NAAYA’S POV:
I tossed the tray on the floor and then broke everything I got my hand on. First I threw the tiffany lamp residing on the side table accompanied with all the stuff on the dressing table and after that I lost the count of things I smashed and thrashed.
After releasing my frustration on each and everything in the room I sat on the floor hiding my face in my lap. I cried and cried releasing the agony caged in my body. My feet were injured by the glass pieces on the ground, my hair were a mess and my eyes were swallow and red. But who cares, this broken and shattered Naaya was the one who I really was.
My worst nightmare come true. The most daunting thing was, the one who brought that nightmare was the one I trusted. Who I thought would be different. But this had been the rule
