The Raichand–Malhotra estate in India had never seen such activity. From dawn till dusk, corridors hummed with strategy meetings, secure communications, and the soft clatter of keyboards tracking leads across continents. Fifteen years of separation had left scars, but the family's resolve was unbreakable.
Arjun Raichand, patriarch of the Raichand lineage, stood over a large digital map, marking locations, tracing possible routes, and connecting intelligence gathered from Europe, Asia, and beyond. "Every record, every orphanage, every missing persons report… nothing can escape us. We will find our children."
Beside him, Devendra Malhotra coordinated with retired military contacts, private intelligence networks, and covert operatives. "Borders are no obstacle. Air, sea, land—we will track every lead."
Aryan Raichand, Avni's father, oversaw cyber operations. The younger generation—Veer, Vanya, Varun, Arin, and Aahana—assisted with data analysis, digital tracking, and pattern recognition. Every clue was cross-checked, every whisper investigated.
Avni's Decision
Amid the bustling operations, Avni Raichand made a choice that weighed heavily on her heart. Fifteen years of exile had taught her resilience and self-respect. She would return to the Raichand estate not as Meera Ahir, the daughter-in-law rejected by the Ahir family, but as Avni Raichand, reclaiming her identity, her dignity, and her legacy.
Yet one decision remained—Mukul. Her firstborn, trained since birth by the legendary masters Aditya Varma and Kabir Rathore, had grown in power and wisdom far beyond his years. She knew it was not yet time to bring him into the public fold.
She knelt beside him in the quiet of the training hall. "Mukul… my son… your journey continues with your masters. They have guided your strength, your mind, and your spirit. You must remain with them for now."
Mukul looked up, his calm gaze steady and unwavering. "I understand, mother," he said softly. "And I will carry your name proudly."
A faint smile touched Avni's lips. "Then from this day, you are Avni Raichand—my son, my heir, and the pride of our lineage."
Aditya Varma and Kabir Rathore, standing nearby, nodded in approval. "He is ready," Kabir said. "But his training is far from complete. He will need patience, discipline, and guidance to meet the destiny that awaits him."
Coordinated Operations
The family's plan was methodical and relentless:
Intelligence Networks: Cyber specialists traced digital footprints, intercepted communications, and monitored global social networks for any mention of the missing children.
Field Operatives: Experienced agents and military veterans were dispatched to investigate orphanages, foster homes, and cities where the children might have been relocated.
Diplomatic Channels: Arin and Aaryan Raichand used diplomatic contacts to access restricted records, missing persons databases, and international registries.
Surveillance and Reconnaissance: High-tech surveillance tools tracked movements of key suspects and persons of interest connected to the children's disappearance.
Every department operated in coordination, each lead verified and cross-checked. There was no room for error. Fifteen years had already stolen too much time.
A Silent Determination
Avni, standing at the center of the operations room, felt the weight of the mission settle on her shoulders. Fifteen years of separation had hardened her, but also steeled her resolve. She would not rest until all her children were found, reunited, and safe.
Mukul, under the care of the masters, continued his training—meditation, martial arts, intellectual lessons, and the cultivation of his extraordinary abilities. Every day, he grew stronger, sharper, and more aware of the destiny tied to his name.
And though the Raichand–Malhotra family's search had only just begun, the first threads of hope were taking shape.
The hunt for Avni's children was no longer a dream—it was a mission. And every passing hour brought them closer to reclaiming the family that fate had scattered.