Chapter 67 - Chapter 67: The Desert of Secrets

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Rajasthan — Sunset

The desert stretched endlessly.

Golden sand.

Burning sky.

Ancient silence.

The kind of silence that hides stories older than revenge.

And somewhere inside that endless desert—

Rajesh Roy had buried the truth.

Which meant, naturally—

everyone was now uncomfortable.

🛩️ Arrival in Rajasthan

Private jet landed.

Hot wind hit instantly.

Rahul stepped out first—

and immediately regretted being alive.

"Why is the air attacking me?"

Veer adjusted his sunglasses like a man born for unnecessary drama.

"This, cousin, is called nature."

Rahul replied—

"I prefer air-conditioning."

Aryan stepped out.

Looked around.

Dead serious.

"If I see one snake, I'm moving back to Dubai."

Riya answered—

"The snake will probably reject you."

Kabir laughed so hard he almost dropped his bag.

Even Sumit smiled slightly.

A dangerous miracle.

😈 The Old Desert Fort

Hours later—

They reached it.

The abandoned royal fort.

Half buried in sand.

Ancient walls.

Broken towers.

Silence so deep—

it felt like the place was watching them.

Sangita whispered—

"This place feels haunted."

Veer nodded.

Too casually.

"It probably is."

Rahul immediately turned around.

"Perfect. Goodbye everyone."

Sumit caught his collar.

Without looking.

"You're staying."

Rahul sighed.

"This is how side characters suffer."

😨 Horror Scene — The Whispering Hall

Inside the fort—

long corridors.

Broken lanterns.

Dust everywhere.

And strange whispers.

Soft.

Unclear.

Like voices hiding inside stone.

Aryan stopped walking.

"…Did anyone else hear that?"

Silence.

Then—

a whisper again.

Close.

Right behind them.

Sangita turned quickly.

Nothing.

Only darkness.

And cold wind.

Kabir whispered—

"Nope. No. I officially support sunlight."

Then suddenly—

one old door slammed shut.

BOOM.

Everyone jumped.

Even Sumit.

Very slightly.

He denied it immediately.

Rahul pointed dramatically—

"I saw that. The king fears ghosts."

Sumit replied coldly—

"I fear your survival."

Fair.

Very fair.

💥 The Hidden Chamber

Veer used the old compass.

It pointed strangely—

not north.

Down.

Under the fort.

A hidden chamber.

Because of course rich families never hide normal things.

Behind an old statue—

they found stairs.

Stone stairs leading underground.

Dark.

Cold.

Ancient.

Terrible for everyone's mental health.

Aryan looked down.

"If demons live there, I'm charging extra."

Riya pushed him forward.

"Go negotiate."

❤️ Romantic Scene — Hand in the Dark

Underground chamber.

No light except torches.

Walls covered in old carvings.

Family symbols.

Secrets.

History.

Fear.

Sangita walked beside Sumit.

Closer than before.

Not because of romance.

Definitely because of ghosts.

Probably.

She whispered—

"If something jumps at me, I'm using you as a shield."

He replied calmly—

"Romantic."

She smirked.

"I contain multitudes."

Then—

without words—

their hands found each other.

Naturally.

Like instinct.

Like home.

In darkness—

sometimes love is simply

not letting go.

From behind—

Rahul whispered emotionally—

"They hold hands and suddenly I believe in poetry."

Aryan nodded—

"I believe in therapy."

Riya whispered—

"Silence, both of you."

🔥 The Chest of Truth

At the center of the chamber—

an ancient iron chest.

Locked.

Covered in dust.

Roy family crest engraved.

Waiting.

Sumit stepped forward.

Heartbeat louder now.

Because sometimes—

you know your life is about to split into before and after.

He opened it.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Inside—

documents.

Old passports.

A birth certificate.

And one sealed letter.

Marked—

FOR SUMIT

Silence.

Heavy.

Sacred.

His hands trembled.

Actually trembled.

He opened the letter.

Read the first line.

And froze.

Sangita whispered—

"What does it say?"

His voice came out low.

Broken.

Impossible.

👉 "If you are reading this, then it means I failed to tell you the truth… You are not my only son."

Everything stopped.

Again.

Rahul blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then—

"I'm sorry—WHAT?!"

Aryan whispered—

"This family is a Netflix subscription."

Kabir looked pale.

Even jokes were failing.

Because now—

there was something worse than betrayal.

Worse than Devika.

Worse than hidden mothers.

Another heir.

Another son.

Another player.

Hidden all these years.

🔥 FINAL LINE

A lost mother.

A buried past.

And now—

a secret brother.

Somewhere in the shadows—

another Roy existed.

Waiting.

Watching.

And maybe—

coming for the throne. 👑🔥😈