After last night’s revelation about her father, she couldn’t bring herself to meet Guru’s eyes. Who was she supposed to hate—the man who had kidnapped her, forced her into marriage, or the man who was the very reason behind every scar, every wound, every shattered life?

She needed courage—courage to look at Guru again, courage to face everyone who had suffered because of her father. Even calling him “father” felt like filth on her tongue, a sin in itself. To admit that she was his blood was enough to make her want to crawl out of her own skin.