Mrs Rathod was in awe of Bibi Amrit Kaur. Besides her breathtaking beauty, Bibi’s tales of bravery had been discussed at length amongst the army wives. She was admired and respected for the courage and determination with which she had punished her attackers. ‘I feel so happy and privileged to be with you, dear Amrit,’ Mrs Rathod said. ‘Honestly, I am proud of Virk for proposing to you and feel happy that you are part of our big army family. Please do not hesitate to call me when Virk is travelling.’ Bibi mulled over the words and their deeper meaning spoken so casually by the first lady.

She smiled back and said, ‘My husband is second only to God for me. To see him around gives me a feeling of fulfilment and safety. It makes me feel complete and secure. I am not sure if it was a reward from the angels for the terrible losses I suffered in my life. But my faith in the Almighty makes me firmly believe that Virk shall emerge triumphant from whatever situation he is put in.’ Even though Bibi was careful to respond in a soft tone, her words weren’t missed by General Rathod. Breaking the protocol, he pushed his chair back, stood up and held his glass in a toast. His sudden movement took the entire gathering by complete surprise. They all followed suit and held their glasses in the same manner. In the chaos, the stewards realized that many of the glasses their officers were raising were actually empty. They rushed to replenish them and, in the process, spilled a few drops on the table. The army commander overlooked the commotion as if he had anticipated it. After a brief pause that allowed everybody to settle down and pay attention, he began. ‘It is a proud moment for me to share with you what I just overheard Mrs Virk tell my better half. It touches the core of my heart and makes me feel proud, honoured and privileged that we are bestowed with the honour of sitting next to such a refined soul. I would therefore like to raise a special toast in her honour.’

Mrs Rathod raised her glass and looked at Bibi. ‘It’s plain water, not champagne. You can safely drink to your happiness.’

Bibi smiled and bowed her head realizing that despite all her smart manoeuvres, she had failed to keep her little act a secret. ‘Yes, Ma’am,’ she said and picked up the crystal glass.

‘To you and to your great health and success, Ma’am and Major General Virk!’ he concluded as he took the first sip.