhoomi moved closer, pulling Kiara into a motherly embrace. "A mother's love is stronger than any curse, Kiara," she said softly. "A mother can sacrifice her life… even the whole world… to protect her child."
Chandrika nodded, wiping her own eyes. "Kajal chose silence not out of fear, but out of love. She carried that secret to her grave just to give you a chance to live."
Kiara sobbed quietly against Bhoomi's shoulder, whispering, "I miss her so much… I wish I could tell her I understand now."
Vikram stepped forward, placing a trembling hand on Kiara's head. His voice cracked with rare tenderness. "Your mother… wherever she is… she must be proud. She gave birth not only to my daughter, but to the light that ended centuries of darkness."
Kiara looked up, eyes glistening through her tears. "I didn't do it alone, Papa. Yuvaan was there… every step."
Yuvaan smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "We both were destined for destruction," he said quietly. "But love… turned it into salvation."
The room fell silent. Chandrika folded her hands in prayer, Bhoomi sniffled, and even Vikram — the stoic warrior — looked away for a moment to hide his tears.
Outside, a gentle breeze blew through the open window, carrying the faint chime of temple bells — as though the heavens themselves whispered Kajal's blessing upon her daughter.