Geeta had assumed that each time Phoolan embarked on a new relationship, it was a purely strategic move, seeking protection rather than love. Each new man shielded her from the past’s consequences. Such circumstances could hardly spell choice. In a world where her vagina was a liability, was there even room for petty things like love? But maybe Phoolan had managed to separate Vikram from those before him, and exercise trust. Perhaps it wasn’t about power after all, but companionship.
