Divya Pov
Pain, that is what I am feeling now.
I saw the droplets of blood on my dress, and instantly I freeze and stared at it with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.
I tightened my lips, took a deep breath. ‘Everything is fine, everything is fine’ I chanted.
I throw water on my face a dozen times. My eyes found a very pitiful sight. I looked at the girl in the mirror. Her eyes were puffed out, red and swollen. Tears were forming, but she is trying her best to hold; her best to not to cry.
But alas, she could not stop it.
I am being faked. An inner soul in me shouted, ‘Are not you happy? Now you are free. Free to go anywhere. Free to enjoy. Free of the man’.
But it shocked me that I have expected it to be negative. I wanted his...
Stop. No. Do not think like that.
He is such an assho
