Capítulo 15: Chapter 15: The Weight of the Truth
Last Night Flashback
Dhruvansh sat in his room, the silence of the night pressing heavily around him. His earlier conversation with Karna replayed in his mind like a broken record, the emotions still raw. He had lashed out, letting years of suspicion and hurt boil over.
"You should've told me," Dhruvansh had said to Karna, his voice trembling with frustration. "Whether it was for my own good or not, it was my right to know about my parents."
Karna had tried to explain, had tried to make Dhruvansh understand why they had kept it from him. Devi had interjected, her voice soft and soothing, trying to bridge the gap between them. But Dhruvansh wasn't hearing them anymore. He was too lost in his own thoughts, too overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all. The truth, or what little he had uncovered, had shattered the foundation of his world.
As they spoke, an old memory had surfaced, one that Dhruvansh hadn't thought about in years. It was a memory from five years ago—of the bombing incident in Kashi that had made headlines across the country. At the time, Dhruvansh had been too young to understand its significance, but now, the timeline nagged at him. The bombing had occurred around the same time as his birth.
"Eye," he whispered, his voice cutting through the silence in the room. His personal AI companion, always attuned to his commands, materialized in a soft glow near the foot of his bed.
"Yes, Dhruvansh?" Eye's voice was calming, soothing, like a constant presence that had been with him for as long as he could remember.
"Can you search for the details of the Kashi bombing incident from five years ago? Specifically, the number of people who died and those who survived. I need information on any children involved."
Eye's voice remained neutral, though Dhruvansh could sense its hesitance. "Why this sudden interest in an old incident?"
Dhruvansh closed his eyes, the weight of his suspicions pulling him down. "Because I think… I think it might have something to do with me. Just do it, Eye."
There was a pause as Eye processed his request, but it didn't question him further. "I'll begin the search. This may take some time."
While Eye scoured the databases, Dhruvansh's mind raced. The possibility that his parents—his real parents—had been victims of the bombing made his stomach twist. If they had died in that attack, if that was why he had been left in the orphanage… He hadn't known it back then, but now, the pieces were starting to fit together.
After what felt like an eternity, Eye's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I've gathered the data you requested."
Dhruvansh sat up straighter, his heart pounding in his chest. "Read it to me."
Eye began, its tone clinical. "There were 47 casualties in the Kashi bombing, including men, women, and children. Fourteen survivors were taken to nearby hospitals, of which five were children under the age of ten. One of the survivors was a six-month-old baby boy, who was later sent to the orphanage where you currently reside. He was subsequently adopted."
The room seemed to tilt as Dhruvansh processed the information. A six-month-old baby boy. His heart raced. Could it really be him? Could his parents have died in that attack?
"Eye," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "If I was adopted, there has to be some record of it. An adoption certificate, something. Can you search the orphanage's archives for my adoption records?"
There was a long pause before Eye responded, almost as if it were considering its response. "Isn't it wrong to search for this without the knowledge of your parents? They have raised you, Dhruvansh. Karna and Devi have provided for you, loved you."
"They lied about me being adopted," Dhruvansh retorted, his voice harder than he intended. "If they had told me the truth, I wouldn't have to do this. But I need to know. I need to be sure. I'm hoping that what I'm searching for isn't true, because if it is… it means my real parents have been dead for the last five years."
Eye was silent for a moment, before responding softly, "But whether you find this document or not, it won't change the past. You can't bring them back."
Dhruvansh's breath caught in his throat, a lump forming as he tried to hold back the emotion. "It's not about changing the past. It's about being at peace with the truth. Please… just do it, Eye."
The glow from Eye flickered for a moment as it accessed the orphanage's digital archives. The room was filled with a tense silence as Dhruvansh waited. After a couple of minutes, Eye's voice returned.
"I've found the adoption certificate," Eye said quietly. "Do you want me to read it?"
Dhruvansh clenched his fists, steeling himself for whatever was to come. "Skip the formalities and go straight to the part about my parents."
