CULTURE
I felt dirtied. The pure intentions that I had earlier, to get back my brother, suddenly started mocking at me.
I could still feel his hands caressing my breasts. That tingling feeling still persisted wherever his hands had touched me.
Looking at myself in the mirror with ruffled hair and reddened eyes, I cried my heart out. I had cried all through our journey back home. The night went by in the same way.
Remembering how calm and composed he looked further tore me apart. Was he even real? How could he force himself on me like that? I was his sister and yet he had touched me inappropriately. What kind of a monster would do that? Certainly he was an evil person. He wasn't my brother but a devil in his disguise.
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I wanted was to flush away everything that I had endured - t
