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'When one reads the headline about a murder, '

'only that single incident stands vividly before them;'

'but beneath its surface lie faint, unsettling traces that quietly disturb.'

'And as a journalist, those are the things that excite me the most.'

Even after taking so many blows, you still won’t open your mouth

have you gone numb, or do you actually like getting beaten...

Why’d you create such a huge mess?

An affair or something?

Only the ash knows what was burnt in the fire.

Everything has been arranged as you requested.

Hey Mr. Goggles! You need a lift?

- Srujanpur. - Come, get in.

Bye then!

Hello!

I feel like I've seen you somewhere...

I'm Aabhas.

Aabhas...?

It's Babu Vastre's son-in-law.

Babu did say...

No, no, don't worry. I'm not anyone's son-in-law. I'm...

Then who are you? A newspaperman?

You can say that...

- Three specials! - Don't forget the cream, okay?

I told you beforehand... he’s a big-shot journalist.

And these reporters hear a thing and publish another!

Yes. Reporters are the worst.

Dangerous. They publish all kinds of news.

I just read something about Srujanpur in a newspaper. Who was it? Uh...

Maya.

I think I need to poop. I'll be right back. You sit here.

- You're leaving me alone here? - Just stay.

Oh, it's time to feed the cows. I've to go. Bye!

Come tonight and meet Ravdya.

- Ravdya who? - Just this guy who hangs out here at night.

That drunkard knows everything about everything.

Do you know Maya?

No, now. Absolutely not.

I have heard 'No'...

What's this 'absolutely not?'

Sir, that's Ravdya.

May I join you?

Go ahead!

You're our esteemed guest!

- Sit! - You're sure?

Of course!

From Mumbai?

Yes.

Bring anything?

Imported booze?

Sorry, if I offended you.

No, I forgot.

But next time I won't forget.

Hey, Pandu!

Bring some spicy mutton for Sir.

I don't eat meat.

I'll have what he's having.

Oh, this is just local brew...

You must be used to strange shaped bottles.

Damned if you know whether it's booze or a showpiece!

The point is to get high, right?

That's true!

You owe me for a week!

That boy is such a brat.

What's your name?

Radherao Thorat.

Aabhas.

No, that's really my name!

My old woman named me just before she died.

No, no. My name is Aabhas.

Oh! Your name means illusion, so I thought...

Radhe Sir,

I'll pay off all your debts.

On one condition...

Tell me a story.

A story that will give me goosebumps!

I tell a lot of stories...

Being a man of experience.

I just want to listen to one story.

Maya's story.

Fury...

Fighter...

A real man...

How she would dance!

We wouldn't need this to get high.

She'd change the whole mood with just the bells on her feet.

Just like her mother.

An exact photocopy.

No difference.

After a few years...

...he picked her up.

Who?

Quiet.

Absolutely quiet.

Forgive me...

You're so late...

How late?

Two whole hours...

It's the fourth day of your period.

From tomorrow, it'll be much sooner.

You're so attentive to me.

Come.

Come here!

Come...

What happened?

Whatever has happened?

When will the blacksmith come?

You're here!

What happened?

Why the crumpled face?

It's nothing.

All the flowers are still left.

Not a single customer came today.

So your face has dried up just like your flowers?

It's alright.

Today is like this.

You'll do business tomorrow.

Yeah right.

You say this just to make me feel better.

Tai... I don't care about tomorrow.

But today's flowers have dried up.

Even dried flowers have their own beauty, Gandha.

What's this?

What you gave me when I first came here.

Remember?

Really?

That must be a 4-5 years ago!

See how your face bloomed, seeing the flower?

Tai!

That means...

It's been five years, since you came here?

How... How long will this go on?

"Your palace is so alluring..."

"It strums the seven notes and intoxicates my body"

"It paints such strokes..."

"The mind is impatient, empty"

"I'm tired of trying to please"

"How do I recover now?"

"I'm tired of enduring"

"The tender rain falls again"

"The tender rain falls again in the monsoons"

"Like the last octave entangled in itself"

"Oh my lover..."

"Oh my lover..."

"I'm lost in your palace again"

"Oh my lover..."

"Here I am, all decked up in your palace again"

Tai! When will you come outside?

Very soon.

Then it'll be you and I.

We'll go to that Srujaneshwar temple together.

Is it?

How long will that last?

One day, you'll get married and go away.

No way! I'm not getting married!

I can see what marriage has done to you.

Instead of food, you get served abuses and beatings.

