Raat ki khamoshi mein kamre ka taapman abhi bhi kaafi badha hua tha. Paseene se tar-batar shareer, bikhre hue baal aur bistar par phaili hui chaadrein us junoon ki gawah thin, jo abhi-abhi khatam hua tha. Samrat Vaidehi ko apni baahon mein jakde hue tha, jaise use duniya ki har cheez se chhupa lena chahta ho.

Samrat ne apni thuddi Vaidehi ke kandhe par tikayi aur uske gardan ke komal hisse ko choomte hue dheemi, bhaari aawaaz mein bola, "Tum sirf meri ho, Vaidehi. Sirf meri. Please... apne Mummy-Papa ke saath itni close mat hua karo. Mujhe bilkul achha nahi lagta. Mujhe sirf tum chahiye."