Days passed.
Things were normal for them but not for her.
She carried on with her routine of eating the sleeping pills and sleep before he come home or to be at his father's room so he wouldn't so easily get her.
It was dinner time, and the maid had asked Sheherzaad to come to the dining room. She didn't feel like going.
She felt aloof.
She liked to be reserved and alone.
Depressed.
This was what she just had been failing since past few days.
She felt she had developed a hate with her ownself.
Whenever she would look herself in the mirror, she won't like what she would see. And that would make her cry.
Her hopelessness in herself and in life has been increasing. She couldn't identify the reason but when she looked in the mirror, she didn't like what she see as she used to bef