Everyone says that.

Once you are married, even your husband's abuses taste sweet.

That's great.

Kiss the feet of the one who kicks you.

The whole village knows...

He drinks everyday and then beats you.

What does the village care?

He drinks.

And beats me.

What is it to them?

He's my master.

He has all the right to abuse me or beat me.

If I was in your place...

I would have twisted his beating hands... like this... and broken them.

His abusive tongue... I would... tear it to pieces.

You've spoken a lot, Gandha.

Go home now.

Why? Why should I go home?

He'll be coming now.

So? So what? Is he going to gobble me up?

A drunk man isn't human anymore.

He loses control in front of me. How will he have any in front of you?

Oh is it? Let's see how he's loses control.

- I won't go. - Hey!

Listen to me. Just go.

- No... - 'Maya?'

- Go! - 'Hey Maya!'

- Master? - Maya, I'm hungry.

Maya... I'm hungry...

Master...

Tell me, Mistress!

I had asked you for something...

Huh?

What do you want?

Should I bring the moon down from the sky?

Call the blacksmith.

See how beautiful you look now.

- What are you doing? - Healing it.

What's funny?

I don't cry anymore.

Maya! Hey Maya!

Maya, I'm hungry...

I'm hungry. Give me food.

You drank again?

Uh... Just a little bit.

It's medicine.

It was such good stuff...

What medicine?

Poison.

I drink with my own money.

What is it to you?

I'll drink. A lot.

I'll drink to death.

Die then, you rascal!

- Who said that? - No one.

There's no one there.

Wow wow wow...

An angel from heaven has appeared at our window.

I was wondering...

Why does our house smell of fragrant flowers...

Hey, you go, bring me food. Go on!

Flower bed! You're like a tender chilli.

Should I eat you up? I'll lay you down right here.

Mind your language!

- What? My language... - Master!

Food...

You brought me food?

But it's dry.

Bring me something spicy with it. A drunk needs something hot...

Some ground chillies?

No, not that. I want that chilli... that one.

- Let go... - I want this raw chilli...

Let me go!

Don't you have any work?

Will you come here? I'll put you to work here?

- How much will you charge? - Let me go!

Master... Master!

Some respect...

Forgive me!

- Come, come... - Leave her.

- Come on... - Leave her!

Hey!

I'm employing her. That's why I'm asking her, how much she'll charge.

We break such tender chillies and eat them whole.

Leave me!

Come... Oh!

A mosquito bit me.

- A mosquito? - Yes.

Okay, come on now...

Hey!

If you come back...

I'll fry you and eat you up!

Let me make some fried chillies for you. Come.

You're relaxing after many days...

You're there, I'm here...

I will be relaxed, won't I?

Come here.

Show some patience...

The same old thing, every single day...

Aren't you bored?

Are you coming or should I come there?

When is the blacksmith coming, Master?

Can you hear that?

I'll have to call him from town.

This isn't a job for the village blacksmith.

Is that so?

Yes, it is.

So what do we do till then?

Just count the days?

Yes, count them.

Right now, I'm counting minutes here.

Come now!

You need to break a lock, right?

Master!

Maya...

Maya!

Forgive me.

Shoot.

Shoot!

"Oh my lover..."

"I'm lost in your..."

Hey!

How do you know this story? Who told you?

- That guy... - The blacksmith?

How do you know him?

- Who? - The blacksmith.

I don't.

Tell me, who told you this story?

The wrestler guy...

You mean, the husband?

I mean, her Master?

He would sit where you are sitting.

The... guy...

He would sit and chat.

But you would also 'sit' right?

Forgive me.

What are you saying, dude?

My, my, my! Radherao Thorat!

Have you had your fill? No matter what I say, you always end up here!

I can't sleep. Go!

Oh is it? You can't sleep?

- Then should I sing you a lullaby? - A lullaby...

Useless man!

You're teasing me? Come!

Hey, listen...

'The mind games were on.'

'They continued.'

'I couldn't sleep all night.'

'The story wasn't over.'

'The chain...'

'Gandha...'

'Maya.'

'The blacksmith.'

'I, who thought I was smart,'

'was a bit confused at the time.'

'Even though there were some loopholes in Ravdya's story,'

'it seemed to indicate that when the husband was killed,'

'it wasn't just the two of them in the house.'

'There was a third person.'

'I would just stare at the moon in the sky.'

'The moon I could see outside,'

'was the same one that would've shone through Maya's window.'

'Different pieces of information lay before me.'

