Shayra's P. O. V.
I do not think hate is the word that can justify what I am feeling right now for myself, it f*****g hurts to him in pain and what hurts more is that I am the reason for his pain.
he tried to say bitter words but I noticed how his eyes were trying to question me why I did not trust him, if he had not needed me I would have given myself pain but I need to be there for him. he is in much more valuable state than I was.
I walked inside the washroom only to see him taking a shower. there are a few bruises on his body but nothing major, I stripped out of the dress I was wearing and saw him looking at my body.
he stilled as I stood behind him, I took the loofa from her hands and moved in front of him. " Get out Shayra, " he said as he closed his eyes.
I started to rub
