Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to do nothing.
-David Tepper
The hardest thing for Meenakshi to do then was to enter back into that alluring imprisonment of a chamber and wait on the same bed where she had spent some of the worst days of her life.
'No!' Not worst. Considering that she had been married for six long months, it was definitely not the worst night of her life.
If she indeed someday compares, nothing can surpass the pain inflicted on her on the wedding night. The abuse and molestation was on the body but it had somehow tore away a part of her soul too.
The first morning after she woke up from a black out comatose she refused to think what happened last night, trying to keep whatever sanity and modesty she was left with. Though nothing of the latter was literally left