'The more I tried to join them together,'

'the more messy things got.'

Hello Sir! How are you? Come, get in.

Come, sit, sit.

Let's go!

You didn't answer me. How do you do?

That's all the English I know. And I know the most English in this village.

You can figure out the rest.

- See... - Your car is completely empty today.

Of course. Is it Mumbai? That's how it is over here.

So... atleast tell me where you want to go.

Is there a blacksmith in the village?

Where did you come from?

Didn't you just say?

Oh yes, sorry, sorry.

But what work do you have with the blacksmith?

Just answer what I asked you.

Is there a blacksmith?

There was one in the village.

But no one knows where he is or what he does now.

But...

There's a beautiful, old Srujaneshwar temple in the village.

Should I take you there?

You can get a camel ride.

There's nothing else in this village.

You’ll just get a tan from the heat.

You should be fine, if you have some sunscreen or something.

There's nothing else to see here.

Hey, look at that!

Even our farmer is now a celebrity, Sir.

On Kisan konnect, people can directly get in touch with the farmers here.

Look at their app.

On this, the customer can see which farmer their vegetables have come from.

You’ll be coming back, right, sir?

I'll wait if you want.

I don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

As if you're staying over here. You'll surely want to go back.

You go, roam around, see the temple and come... -Hey, Gandha!

I'll park the car here.

Come, have lunch!

I'll wait then.

Sir, I'll be waiting!

Did someone call you Gandha?

Yes.

Do we know each other?

No... I don't remember you.

And no one except those who know me call me Gandha.

Who are you?

Do you know Maya?

I don't know who you're talking about.

Who are you?

What do you want?

I'm a writer.

Doing some research.

I mean, I'm collecting information.

For a story.

I heard a lot about Maya.

If you know her or have any information...

I don't know her.

I know of her.

What do you know? Please tell me.

Will you buy stock worth Rs.3000?

How long have you been running this... business?

Since I was a kid.

My father, wouldn't let me out of the house or even let anyone look at me.

One day he died.

By then I was married.

Only 15 years. My age.

Then my husband also left me.

After that, I started earning enough doing whatever work I could find.

Now isn't that a story in itself?

Why don't you write about this?

But it doesn't look like you liked my story.

Can we talk about Maya?

Sure.

Where do I start?

No, I mean, where do you want to begin listening?

Tell me what happened.

I mean... I heard that the poor woman was bound by a chain and all that...

Poor woman!

No, no.

She was everything but that!

Poor woman!

Well, she was a poor woman...

...but the chain...

A girl born in a Tamasha troupe.

The poor girl's childhood was wasted.

And then?

The abuse suffered at that age turns your head in adulthood.

- Whatever happens after that... - What happens?

Wear it now, idiot.

Show me the finger again.

Bloody moron!

What are you doing, Madam?

Give her two slaps.

I got a call, Sir.

Slap her and send her away.

- I already did. - Give her two more.

Baby...

What happened?

Are you hurt?

You went to the fair, didn't you?

Baby, tell me what happened? Let me see...

But baby, you're hurt...

Hey, what...?

Baby, baby!

Very naughty.

You go out, roam around, have fun...

No, that's what you should do...

...but you need to take care of yourself, baby.

Such a nice face! See...

Now you have a scar.

You'll take care, won't you?

Don't you have to go to work?

- I do. - Then go.

I'll go.

Baby... but...

Baby...

You didn't tell me what happened to you...

I fell off my bike.

- What? - I fell of the bike.

Should I stay home?

You're really hurt.

Let me stay.

Should I bring strawberry pastries on my way home?

Bye!

I miss you.

Bye!

Bye, baby!

You know there's blood in the body and the ways of the world, only after you get high.

Are you dead?

Did you hear what I said?

Next time I won't make calls to the police station.

If something happens again,

sort it out yourself.

You have an appetite to screw things up.

So get ready to be screwed back in return.

You talk a lot after you've screwed me.

Bloody idiot.

Hey...

Heroine...

This is all it is, between us.

You know that, right?

Don't say things that will piss me off.

And don't do such things either.

Baby?

Did you eat?

Baby, are you running a fever?

Has someone used black magic on you?

What are you saying?

Don't you have to go to work?

It's afternoon. Why're you saying no?

Why are you always looking at the clock?

I'm looking at the time.

What else should I do alone at home?

I pass time by watching time pass.

- You're lying to me, baby. - No.

Not lying.

Baby, listen to me...

Baby...

