Chaaya opened the thick volume of the book in her room and to her surprise; she found it to be a journal maintained by Banu Pratap Singh Shekhawat. It was written in the third person, a chronicle of his life recorded from his childhood to his death. She speculated if it was written by him or someone else. She riffled through the pages and stopped at the chapter where he had written, “It was the day he realized that he had fallen in love with this beautiful and intelligent child-woman who had an opinion on everything in life…”
Chaaya sighed. He must have meant Parvati. She continued to read the fascinating life of Banu Pratap Singh.
Dibankar sat up in alarm and stared at everyone.
“Why are you all looking at me like that? I told you I wandered into the Palace by mistake…”
“Really?” Vikr
