Anchal’s POV
I was standing by the window looking down at the wet ground from this tall building that I was caged in for a week now. Has it been a week already? Has it been this long since I have been caged here?
My thoughts were drowning me in an ocean of sadness and there was nobody to pull me out of it. The day he captured me was the day a part of me died. The day he violated me was the day I had lost every purpose to live. Why is it that he gets to do this to me? And I am left like a scapegoat?
As an orphan there was nothing that I expected from the people around me for, these 18 years of my life made me who I am. How could some stranger walk in and shredder it part by part?
I never realised that I was crying until I saw a tear drop falling on the windowsill. I heard the sound of d
