Camera shutters. Phone flashes. Whispers. Random voices.
That is what fills my surroundings the moment I was accused of someone I am not even close to being such a kind of person. As I stood there with eyes wide, trying to process the words that are used to accuse me, everyone’s gazes remained on me like I am such a kind of attraction in the middle of the city. In their eyes right now, I am nothing but the enemy in the room… even though I am not.
Standing in front of these people who don't have any idea at all of what is actually going on, I feel so weak and helpless. I have been accused of bullying a fellow model and have been framed for breaching a contract. However, for the very first time in my life, I am being accused of something much bigger and heavier than the previous issues I h
