The roof of the palace was at such a height that it was surrounded by clouds. The moon, the sun, the sky, the stars, all could see the roof up close. When Jane Dover jumped from there, everyone's breath stopped. They were scared. Was that tragic historical event going to be repeated?
A white cloud ran over the roof and a startling sight was seen. Jane Dover was hanging from that roof. She was swinging in the cold air. Since when her silk shoes had fallen from her feet but she did not fall. Because Vrinda Simard held her palm tighter. He was lying on the ground holding her palms will all his strength and she was resisting.
"Jane... Give me your hand." He stretched his other palm.
"Leave me. Let me go." She tried to release her gripped palm.
"Don't be stupid."
"Let me die. I don't want to live."
"I said shut your mouth."