"Your birth name is Dhruvansh Ashwat, born on the 31st of March. Your father's name was Rohit Ashwat, and your mother's name was Ishani Ashwat."
The names struck Dhruvansh like a lightning bolt. Rohit Ashwat. Ishani Ashwat. For the first time, he knew the names of his real parents. He felt a rush of emotion—happiness, even—at finally knowing. But it was short-lived, as the cold, hard truth followed.
"They are listed as deceased," Eye finished, its voice gentle, as if aware of the weight those words carried.
Dhruvansh felt his chest tighten, tears pricking at his eyes. His parents hadn't abandoned him. They hadn't left him voluntarily. They had been taken from him—stolen by the cruelty of the world in a senseless act of violence. His hands trembled as grief and anger coursed through him in waves.
He had spent years believing his birth parents had abandoned him, cursing them in his heart for leaving him to grow up as an orphan. Now, that anger shifted, redirected at the faceless perpetrators of the Kashi bombing. The terrorists who had killed his parents, left him alone in this world.
"I'll kill them," Dhruvansh whispered, the words spilling out before he could stop them. His heart raced, his breath quickening. "I'll kill them. I'll kill them all."
"Dhruvansh," Eye's voice cut in, its tone urgent. "Your heart rate is spiking. You need to calm down. If you don't, you could suffer serious health complications."
But Dhruvansh wasn't listening. The rage inside him was too great, too consuming. "They took my parents from me," he growled. "I'll find them. I'll make them pay."
"Even if it doesn't ease your pain?" Eye asked softly. "You think killing them will bring you peace?"
Dhruvansh clenched his jaw, his fists still trembling. "Maybe not. But it's the only way I'll feel any justice."
"You're only five years old," Eye reminded him gently. "What can you do against those responsible? You would only endanger yourself. And what about Karna and Devi? They love you, Dhruvansh. Even if they didn't tell you the truth, they raised you as their own. Don't let your anger blind you to that."
Dhruvansh felt his rage flicker for a moment, dampened by the truth of Eye's words. Karna and Devi had raised him. They had loved him as their own, even if they hadn't told him everything. He couldn't hate them. He could be angry, yes, but deep down, they were still his family.
"Revenge can wait," Eye continued, its voice calm. "You're not ready yet. If you really want to pursue this path, you need time. You need to prepare yourself. Don't rush into something you can't handle."
Dhruvansh closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. The rage inside him slowly ebbed, replaced by a cold, steely determination. Eye was right. He wasn't ready—yet. But one day, he would be. One day, he would find those responsible for his parents' deaths.
"I'll wait," he whispered, more to himself than to Eye. "But I won't forget."
As the tension drained from his body, exhaustion overtook him. Dhruvansh collapsed onto his bed, his mind spinning with thoughts of the future, of vengeance, of the truth that had come crashing down on him. For now, he would rest. But soon, he would plan. He would be ready.
The next morning, Dhruvansh woke up later than usual. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind still buzzing with the revelations of the previous night. His real parents. The bombing. The adoption. His outburst at Karna and Devi. Everything seemed to blur together, and his chest ached with the weight of it all.
He had made a decision last night—a decision that would shape his future. He would prepare, plan every step meticulously. But first, he needed to figure out how to face the life in front of him, starting with the truth about his parents.
As he lay there, lost in thought, he heard Devi's voice calling him from downstairs. "Dhruvansh! Come down, beta."
With a sigh, Dhruvansh pushed himself up from the bed and made his way downstairs. As he entered the hall, he saw the Chauhan family sitting there, along with Diya. They were all watching him, their expressions tense. He could guess why they were here.
Karna spoke first, his voice steady but filled with concern. "Diya is here to apologize to you."
Dhruvansh's eyes flicked to Diya, and for the first time, he felt the weight of everything pressing down on him. He had more important battles to fight than holding grudges.
Flashback Ends
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