While Vikram watched his father, Chaaya pondered over his resemblance to the woman called Parvati and her son in the portrait.
“Vikram, do you know any woman called Parvati?” Chaaya asked.
Vikram glanced at her and nodded, “Yup, why?”
“I saw the portrait of a woman called Parvati in a room next to the Hall of Rest, so I was just wondering. She is very beautiful. Who is she?”
“Yeah, she is still very beautiful. She is Dilsher uncle's mother,” he replied.
“Oh....”
Vikram caught the confusion in Chaaya's eyes and asked, “What is troubling you? You look like someone has chewed your brains...”
Chaaya made a face at him and tried to resume her work. She fiddled with the brushes, hoping that Vikram would leave. But he stood watching her. He made her self-conscious.
“Don't you have any wor
