
Pupil Gayatri's eyes widened to hear the news that was whispered Rupika. He squeezed the thread he was wearing to knit. His brain was filled with bad thoughts about the two people.
"Rupika, tell me what provisions apply next" Gayatri asked.
His eyes stared straight ahead, his jaws clashing, his neck veins thickened.
"Then what about me?"
"If you do not have a male successor then your position will be shifted. You will be a cell...