“There is no ‘us,’ Tara. There never was.”

“Excellent family drama. But the property papers are in my car now. And the police are on their way to arrest Anurag for ‘kidnapping’ you, dear cousin. Either sign over the haveli and the company… or he goes to jail for life.”

Anurag’s jaw tightens. He wants to speak, but a flashback cuts in—his younger sister’s face, a fire, a promise made on her grave. He turns his back to Tara.