"No need to cry, son!" Says Mukesh, bringing Vihaan into his room.
"I'm not papa! It's just that I'm hating the fact that people besides me are hating me so much. I mean, I understand the fact that I've killed their son. I'm sorry for that. But, they have not given me love even without any valid reason for years. What have I done?" Vihaan says, wiping another tear.
"Nothing, my child. I'm there for you, my son. You have me. I don't know why my family is so against you." Mukesh caresses Vihaan's face.
"But they are right in a sense. I'm a DOG! You picked me from the streets after all. I must have been a stigma to my real parents too, that's the reason they threw me into the orphanage. Am I of any value, papa?" Vihaan says.
"You're my son. You'll always be my son. No matter what others
