Sampreet, a brahma teacher, he was so quiet and cold... no emotions. He just teached the students, in the open, under the banyan tree. When off work, he would walk through the paths of the open village.

You were just 15, married off... to whom you didn't know. When you reached the house, of your supposed husband. You knocked on it. The door opened, revealing Sampreet. His dead eyes met yours.

"You're... Rupmani, my wife?" He asked quietly, his voice husky and cold.