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.

She looked at his empty hands. “What is your mark now, my son?” nishaan

“The steel remembers what the heart cannot forget,” he would whisper. Arjun walked back to his mother

There was no one left to kill.

In the dusty, saffron-hued village of Kheri, where the Yamuna river bent like an old woman’s back, the word nishaan meant everything. It meant a mark, a sign, a target. But for the men of the Rathore family, it meant one thing: revenge. saffron-hued village of Kheri

He did not throw it at the tree.