Shaurya was sitting on the teak wood chair in the confined police station with all the others standing around him. As soon as his eyes fell on his wife who left him about 5 years ago, his heartbeat quickened pacing at a dangerous speed. 

"A....A..", Shaurya fumbled... his breathing quickened, he tried to compose himself but it became so difficult.... Mr. Sharma is astonished to see the ever-calm and composing Shaurya under so much stress... "Akansha...", Shaurya called in a whisper, but since the whole station was silent, she heard him, everyone heard him, she closed her eyes to compose herself, before raising her head and looking at his face, into his eyes, the eyes she was so used to look into, the eyes that used to display her world... But, now ? those eyes meant nothing to her, or so she thought.