“I know,” Bhumika had replied, trying not to sound too proud. Bhumika had never thought she’d be the kind of woman who would play with a child like this. As the wife of the governor of Ahiranya, she had known she would be required to uphold a certain image. Holding children was all well and good, but running with them, chasing them like a maidservant? That would have been unacceptable for a woman of her status. But she was not the governor’s wife any longer. She was free.
