She wasn't frenzied when he grabbed and took her to his place..Akhtar was no prince of Afghan as we all aniticipated. He was the sixth son of a deluded muslim father, who had managed escape from the realities of Afghan and earned his scholarship and degree from Yale..which made him more charishmatic than others...He was a rebel like her in his own rights...had not married any muslim women for he never wanted anyone to be tortured in his familial envrionment...but being the youngest of the brothers, he was mad spoiled into gambling, game and women.. He took Akansha into his arms again but then fatly told her he couldn't afford to give her and the child any better life than her hubby in Nepal would..No matter how free and educated you are, you can never be free of the socio cultural ties withyour family ...past has nothing to do with future and then the conversations mellowed.. Akansha was angry ..mad as hell. She was ready to sacrifice everything for this goon and this goon says he's not good enough for her....He babysat the child,,for three days and dropped her at Shashank's camp afterwards..She was dazed as hell..all her effort, her dreams to live with her king had gone down the drain..She was confused ashtray and suicidal....and then Shashank, her anti colleuge at work stood by her.. He fell n love with Akansha..and he knew Afghan was a terrible mistake for her and the baby and him..the one in love with her... As zombie as the mummy from Egypt, Akansha worked hard for several more months in afghan..Just like her inner peace..Afghan can never get out of the chaos..it a war against everything..a failure for the pro Americans..she's gotto leave.. Shashank....finished off the work there in Afghan and transfered himself and Akansha, li'l Buddha and himself to United Kingdom...Back home in Nepal..Shaziv was getting paranoid missing her and the baby which he never planted..oUt there in the dessert, the traditional muslim Akhtar wished he could change his religion dissolve himself in the whisky eyes of Akansha..and with alll the love bussing about, Akansha felt like the most deserted person in the Universe... As she landed in the London airport, Mr. karki, Akansha's dad called her, " Honey, sweetheart, wherever you are you are better off than here in nepal" The words stang like hell...where's her home? Sweet hearth and home??? Akansha poured buckets of tears...and so did Shashank standing behind her, Shaziv in Nepal and Akthar in middle east heat......................................................