“Just tell me that it was all a misunderstanding!” he asked in a pain-filled voice, and the helplessness in his tone was so clear that it crushed my heart. “Please, I am begging you.” Those words pierced straight through my heart like arrows. The trembling pain in his voice, the moisture in his eyes, and the helplessness that deepened with every word he spoke were breaking me apart. My breathing grew rapid. I closed my eyes, as if looking at him would make me lose control over my emotions. But my silence, my quietness, had already answered his questions. And perhaps that answer hurt his heart the most. A long silence followed. I could only hear his breathing, fast, restless, and heavy with sorrow. “Was that all a lie?” His voice now sounded like a trembling accusation. “Did you never love me? Not even for a moment?” My fingers clenched my dupatta nervously. I could not meet his eyes. Then he spoke the words that made me fall in my own eyes. “Was this marriage also a part of your plan?" This time, there was not just pain in his voice, but the echo of a shattered soul. As if every hope, every belief, every love had fallen apart in a single moment. This is a story from the time when India was enslaved under British rule, when battles for freedom were being fought every day. In the midst of that struggle, a British officer not only fell in love with a Punjabi girl named Heer, but married her as well. But what will happen when he discovers that the revolutionaries he fights day and night include his own wife, who is secretly fighting for India’s freedom?