Well, Heaven forgives him and forgives us all.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Some run from breaks of ice, and answer none,

And some are condemned for one fault alone.

-William Shakespeare

Diya strolled with her elder brother peacefully in their beautifully manicured gardens, as the chilly wind of Mumbai's cold morning caressed their faces. It was barely six a.m. and most of the house was enshrouded in complete silence, Diya and Ansh bhaiya being early birds, had decided to take a walk together to spend some uninterrupted sibling bonding time. Her brother had always suffered from insomnia, and now Diya wondered if perhaps that was the backlash of all the blood and violence he had to face daily.