Samaira ‘s pov
 
I and Surya, we both are heading to his sprawling mansion. After what I’ve witnessed, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust anyone again. I know it’s not entirely her fault, not fully, but we need to talk. She was the only one for whom I could accept death with a smile, but now… I don’t even know her. What am I supposed to do?
Surya turned the car sharply to the left, and that’s when I saw it – a brightly lit sign advertising “Rajma Chawaal”.

The aroma wafted through the open window, and with a cracked voice, I asked him to stop the car. He did, his expression unreadable, and looked at me expectantly.