Those toe rings weren't just ornaments—they were sacred to Aman, gifted by the most precious person in his life. He had no idea how someone could possibly steal them. They had been protected under the highest level of security. Since that fateful incident, he hadn't laid eyes on them...
But the Nagaraja wasn't finished yet. His expression turned serious as he looked at Aman and completed his sentence softly.
"Aman, not just your toe rings... your Chudamani has been stolen too."
It felt like a bolt of lightning had torn through his chest.
Both the toe rings and the Chudamani—gone.
They weren't just accessories; they were fragments of memory, tokens from a time long gone. But among them, the Chudamani held the most cherished place in his heart. It was the truest symbol of his bond with the one he had loved most deeply.
He looked at the Nagaraja, barely able to whisper a single word, "How?" His voice trembled with sorrow, disbelief, and shock.
