"After my mother, dad was everything to me." Naina said as she remembered her good old days with her father.
She observed that Nakul was tracing patterns at the back of her palm with his hand and it had a calming effect on her.
"I had completed my PhD from the Delhi School of Economics and I had got this job in the college. One day, dad had gone for the Indian Journalists Symposium in Bangalore six years ago." She began telling him about her background. Nakul smiled assuringly at her, encouraging her to open up.
Taking a deep breath, she continued, "It was raining heavily that day. There was an accident on the road and people were gathered. I stopped by to see that the man driving the car had his head crushed badly. Apparently a drunk truck driver had crashed upon their car. The people
