The King had now fully understood Rudra Singhania's human life.
He had learned his business, his influence, his power—and more importantly, how this world functioned.
What to do. What not to do.
He was ready.
Completely prepared to walk among humans.
Now, only one thing remained—
To find the girl.
At last, he decided to use an old method.
"Go and announce it," he ordered his minister. "We will hold a Gala to find a suitable bride."
The minister frowned in confusion.
"What is a Gala to find a bride, My Lord?" He asked.
Rudra replied calmly,
"In human terms… it is called dating for now. It will become marriage later."
"A reletionship where two people spend twenty-four hours together."
He leaned back, a calculated gleam in his eyes.
"Gather every girl in this city. Offer them money—humans are greedy. Beauty, status, intelligence… none of it matters to us."
"All we need is for them to come to us… so we can identify her with just a touch."
The minister smiled slowly.
"Yes… this should work."
Rudra smirked.
"And make sure the entry reward is so high… that no one dares to refuse."
Within a single day—
Television channels, newspapers, and the internet were flooded with one name:
Rudra Singhania.
For the first time in centuries, someone had announced a Gala for finding a Bride.
Ancient People had heard of Gala for finding a Bride and Groom…
But they are going to witness it now.
On television, Rudra spoke with perfect composure:
"After my accident, I had time to think. A man with a family finds purpose beyond work."
"I have built this empire with my own hands… and now, it is time to bring home its queen."
The world was captivated.
Who didn't know Rudra Singhania?
This was an opportunity that could change someone's life overnight.
Every girl wanted to try her luck.
Applications flooded in.
At home—
Arjun was teasing Abha.
"Why don't you go?" he grinned. "He's giving fifty thousand just for showing up. That's like two months of your salary!"
"Think of it as a vacation—you won't have to work for two months."
Abha threw a pillow at him.
"I'm not unemployed enough to chase free money," she snapped.
"And what if he actually says yes to marriage?"
She crossed her arms.
"Men like him are arrogant. They're obsessed with their wealth. Do you really think he's just handing out money for nothing? There's definitely a trap."
She smirked.
"And I'm smart enough not to fall into it."
Arjun burst out laughing.
"Don't you think you're overthinking a bit?"
Abha shook her head.
Just then—
The door opened.
Raj walked in.
"Did you see the news?" he said seriously. "You're not going there."
He stepped closer, gripping her shoulders.
"As your future husband, I'm ordering you to stay away."
Abha immediately pushed his hands away.
"Which husband? What nonsense are you talking about?"
She glared at him.
"That childhood game of 'house-house' we used to play? Forget it. I've grown up. Maybe you haven't."
Raj froze.
"How dare you say that?" he snapped. "Our grandparents fixed our marriage when we were children. And now you're backing out?"
Abha's voice turned cold.
"With their deaths… their words died too."
"Drop it."
The argument continued for hours.
Arjun leaned toward Abha and whispered softly,
"If you want to get out of this… just think about marriage once."
"At least go there. Who knows… maybe someone out there is meant just for you."
Abha looked at him.
Then at Raj.
Raj loved her deeply.
But to her, he was just… a friend.
A constant.
The one person who had never left her side—and never would.
Or perhaps… it was because of him that she had never truly felt alone.
There was a faint hope in Arjun's eyes.
And that… was enough.
Abha made her decision.
She would go to Singhania Industries.
Not because she believed in destiny—
But because she knew the truth.
No one was meant for a cursed life like hers…
A life surrounded only by death.
Elsewhere…
"Do you not think you made a mistake, Father?"
The elder son of the Supreme God spoke, his voice carrying quiet unrest.
"By giving humans emotions… you have only made them suffer. I still fail to understand your purpose behind letting a soul suffer like this on Earth."
The Supreme God remained calm.
"Humans… and their emotions… have always had the power to change destiny."
"What you call a suffering… is also a form of strength."
He paused, his gaze distant.
"We create them with one intention… yet they become something entirely different."
"And that girl…"
His voice grew softer.
"Her purpose is unlike any other."
"Your brother has tormented countless souls… angered many divine beings. Even now, many gods wish to see him suffer."
"I have tried to write her destiny… but I cannot."
"It is as if… something is stopping me from writing her story."
For the first time—
There was uncertainty in his voice.
"I do not know what shape this story will take."
He closed his eyes briefly.
"But when a heart that is pure… meets one that does not even possess a heart…"
He opened them again.
"Doom is inevitable."