Swetha looked at Arya, her mind racing with questions. "I have one doubt," she said. "I heard you were killed by him... but also that you were immortal. Why didn’t you kill Rajavarthan then itself? When he killed you, was the sage with him?"

Arya shook his head. "No, I was alone. And it happened 25 years ago."

Swetha's eyes widened. "Twenty-five years ago?"

Arya nodded. "Yes. When Nandhini’s father asked me to kill Rajavarthan, I came here. But Rajavarthan already knew I was coming. He had goons ready. They ambushed me, struck my head hard, and killed me on the spot."

Swetha listened, breathless, as Arya continued.

"I reached the white space—the same place you went when you died."

He recalled standing before the radiant being who welcomed lost souls.

The man had looked at Arya with warmth. "You are a good soul," he had said. "You hold no selfish desires and have helped many. Your karma is great. You are eligible to enter the right door. Once inside, whatever you wish will be granted."

As Arya stepped into the realm beyond, he was met with a breathtaking sight—a vast, luminous world filled with souls radiating pure energy. Some were familiar, spirits he had once helped.

Another being approached, his face filled with joy. "Welcome," he said. "When one enters this place, they are given a role—guardian of the skies, keeper of the oceans, angel of the earth. You will serve as a force of God. In past centuries, only a handful have entered this door. But since you started helping souls, hundreds have found their way here. Before, there was only one in a decade… sometimes none."

Arya bowed his head humbly. "I only did what was right."

The being smiled. "Tell me, what role do you desire?"

Arya didn’t hesitate. "I wish to continue what I did on Earth. I want to fulfill the last wishes of souls. I want to remain in human form."

The being’s expression turned serious. "With conditions. If you leave this place, you may return whenever you wish. But once you step out of this door, you must be born again to enter it once more. You will be given an immortal body—one that will not age or be destroyed. But there is a law: You may only harm or kill if it is the final wish of a soul. No exceptions."

Arya nodded. "Then… since Nandhini’s father’s last wish was to kill Rajavarthan, am I allowed to fulfill it?"

The being shook his head. "His soul was captured and reborn. He no longer exists in the cycle as he was before. You cannot act on his past wish. If another soul requests it, then you may."

Arya took a deep breath, accepting the conditions.

"You will be given a new face, a new identity," the being continued. "Your old friends will not recognize you. You may form new bonds, even reconnect with them… but as a stranger. You will not intervene in human lives unless it is the last wish of a soul. Even if they are suffering, even if they are dying… you must not interfere."

Arya closed his eyes for a moment. Then, he accepted.

When he returned to Earth, time had moved forward. Nandhini—whom he had known as a young woman—had been in a coma for 25 years due to an accident. When she awoke, she sought vengeance against Rajavarthan herself… and failed. She was captured.

Swetha looked at Arya in shock. "When I spoke to her, your face was covered. I didn’t realize… she’s nearly 50 years old now."

Arya gave a small smile.

Swetha chuckled, shaking her head. "Then… this is goodbye."

She turned, her heart lighter, and stepped through the right door.

As she disappeared, Arya remained where he was. His path was set. He would continue his service, unseen yet ever-present—guiding lost souls, fulfilling their wishes, and ensuring no one would leave the world with regrets.