Twenty four hours until his marriage, and one sleepless soul sat near the window with her hands resting in a praying position. Tears were falling down her cheeks and her lips whispering some anonymous prayers. The moonlight spread inside the room, bathing her in the divine light of the deity to whom she prayed.
A pitiful scene, the woman's hands trembled, her waist ached, but that didn't stop her from investing her sincerity. Her handmaiden Gretchen visited her at times to ask her to stop. She hadn't gone back home as she was worried for Venus. The woman, however, didn't respond and kept up praying.
The faith that she had held for years broke. Though undermined, a broken set of belief hurts a million times more than anything. Hers was no different. Till now, she had been collecting the