Baby, where are you going?

Baby!

Baby!

What's this?

What are you doing?

Baby, what are you doing?!

- Someone has used black magic on you. - No!

No!

- What? - Nothing.

Nothing.

Listen, baby...

Listen to me... hey!

Baby...

What is that?

I won't give you.

No!

You...

Sit!

Calm down. Sit.

Please give it to me.

Who gave you this?

Who gave you this?

Tell me, who gave this to you?

- Wait, I'll tell you. - Baby, I...

- Give it here! - No!

Give it!

Sit!

Listen, look... we will...

This isn't good. We...

Should I bring you some water? Some water?

Let's go to a doctor.

Let's go to the doctor. This isn't good for you.

Let's go to the doctor. He'll make us better.

Give it. Please.

Listen to me, please. This... This is not good for you, baby.

Just wait a second baby and listen to me!

Give it.

Baby!

Give it!!

Please!

Please!

- Give it!! - Let's...

Come here, listen...

Listen...

No, no no... No!

Baby?

Bab...

Baby!

Baby, listen to me...

Give it, you idiot!

Idiot! You wuss!

I'm talking calmly.

I'm calm, really.

Please give it to me.

Give it!

Give it!

Give it, you fool!

Hey, listen!

My insides are burning...

I'm anxious. Give it!! Give it, you fool!

I'll burn the door down.

Hey, you idiot!

Come outside!

Get me out of this. Hey!

Hey idiot!

Come.

I said, come here.

I told you to come here.

Get me out of this.

I'll die otherwise.

Get me out.

Shut up!

I have shut up.

Can't do it.

Can't do it anymore.

Stop this coyness now!

None of your tantrums in front of me.

Save them for your husband.

And also,

Don't even think of staying over at the quarry.

Are you jealous?

You think I'm kidding?

Are you getting this or not?

Did I crack a joke?

I'll throw you away.

Hey!

Hey! Take the knife away from his hand!

Take it!

Get up!

Get up! Quick!

Hey!

Who the hell are you?

Take it.

Take the damn knife away from him!

Take it!

Get away!

Get away!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Quiet!

She's a madwoman. She'll stab you!

Should I stab him?

Are you dumb?

Don't act smart or I'll finish you!

Shut up or else...

Hey!

Shut up!

Stop your antics...

or I'll slice you!

Sit quietly.

Quiet.

Stop your antics...

Is this real?

Hey!

Baby...

- It's real. - Baby...

Don't fool around.

Give it back.

- Give it back... - Baby! Baby!

Give... give it back now!

Baby!

Give it.

Why did you come back?

Baby...

Baby...

I don't like your pastries.

Hate them.

Hate them.

I detest your pastries.

Hey fool, be careful.

You call yourself a man?

Where did your manliness go? You ran.

I brought everything.

I did it all. The chair, the chain, everything.

- You know you'll be taken in. - There's nothing inside now.

It's all over.

But I don't want to go in.

Then don't go.

Wake up, heroine!

He's dying.

Let him.

You got me involved.

Didn't you have a gun?

Why don't you use it sometimes? It must be rusted.

It needs to be used.

We need to do something about him.

What should we do?

Fried chicken?

Mutton chops?

Husband chops?

Let's fry him with red chillies...

A tinge of lime...

And some snacks...

Baby?

Baby?

My name is Maya. Call me Maya.

Baby?

There's a place nearby.

Let's bury him there.

Let me go...

Leave me!

Let me go!

How do we bury him, tell me?

The whole body? Or just the bones?

Let's peel him!

And mix it all up...

Please... please let me go...

Shut up!

Stop this madness now!

Or I'll slap you across the face!

You'll slap me?

Do it.

Do you have any stuff?

I'll kill you.

Go on.

Let me see you be a man.

Kill me.

Kill me, idiot! Have the courage?

End of story.

Forget the story but...

What happened to Maya?

Sir, nothing happens once the story ends.

And even if something does, the reader won't know.

Only the writer does.

You...

How do you know so much about Maya?

Sir, I've sold tons of flowers in my life.

I can see the stem and know which flower it is.

What happened, Sir?

What are you thinking about?

The more you think, the more your head will spin.

This is what happens here.

What else can happen to such a woman, anyway?

Sir...

Think of me when you write your next story.

I'll stock up till then.

'That husband and I, we're the same.'

'Both of us, equally helpless.'

'What would've gone through his head after he was tied to the chair?'

'It's like my head has been opened up and...'

