Days passed, but Swapna’s body was still weak. The marks of the police torture had faded from her skin, yet they had dug deep into her soul. Her heart carried a constant ache—not for herself, but for Tanish. She asked Keerti and Jenny many times, “Where is he? How is Tanish?” But they never opened their mouths, only exchanged nervous glances.

In the meantime, one evening a folded note slipped under her door. It was from Guru Maa Radha. The message was short but commanding:

“A Jalsa has been arranged. You must attend. It is a grand occasion. Don’t fail.”

Swapna had not attended any Jalsa for months. Her heart was heavy with fear, but this one felt different. Rumors spread in whispers that it was a special celebration, arranged in a private resort. Someone important was being honored.

“Who is the lucky chela?” Swapna asked cautiously. But no one gave her a clear answer.

That evening, the entire community dressed in their finest. Shimmering silk sarees rustled, bangles jingled, and the air smelled of jasmine and sandalwood. Swapna, though weak, wrapped herself in a red Banarasi saree and tied her hair in a low bun. Something inside her told her this night would change everything.

At the resort, the Jalsa was grander than anything she had seen before. Glittering lights hung from the trees, music played, and a feast was spread. Everyone danced joyfully to Bollywood beats.

Suddenly, Guru Maa Radha rose and raised her hand. The hall went silent. From behind the curtains, a new chela stepped forward—draped in a green saree, her face hidden by her pallu. Radha’s voice rang with authority:

“From today, she is one among us. A new life, a new journey. Her name shall be Tania.”

Applause broke out, and the crowd cheered. Swapna froze in her seat. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew that voice, that gait, that hesitation in the steps. Could it be…?

Tania was seated on a chair at the center, shy and blushing, her hands trembling under the pallu. Just then, a hush fell over the gathering as a new figure entered—a tall woman in a rich Kanchivaram silk saree, her aura commanding respect.

She was holding a plate decorated with saree, blouse piece, turmeric, kumkum, bangles, and sweets. Everyone bowed slightly as she walked forward. No one knew who she was, but her presence was magnetic.

The woman approached Tania. She gently smeared turmeric on her cheek, applied kumkum on her forehead, and then handed over the plate.

Tania kept her head down, still blushing nervously. But suddenly, the woman held Tania’s chin firmly and lifted her face.

The crowd gasped.

A cold smile spread across her lips.

“So, how are you, Tanish?” she said, her voice sharp like a blade. “Hope you are enjoying your new life. You will have more fun from now on. Did you think you could sit in prison and escape all your sins?”

Tania’s eyes widened in horror. The woman leaned closer, her words dripping with venom.

“Let me make you experience hell on earth.”

The hall froze. Guru Maa Radha’s face turned pale. Swapna clutched her saree pallu tightly, her breath heavy.

Tanish—now Tania—stared in disbelief at the woman before her.

She was none other than Jhansi, CBI Additional DGP.

Her smile was one of triumph, her eyes blazing with revenge.

The drums started beating again, but now their rhythm felt like thunder in Tanish’s chest. The crowd danced, unaware of the storm that had just begun.

What was Jhansi’s past with Tanish? What revenge did she seek? Would Swapna gather the courage to protect Tania? Or was this the beginning of an even darker chapter in Tanish’s life?

The answers remained buried in silence, as the Jalsa lights flickered like warning flames. To be continued…

P.S: This story is a purely fictional story and any resemblance of characters in real life is just a coincidence.