Nishaan -

Arjun walked back to his mother. She saw his face—not the face of a ghost, but of a man who had put down a heavy stone.

Arjun felt his pulse become the drumbeat. He did not confront Sukha. He did not draw his chakram . Instead, he waited. nishaan

The next morning, before the sun bled over the fields, Arjun went to the ber tree. He took out a small, folded piece of paper. On it, he had sketched the boot print—the half-moon crack. Then, with a steady hand, he drew a line connecting it to a name he had finally uncovered by bribing an old servant: Ratan Singh , Sukha’s elder brother, who had died in a cart accident three years ago. Ratan had the limp. Ratan had the boot. And Ratan was dead, killed by his own guilt-ridden horse falling into a ravine. Arjun walked back to his mother

He did not throw it at the tree.