'...someone's stirring inside it like it's a pot of stew.'

'Round and round... Merry-go-round.'

'Mixer, juicer, washing machine and my brain.'

'Now I suddenly want to laugh.'

'Death and humour go hand in hand.'

'The board looks the same from here as well.'

'How can two people have such different perspectives about the same event?'

'Maya's illusionary world was swirling about in my head.'

'I could hear the husband's screams.'

'And sounds of cackling laughter over it.'

'One is Maya's voice and the other...'

'Definitely, it wasn't two people. There were three.'

Where to, Sir?

Which is the closest quarry around here?

The one on the other side of the village.

- And on this side? - None here.

Should I take you there?

How far is it?

About an hour away.

Is this the only quarry in the village?

Yeah... the only one here.

Do you know Maya?

No.

- Who owns this quarry? - Mr. Mohite.

How old is he?

Fifty... maybe sixty...

Seventy?

Something in that range.

How old is his son?

He has no sons. Two daughters.

Stop, stop, stop.

'In memory of Maya'

"In wild, impulsive relationships,"

"A soundless melody entered"

"Hands slipped out of hands"

"The emptiness rings out"

"I called it the evil eye, but the undesirable still occurred"

"The curse of separation was cast and"

"The story was silenced"

"You came, my lover and..."

"You came, my lover"

"And words found language"

"In your embrace..."

"all my sorrow was abandoned"

"I felt your touch and..."

"all my limbs were awakened"

"The pain of separation was quenched"

"I was bathed in bliss"

Wow!

Wow.

What should I praise?

The poem your lips recite?

Or this beautiful poem that stands before me?

My heart swells, hearing your words of love.

And because of that...

... this connoisseur falls slightly short in appreciating this live poem.

The appreciation I get in your eyes...

I can see it... and feel it too.

Is that so?

I'll be right back.

Tea.

Sit down.

I want to read something to you.

May I?

Yes.

"You..."

"You..."

"No matter how far you run..."

"Listen carefully..."

"No matter how far you run..."

"I'll only run to you."

"No matter how far you run..."

"No matter how far you run, I'll only run to you."

"I'll become a black cloud in the clear skies..."

"...and when you sit in the harsh sun,"

"I will rain on you."

"Not just that..."

"Not just that... When in the forest..."

Oh no.

I forgot the couplet in between.

I'll read it out.

"On a moonless night, I'll become a firefly and light up the path for you."

"Not just that..."

There it is.

"Not just that. If I hear the peacock's call in the jungle."

"And if it sounds like you are calling out to me,"

"I'll catch the peacock, rip his tail feathers off,"

"dip them in my flowing blood and write love letter to you."

It's over.

It was sweet.

You have a strange way with words.

Of course.

I have something else...

For you.

Thank you.

I saw your beauty and somehow managed to scribble a few lines.

But my poem in front of your beauty is like...

A cockerel in front of a peahen.

Oh, stop it!

I'll see you.

"In wild, impulsive relationships,"

"A soundless melody entered"

"Hands slipped out of hands"

"The emptiness rings out"

"I called it the evil eye, but the undesirable still occurred"

"The curse of separation was cast and"

"The story was silenced"

"The story was silenced"

What happened, Maya?

It's been so many years...

You only thought of me today?

I thought of you every day.

Morning, afternoon and night.

Why didn't you take me with you then?

I didn't even know.

No one informed me that he had taken you away.

I swear on you.

If you were there, would you have put a stop to it?

Would you have allowed my name to be joined to someone else?

Everything happened unknowingly, Shahir.

But now everything is in scattered, forever.

Don't cry.

You're here now.

Take me away now.

I walked through all the lanes of the village, singing our song,

thinking one day, you'll recognise my voice and sing along.

It was my fantasy.

Remember this place?

How can I forget?

It's beautiful.

Tell me...

...if I keep this in water, will it bloom again?

Oh wow!

You wore the garland I brought for you.

It's just 6:30 and I'm home.

Let me start dinner.

I'll wash up.

May I ask something?

Please do.

Do you still write poetry?

Of course, I do.

There's only one difference...

The earlier ones had green meadows.

Now there's only the desert of separation.

We'll have to find a way through the desert.

We'll have to quench our own thirsts.

Shahir, I feel like I've fallen into a deep hole.

I'll be waiting for you...

...to come and take me out of that hole.

Till then, there's where I'll be, Shahir.

No...

I won't be there either.

I'll dig deeper and deeper and deeper down the hole,

go deep, deep inside...

