In France, on that very day of the catastrophe, Asha was on her way to Tarla's restaurant with her prepared dish. Along the way, her heart thumped faster than normal. She felt stifled, her mind was on Ronjon. She wanted to go back home but she couldn't back out now. As she walked, she prayed. "God, protect my husband and my in-laws. And help me to get the apprenticeship."

Ninu and Binoba stood erect with their backs on the caller. Instincts told them not to respond to the man. They continued to walk all the way to the rickshaw and talked of things unrelated to their purpose of coming."You better get your wife those sweets, Bhai." Ninu started.

Six years ago, she met Rimas as a volunteer in distributing a truck load of provisions in the villages. She was a poor young widow with her one-year-old daughter. Her husband died in a bus accident. She was in dire need of help.Then Rimas came, giving her hope and love. She knew he was married but she clung to him, believing he would marry her too. They hid their rela

Sovhona began her peaceful life in the farmhouse. She enrolled her daughters to a public school, a walking distance from the farm. The farm's location was convenient for her since it was near a public market and the river, a good source of water for washing and some other needs. The arrangement between her and Ninu was of great benefits for her. As not to disrupt their peaceful life, she set aside the plan of telling Arup about Rimas.

"Really? If I'll tell you that the man who hired me is capable of paying me ten times what you offered and can provide protection for my family, what are you going to do?""That's news to me. But who knows, you might find yourself in hell someday, leaving your two wives and sons to poverty. Don't worry I'll take care of them and have your sons carry my name."