The rainy season extended its stay over Neelambargarh for a few more weeks. The river Maya swelled in pride as it ran through the plains, with its branched-out distributaries, flooding both its banks, in Suryapali and Neelambargarh. Unlike people, it didn’t respect borders. It treated everyone equally. The flood reliefs were on their way and vigil increased over the loss of cattle and harvest. In this mayhem of nature, making the river restless, some hearts were perhaps more restless than hers. Ever since the day the letter arrived from the capital, Smriti was in distress. She now wished she had never opened her mouth to Priyambada in the first place. With a hefty amount under her name, and no need to work for a living, Smriti found herself in a dilemma, looking for the things no wealth could buy; a purpose and a home. Trying to divert her restless mind, Smriti had walked into Kumar Viraj’s messed up chambers after he had left to attend the meeting in the nearby village to access...