“I need your help,” said Dansh.
“What do you need?” asked Banjeet impatiently.
“This guy here is having a tough time trusting me. It’d be great if you could help clear his doubts on me.”
Rahul looked at him, his face a totally blank expression.
“Would you please confirm that there’s no place to stay here in the village?”
Rahul shifted his stare to Banjeet, who wanted to tell the two: if you want, you could stay with me. But he knew that doing so would infuriate Dansh, and then he would kill his son, the same way he had killed his elder son two years ago.
He thought back to Deep, his elder son, tall and skinny, just like him. A man had reached the village’s border after losing his path, and Deep had rushed to meet him. Even before the lost wanderer could ask him for help, Deep told hi
