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His body visibly relaxed upon hearing her words.

“Promise me you won’t send me away,” she said.

He watched her with darkened grey eyes.

“Rudra, promise me!” she demanded.

His eyes flashed, but he slowly nodded.

Relief spread through her.

“I’m being damn fucking selfish,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “But I promise not to send you away.”

Their lips met, and soon, they were lost in the world of passion.

CHAPTER 52

Central Tibet…

The sun was setting over the mountain ranges when Nakul and Rishab climbed the last hundred feet of the narrow trail to the monastery. The trail was under a canopy created by tall trees, making the hike harder.

“This is it,” Nakul said, breathing hard as he pointed to his phone screen. “This matches the description of the monastery.”

It was an image sent by one of their hired task forces assigned to a group of monasteries in central Tibet. It matched with the description that the conman had given Nakul in Mongolia.

“This better be it, bro,” Rishab said with a short laugh.

They had been hiking since early morning through rocky and extremely steep terrain. Although Nakul and Rishab were used to hiking extreme terrains, they had been doing it continuously over the last few days, covering dozens of monasteries that overlooked a waterfall.

Nakul grinned at his brother. “Well, the good news is that if we don’t find the Goddess Shakti statue here, then there are only twenty-two more monasteries left for us to hike.”

Rishab groaned dramatically.

Laughing, Nakul put his phone back into his pocket and looked toward the entrance. A group of monks were beginning to gather outside.

The monks were peaceful in nature, but they were also known to be skilled in defending their monastery against invaders.

Nakul and Rishab paused at a distance from the entrance.

Nakul reached into his backpack to retrieve the painting of Goddess Shakti. “We are looking for Goddess Shakti statue,” he said.

One of the monks approached Nakul. When he saw the painting, his eyes sparked with familiarity. He immediately signaled to someone standing on one side of the main entrance.

Nakul and Rishab watched as one of the monks went inside the entrance.

Shortly after, an elderly monk walked through the entrance and approached Nakul and Rishab.

Nakul once again held up the painting of the Goddess. “We would like to know if Goddess Shakti statue is in your monastery.”

The old monk nodded. “Yes, Goddess Shakti's statue from the Singoor desert is being safeguarded in our monastery.”

Nakul’s heart raced with excitement. He sensed similar excitement in Rishab.

They finally found the original Goddess Shakti statue that was stolen three decades ago.

“We are the Thakvars of the Singoor desert,” said Rishab. “We would like to take Goddess Shakti back to the temple.”

The old monk looked at Nakul and Rishab for a long moment before shaking his head. “Goddess Shakti rightfully belongs to Singoor temple. But your eyes are wrong, my sons.”

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