...and just die one day.

It's 6:30.

He'll be coming now.

You leave.

Leave now.

Leave right now.

Leave, Shahir!

Leave.

Shahir, leave.

Where will I go, if not back to you?

You're where my heart resides.

"The touch of her hand was delicate"

"Shyly, she folded into herself"

"Like a touch-me-not, she stood demurely"

"But her desire to be touched wasn't satisfied"

"A tender bud with a sweet fragrance"

"she bloomed and smiled"

"the sweet lover"

"his sweet voice"

"She heard it..."

"and was wooed..."

See?

When you are in front of me, a love song dances on my lips.

Leave.

Leave.

How long will this go on?

Maya...

Don't say that, Maya.

This ends now.

Meaning?

I'm shifting out of here.

As in?

I'm going to take you along.

Forever.

I can't come, Shahir.

Maya?

Don't say that, Maya.

If you aren't with me, nothing will survive...

...neither my music, nor I.

I can't come.

'Maya?'

'Hey, Maya!'

You go.

'Maya!'

'Hey, Maya!'

Maya, Maya, Maya!

Close your eyes and open your mouth. Quick!

Why?

Do it.

Don't peek.

Open your mouth...

Why the sweets?

I'll tell you.

Maya...

We've bagged a big contract.

The biggest one.

There's an open ground in town. A contract to build fences for the ground.

A lot of money.

Yes, but...

But we'll have to move out of the village and go to live in the town.

And...

...there's another thing we've to start preparing for.

To make sure a cradle is needed in this home.

Feeling shy?

I know, leaving the village will be a bit difficult.

We really got close to the people of the village.

We loved them.

Who is it?

Who are you?

What were you doing inside our home?

Who are you?

What are these clothes? Are you a street musician?

Yes, I am.

So?

Maya... you were alone at home.

He didn't hurt you, did he?

You...

When my wife is all alone at home, did you come to steal?

Are you a thief?

- Leave him. - Stop looking at her. Look at me.

- Leave him. - Wait Maya. I'll take care of him.

Leave him.

Leave him.

So you knew he was inside?

How long has this been going on?

Nothing's going on.

Then he... inside?

In my absence. In our home.

Is this an affair?

No.

- I go out and he comes in? - No!

Then why?

Is this a misunderstanding?

Am I dreaming?

Please say this is a lie, Maya.

Maybe I did something wrong...

I'm suspicious.

Please...

Let's go, Maya.

It's getting late.

What for?

Shahir...

No.

No.

No!!

The wolves inside a rabbit hole.

As soon as a third person appears, the couple is doomed.

You know how it is, Sir...

A man can do anything.

But once a woman strays, the marriage is ruined.

Shahir and I would roam the world in this car.

There's still some stuff from the Tamasha performances left in the car.

But Tamasha performers aren't allowed to fall in love.

That's where things went wrong.

They would have been so happy together.

Tell me one thing, Sir.

Who makes these rules?

'Time, Space, Memory, Perspective, Consciousness and human mind...'

'These are more complex than we can ever know.'

'Truth is subjective.'

'Even this sentence is subjective.'

'So many versions of the truth come before you...'

'...that you can never lay your hands on the one single truth.'

'I realised, I must leave now.'

'Something clicked.'

'Exactly like it did on my way here.'

'Maya was running.'

'The times were changing.'

'New paths were being forged.'

'Some wrong paths were taken.'

'At every step, her form,'

'her clothes, her language... was changing.'

'There was a kind of magic in the village.'

'Colourful folk weaving colourful stories.'

'Submission and Domination.'

'Addiction and Salvation.'

'Love and Complicit.'

'There's a saying -'

'Only the dead have seen the end of war.'

'What burnt in the fire...'

'only the ash knows.'

'If I believe Ravdya's story, Maya's husband must have committed suicide.'

'According to Gandha, in Maya and Dravya's tussle...'

'...the trigger was pulled by Maya.'

'Maybe.'

'And in Krishna's version, Shahir shot a bullet on purpose.'

'Only that husband knows what's true and what's false.'

'Ultimately.'

'Because when every gunshot rang out, he must have seen his end.'

'Forgive me.'

'And that's where the story ends.'

'Think the story is over?'

'Just because all that’s left is ash, doesn’t mean the fire is out.'

'A single spark can appear without warning,'

'and suddenly, the story takes an unexpected turn.'

'One circle. Three angles.'

'Should I reveal the truth... or remain silent?'