He stood pressed behind the curtain, waiting for her to come out, because he had already realized what was happening.
As for Sehrish, she felt as if her soul would leave her body—terrified by the blood she had seen, and disgusted on top of it.
She pulled off her trousers, then removed her top. She grabbed the cloth she had used to bind her chest and tore it off, throwing it aside.
She froze when she saw how the blood was rushing down between her thighs like someone had opened a tap.
Panicking, she rushed to the faucet and began fighting the blood—as if she could force it to stop coming out.
Each time she washed it away, more blood flowed again, as though being pushed from inside.
When she saw it wouldn’t stop no matter what she did, she paused, sank to the floor, and cried her heart
