She opened the library book and found a photo in it. She felt dizzy seeing a photograph of her, smooching her boyfriend while they’re in the library, last Saturday.
“MY DAUGHTER, IF I COULD CAPTURE THIS, THEN ANYONE ELSE COULD’VE DONE IT TO BLACKMAIL AND HARASS YOU. DO EVERYTHING WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF YOUR FAMILY MEMBERS AND WITHIN THE SAFE ZONE OF LIFE. I’VE ADDRESSED YOU AS MY DAUGHTER, SO DON’T PANIC, TRUST ME… YOU ARE SAFE!“
It wasn’t difficult for Anjali to understand that he’s the old smiling uncle, the manager of the library who always tells her lovingly, “you’re like my daughter“. Her heart filled with gratitude and respect for him, who protected her even when he’s just a stranger.