II
She sat in the Café Coffee House, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood-stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. Her lawyer was sitting across her table. She had called up Ravi and asked him to meet her at the café along with some press representatives. She had also called the police and was waiting for them to arrive. She intended to turn herself over to the law, but not before letting the world know about the matter. She had no reason to live, but she couldn’t die in peace knowing that many more Mandiras were waiting to happen. The perpetrators of child-porn had to be brought to justice.