"I received an offer to work at an Army hospital, being chief surgeon there. Hence, I'm going there with you as you were there. I wanted a different norm in my life and thought this could give me that. Just wanna ask something. It's just an unusual thing. I've seen army movies where they always go through rough training, constantly possessing their sniper with them all the time. Do we equally have to do that? Like, do we equally have that kind of training? I'm merely asking, though."

He laughed aloud when I asked him that.

"Well, I don't know how a surgeon's life is. But I do know everyone has to follow rules which have been set ready. No choice! Why are you worried you might not be able to do all that training?" he mocked me.

While he teased, I decided to show him my physical fitness by doing some yoga.

"What do you say now, Rohan?" I challenged.

"Yeah, sure, you do have a flexible body. With this, I think you can pull off the army training but I think that you guys would've training but not like us," he admitted, impressed.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" I inquired cautiously.

"Well, what were your doubts?" he replied, his curiosity piqued.

"How could you treat him even though he had killed many people?" I asked, wanting to understand his perspective.

"Well as a doctor, I shouldn't be having favoritism even though he's a bad fella," he explained, revealing his professional ethics.

"Why do I feel like you're having some problems and also you weren't being normal with my friends? Like you're covering up something," he observed, his concern evident.

"What makes you think like that?" I deflected, not ready to share my worries.

"Shivi, I'm an army officer. I think I'm quite good at discerning people's nature. What's bothering you? You can tell me if you're fine with it," he insisted, his gaze penetrating.

"Was it too obvious?" I wondered, feeling exposed.

"Yeah," he confirmed.

"This was your problem?! No worries! As for the house, you can stay at my house which got an extra room and you don't have to pay for the rent. As for Dhivya's school, I can help her to join an army school. I'll do the application stuff. It's a piece of cake. Don't worry! Everything is settled," he assured me, offering his support without hesitation.

"Seriously?!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes, seriously!" he affirmed with a smile.

"You're my lifesaver, Rohan! Thank you!" I expressed my gratitude, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

Abhimanyu, who was looking on from the side, felt tired and went to sleep at his berth with Yash. Silence filled the air for a while before Rohan spoke up again.

"Thank you so much, Rohan, for giving us a stay at your house, and that too without rent. You solved most of my problems and tensions. But before that, I have to ask Dhivya too and if Dhivya agrees, then it is. But once I'm staying at your house, I'll be preparing the food and also sharing house chores with you. Is that a deal?" I proposed, wanting to contribute my share.

He reluctantly agreed, his smile indicating his acceptance, hoping to be with me all the time.

I was thoughtful of the household as I didn't want to burden him. It could be awkward to sit for nothing without doing chores and he was willing to let us stay rent-free there.

"You know what, you saved me from that tasteless canteen food again," I remarked, grateful for the change.

"Why is the taste of your basic food so terrible, buddy? The management should've at least paid some attention to it. You poor thing, you've been eating this all along, right?" he sympathized, sharing my sentiment.

"Yeah, you must be thinking I was a master chef back then, huh? The food was awful, but at least I got something to eat. So, I'm grateful for that," I joked, reminiscing.

"So, you're welcome. Is your past troubling you? And you couldn't sleep at night. Because when I was treating you, I noticed you mentioning 'Smriti'. Is she your girlfriend?" he probed, sensing there was more to my story.

He hesitated for a while and later told me about himself. I saw there was so much hurt behind the handsomest face.

Smriti... She was my sister. We used to remain a wonderfully happy family. My mother was a housewife and my father was an army officer just like me. My father usually used to be home with us every evening and then went to his shift at the base. But amidst all this, they never forget to beset us with love. You know that my mother always used to cook Smriti's favorite and I will be so pissed. My sister obtained her way to annoy and prank people. 

To be serious, one day she did a prank as if she fell inside the well. But the prank went too far when she fell into the water and I jumped inside the well without knowing swimming. I managed to save my sister while drowning in the water. My mother learned about the incident and contacted my father for help. Fortunately, the neighbors were called in for help, and they saved both of us. Yeah, I fainted while my sister was crying. 

When my father learned about this whole mess including Smriti's prank, my father was furious and decided to punish her. Fortunately, my mother came at the right time and spared her from my father's wrath. After that, Smriti stopped playing pranks on people. But she never stopped annoying my father and me sometimes. It was her birthday that day. Therefore, I wished her a birthday earlier and went to school that day as I was occupied at school. 

Hence, I didn't associate with them as my father said studies are much more important than the celebration. I didn't know I was gonna lose all the happiness I had on that day and also that would be the last day I would be seeing them. My intact family died in a bomb blast that happened in Kashmir. The extremely glorious bomb blast that constantly happened in Kashmir. That exact bomb blast became a sensation of that era. 

Many of them lost their habitat, friends, and relatives. The body parts of many people were scattered in places. The terrorists shattered the peace of Kashmir with that blast. Major Bheem was the one made accountable for them. My parent's bodies and my sister's bodies were never found, and I performed the last rites. Since then, Major Bheem has taken care of me. I felt like sharing this with you, and that's why I did and experienced peace after telling this to you.

He asked me back and knew the girl with an innocent heart traverses through an alley of darkness, doors, and chaos leading to the unknown.

"Yeah, I had parents," I replied, my tone heavy with emotion. "But they were far from loving. They were the source of much of my pain and anguish."

I know you started containing many questions right now in your mind which is why I'm gonna tell you about my horrid past. I represent a girl who came from the village to people who have this strange ancient mindset. My father is the village head and always prefers male heirs to remain in the family inheritances. In my village, people respect him and worship him as a god just because he arranged some key facilities for my village with his money. In my village, girls are allowed to study. There would be child marriages too.

The village people whom they consider my father a god didn't know that my father possessed another face; a face monster, the devil. That very same face destroyed many young kids' and women's lives. Nobody in the village dared to go against my father; lodging these complaints vanish into thin air. Some of them will never believe these claims. Some parents who had become devotees of my father will never believe their kids' words as the parents think that their kids are defaming their leader or god, I suppose.
What kinda of parents are they? I wondered about that time. My father possesses many illegitimate children around the 10 to 30 villages. Notwithstanding, I'm one of his illegitimate kids. As far as I heard from the maid who nurtured me, my mother persisted as a homely girl with many aspirations. She wanted to become a doctor which is why I became a surgeon. One day, my mother went to the temple, and he encountered my mother there. Since then, he started lusting for her, and then suddenly one day, he kidnapped her and molested her.

He grips her back to her house. My mother cried to my grandfather reporting to him what happened. My grandfather was so furious he caused this issue with the police commissioner who was his friend. During that investigation process, my uncle proved that my father was found guilty. He went to the house to capture my father. But, by that time, my mother got pregnant with me, and my sister died during the delivery process. This situation made my father compelled me to marry my mother which earlier he denied.