GRACE
I woke in a hospital room with a syringe attached to the dorsum of my hand. I blinked my eyes open and then blinked a few more times as I could not see properly.
Fuck! What was wrong with me? I was a crying mess. I just wanted to feel nothing. I was tired of crying. It was too damn much. The hurt was not bearable to me now. I could not stop the churning in my stomach. I was still feeling nauseous and breathless. I could not understand what I had become. Grace Watson, the intellect's special undercover agent, was now a crying mess for the infamous Indian don.
No one would believe the fact that I was the same woman who had solved numerous risky cases all alone. And I was here, losing after a man. I was not this person. And, I won't be such a person. I could not even imagine how I
