I stand at the gates of the mill, the same place they dragged me away in chains. Today, I walk free—proven innocent, my name cleared. The workers cheer, their hands raised like prayers. But Sharda’s eyes are cautious. She knows victory here is never final.\n\nThen Geeta runs to me, tears in her eyes, hugging me like she’s afraid I’ll vanish. I hold her tight—my only family. But when she pulls back, I see it. That softness in her gaze, the flush on her cheeks. Not just relief. Love.\n\nAnd then I see him. Ashok. Standing at the edge of the crowd, watching her. Vikral Singh’s blood.\n\nLater, at home, she whispers it: 'I love him, Naresh. He’s not like them.'\n\nI sit in silence. The man who helped destroy me shares blood with the boy who holds my sister’s heart.\n\nWhat do I do?\n\nDo I crush her dream to protect the movement? Do I test him—risk everything on a chance he’s different? Or do I walk away, knowing I can’t control love, even when it threatens everything?