We’re going back home. It is raining outside. I’m driving the car and she is musing out of car’s window, a bit upset. Her lips are drawn down.

This Veer, I’m not going to leave him for making my Princess distress. I don’t know why she’s thinking about him so much.

“Princess, don’t think so much, please.” I implored, entwining my hand with her which is kept on her lap. As she moved her face to me, I uttered, “I can’t see you like this.”

I ...