Brijesh is a decorated police officer; an expert in tracking mobile calls and electronic surveillance. On his inputs, paramilitary forces and police become successful in eliminating a group of dreaded terrorists in J&K. Soon he gets out of turn promotion to the post of Inspector. He’s assigned another case to crack the nexus of cricket betting. Encouraged by his promotion, he dedicates himself to this case – almost forgetting his own family. And this proves counterproductive to him. One day when he reaches his home, the excerpt below speaks volumes of the state of affairs between him and his wife Anu. But she didn’t care and started her outburst, “I’ve suffered a lot during these years,” and stared at him, “Why have you come now and how can I trust you?” skeptical, she asked again giving him her hateful look. He continued to stare at the floor and she at his face. Soon, a drop of pain emerged at the brims of his eyes and the tears on either of his cheeks traversed like a channel of a seasonal rivulet and fell on the ground. Perhaps the stony floor also cried out of pain and heat—heat of atonement, disgust, self-reproach, insult, feeling of used and misused, deceit, losing his wife and kids—all contained into his tears. But Anu didn’t listen that cry, her heart didn’t melt, and she slammed the door right at his face. Why did it happen? – Read the novel.