Heer was sitting quietly on the bed, nervous and still hidden behind her veil. I sat down slowly beside her. Many thoughts and emotions were swirling within me, but I did not want to frighten her further. She already seemed deeply anxious. The tight fist with which she held her dupatta was proof enough of that. Gently, I lifted her veil. For a moment my breath stopped. Heer looked breathtaking. So beautiful that I could not even find words for it. The glow on her face outshone the jewelry she wore. Shyness and nervousness were clearly visible on her face, yet she shone brighter than any ornament. I wanted to drown in those same eyes that had captivated me that night and then in the library. But her lowered lashes left that wish unfulfilled. Softly I lifted her chin with my fingers so she would look at me. But Heer shut her eyes even tighter. With a faint smile I asked, “Will you not even look at me now?” But the tears that slipped from her eyes and the words that followed pierced straight through my heart. “Why? Will you give me another punishment now? I have already suffered the punishment for speaking against you in the form of this marriage. What punishment will I receive now for not looking at you?” 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?