The remorse started developing within my heart. I saw his sleeping as usual as if there was no any kind of tension in his heart but my head was paining due to extreme stress. How would I see myself in the mirror after this? How did such lust grown up in my mind? He did it forcefully before it was his sin but I did it willingly, it became mine. s*x without love is completely lust. I hate him and he hates me too. I would never even let him touch me but I insisted him for the s*x. Why? How just a single medicine influenced me this way that I have almost forgotten my ethics? Or I was like this as he said before.
My heart kept denying that I am not such kind of woman. Christian calls me w***e; those people in the restaurant called me slut. But I didn’t agree on it. I was
