In that vast courtyard of the mansion, a strong gust of wind was blowing Gulal’s heavy red bridal attire. But for Gulal, it was as if the entire world had come to a standstill. The roar of the chopper, the noise of the wind, everything had faded into nothingness. In her ears, only Sarvagya’s tired, heavy, and completely stranger-like voice kept echoing— "Dadi Sa... who is she?"

'Who is she!' This wasn't just a question; it was a devastating blow to Gulal’s soul that tore her apart from the inside. The man for whom she had toiled day and night, lighting lamps in front of Kanha Ji, for whom she had observed the strict, waterless fast of Gangaur—today, that very 'Gandak' (Dog) was looking straight into her eyes and refusing to recognize her. Gulal’s bright red attire, the dark henna on her hands, the vermilion in her hair parting... everything felt like a cruel joke in a matter of seconds.