Meanwhile, in Anga, Keshav and Avanti reveal their secrets...

"They want me dead," Avanti said, her voice trembling. "They know too much, and they want to silence me."She could feel the cold sweat running down her back, soaking her clothes. She couldn't stop shivering despite the heat of the night.

Keshav's face remained impassive, but Avanti could see the muscles in his jaw tighten, a sign that he had already suspected what she was about to confess.

Avanti hesitated for a moment, then blurted out the truth. "I know who killed the prince's cousin," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"The person who hired you? Who was it?" Avanti asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

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Keshav frowned, his eyes darkening with a mixture of anger and sadness. "I'm not sure," he said slowly. "But I have my suspicions. I believe that the person who hired me was onto something big, something that someone didn't want them to know about."

"Is Prince Mukund really dead?" Keshav found it difficult to accept that a few attackers sneaking into Malla's palace were able to kill him so easily.

Avanti nodded tears flowing down. "I saw the blood with my own eyes."

"You owe it to him, we owe him the truth," he said, his voice sure now, a beacon of hope cutting through the darkness of uncertainty.

Avanti nodded, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "I know. And I want to do everything I can to make things right. But how can we prove his innocence when the real culprit is working for the queen?"

Keshav placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll figure it out. But right now, we need to focus on keeping you alive."