Sidhanth had been wandering around the city like a lost soul trying to kind of it somewhere in this city. Kolkata has always been a part of his life. Watching the ups and downs of his life, like the river Ganga, kept on moving forward. Sidhanth stopped his car with a screech and kept his head on the steering trying to wash away the face of Sitara from his mind.
He shouldn't be feeling like this.
She was his pawn.
Just a pawn.
Nothing else.
This was the mantra he kept on repeating but his, this stupid heart and mind are not ready to accept it. He rubbed his chest vehemently as if he is trying to erase her memories away from his heart. Sidhanth looked around saw himself parked in front of St. Xavier Church. In his mission of finding his peace, he came to the start of this very story. This is where he saw Sitara for the first time. This is Church has an Orphanage building under its wings and the memories are still vivid in his mind and heart.
