⭐ Chapter 4 — When the Soul Stirs and Destiny Rises
Morning in the Rajputana Haveli arrived with a quiet chill.
The scent of tulsi drifted through the courtyard, calm and sacred—
yet inside Rudrapriya, a storm had been growing since last night.
That voice…
that song…
the way Advik's melody had shaken her soul—
none of it had left her breath.
Today was different.
Today demanded decisions.
And for Rudrapriya, duty always came before emotion.
She sat in her study room, surrounded by open books.
Her family—Rajveer Singh, her mother, her aunt, Sia, and Saarvi—
all sat around her, guiding, teaching, supporting.
Saarvi leaned closer, smirking,
"Di, your planning is perfect… but your mind is trapped somewhere else, isn't it?"
Rudra shot her a look but didn't respond.
Silence revealed what words hid.
Rajveer Singh closed the book gently.
"Rudra, only a steady mind reaches its destination."
She inhaled deeply—
And right then, her phone vibrated sharply on the marble floor.
URGENT – Crisis at the Company. Come immediately.
Sia's face drained of color.
"Di… this project is massive. If it fails today… the company could lose crores."
The study room atmosphere collapsed in an instant.
"You focus on your studies," her mother said firmly.
"We will handle the company."
But Rudra didn't speak.
She simply closed her book…
and stood up.
"My duty comes first," she said, voice steady.
"And my studies are also my duty.
But the empire I built…
needs me now."
A ripple of electricity passed through the room.
Everyone felt the unwavering power in her words.
Just then, the peacock-feather pen on her desk trembled slightly.
Rudra's gaze softened.
"Kanha…" she whispered inside her heart,
"guide me."
And she walked out with slow, determined steps.
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The company felt like a warzone.
Board members arguing, files being thrown,
screens flashing red with failure notifications.
The moment the doors opened—
everyone turned.
There she stood—
Rudrapriya Singh Rajputana.
Black straight pants, white shirt,
royal black coat…
the poise of a queen.
Her eyes showed no sleep,
only brilliance—
sharp, fearless, luminous.
The room fell silent.
Sia rushed to her.
"Di… the crisis is huge. The project is crashing. The client is threatening to back out—"
"Silence."
Her single word froze the chaos.
She walked straight to the main screen.
Her fingers flew across reports, server logs, design errors—
moving with the precision of an artist
and the depth of a warrior.
Five minutes…
Ten…
Fifteen…
And then—
SYSTEM RESTORED — PROJECT LIVE
The entire room erupted into applause.
Sia's eyes glistened.
"Di… you saved everything."
Rudra simply smiled.
"Our hard work never betrays us."
But just as she turned to leave—
Her heartbeat stuttered.
A strange pull rushed through her chest—
like an invisible force brushing her soul.
A call…
a whisper…
a connection
so ancient it felt like it belonged to another lifetime.
The same way Advik's voice
had cracked open her forgotten memories.
She stopped.
Pressed her hand against her heart.
Sia panicked.
"Di… are you okay?"
Rudra whispered,
"Somewhere… someone is waking up."
Sia didn't understand.
But Rudra's eyes held that same secret glow—
the same mystery, the same pull,
as if destiny itself had gripped her by the hand.
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On her way back to the haveli,
she looked up at the sky.
Soft pink dusk…
a calm horizon…
and a single peacock feather floating in the air.
She extended her hand.
The feather drifted down
and settled right beside her.
A message.
A sign.
A blessing.
"If this path is Yours…"
she whispered to her Krishna,
"…then I am ready."
A new chapter of her life had quietly begun—
where ambition, soul-connections, destiny, and past lives
were ready to collide.
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Far away—
in a different country,
on a different stage—
Advik paused in the middle of rehearsal.
His fingers froze on his peacock-feather-patterned mic.
"Why does it feel…"
he murmured,
"…like I've forgotten someone important?"
The air around him shifted.
Something stirred.
Someone stirred.
Two souls…
walking toward a reunion written ages ago.