Shruti was shocked to hear him, seeing the expression on her face, Shreya was terrified, she felt that she was alone.  But soon Shruti recovered while Shreya for the first time felt as if she had made a mistake when she told about their relationship to Shruti.  Shruti said to Shreya seriously, 'Shreya, what you did was your decision.. but I do not consider your decision right, still.

 Now only you know better whether your step was right or wrong…, both of you will have to go to my place now... I will know Aniket only as your friend but will never be able to accept your life partner. Only time will tell whether you took the right decision or wrong...' and then  Shruti stopped the taxi and Shreya took Aniket with her.
 

Everyone was silent on the way, but Shreya's mind was overflowing, she was wondering if she had made a mistake, and she decided to live with Aniket. Is she returning to the same ancient rituals?  ... but, but...  After having dinner at Shruti's place in the night, they returned back to the hotel.  Even after coming to Patna, there was turmoil in Shruti's mind for several days.  

He kept remembering Shruti's sentence.  All of a sudden this morning after Richa's departure at the breakfast table, she became incontinent and both times she remembered Shruti.  He could not understand that living with Aniket was becoming a question mark.  Its existence, its existence has not been lost somewhere?  If it is so, he will have to seek it to maintain his existence.

A short story review: The pain of my region. 

 All the postal peons that came in the name of the minister were placed on the table in front of him.  A piece of crumpled, crumpled paper in the midst of them all caught his attention.  It was a vaguely worded letter.  He took it out and read it till the end.  The letter was expressing the pain of a poor and helpless father whose only daughter was burnt alive by dowry-hungry wolves.  

The SHO of the area, instead of writing the report, on the contrary, had beaten and threatened him badly.  Addressing the minister with so many adjectives like 'messiah of the poor, 'god' etc., he had pleaded for justice in his letter.  After reading the letter, he got the attention of his daughter.  

Every day she is pushed with a new demand - in the maternal house.  Will she someday too?  He trembled.  He immediately got the letter typed in the name of the Chief Minister of the state and sent it to the minister's room for his signature.  a little while Later, the minister called him.  'You sent this letter? 

 "'Sir! Poor poor girl's daughter was burnt alive by the poor in the greed for dowry. The SHO didn't even register the report and even beat up the old man…."  'You got the letter ready before showing me the letter! Didn't even ask?  I had sent such a hard letter in the name of.  

' Saying this, the minister threw the letter into the basket and said, 'You know, it was a matter of our parliamentary constituency and this..' He felt as if he was leaving the minister's room.  The daughter is burnt alive and she is cursed for not being able to do anything.