Two years ago at the airport, pushing a twenty two year old boy forward, Shouryansh said in a cold voice, “Here is your luggage, passport, and ticket. I have made the necessary arrangements, so you won't face any trouble ahead.”

The boy’s face was completely expressionless. Standing like a stubborn stone in the path, he was stopping himself from moving forward. When Shouryansh looked at him in frustration, he spoke, “my home is breaking, and you want to send me far away from here? We received that house from Hukumsā. the Thakur family has no right over it.”