Even as she grew up in the orphanage…
even when she was adopted by a kind couple…
even after they too passed away…
She searched.
Quietly.
Tirelessly.
Using informers.
Old records.
Clues buried in dust and time.
Tonight, after 22 years…
a spark of hope finally lit the darkness.
She held the locket tight, whispering:
Purvi:
“Wherever you are… I’m coming.”
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MEANWHILE — ABHIJEET’S APARTMENT
Across the city, another home lay in deep silence.
Abhijeet slept on his couch — exhausted, his arm resting across his forehead.
But around his neck, hidden inside his shirt,
the other half of the same locket glimmered faintly.
A half-heart.
With the letter P engraved.
He didn’t know why it mattered so much.
But the day he woke up in the hospital 22 years ago — with no name, no memory —
this locket was the only thing he had.
His fingers unconsciously brushed the metal as he slept.
His lips moved in a dream.
"Chotti.."
He didn’t know what the letter meant.
Didn’t know who it belonged to.
Didn’t know why he had held it so close for all these years.
But some part of him —
some deep, silent part —
refused to remove it.
As if this locket was the last thread tying him to a life he had forgotten.
As if somewhere, someone was waiting for him.
Someone whose name began with P.
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AND IN THAT SAME NIGHT…
Two people under the same sky.
Two hearts beating with a hollow ache for a past.
Two locket halves waiting to reunite.
Destiny…
after 22 years…
had quietly begun to close the distance.
.....
CID BUREAU
The bureau was quieter than usual.
Computers hummed softly.
A few files lay scattered on desks.
Purvi walked in with a file clutched too tightly in her hands.
Her eyes were darker than usual — restless, unfocused, disturbed since last night’s call.
Ayushman was in his cabin, halfway lost in some paperwork.
Purvi knocked lightly.
Ayushman looked up. “Come in.”
She stepped inside, trying to hide her uneasiness.
“Sir, This is the analysis report you wanted,” she said, placing the file on his desk.
Ayushman nodded and reached into his pant pocket to take out the drawer key—
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Shadows Of Yesterday
FanfictionA story of bonds... once unbreakable, now buried beneath time. This tale is woven from forgotten memories, from hearts once close but pushed miles apart, from a bond that time tried to erase but destiny keeps trying to revive. A story of separation...
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