SAAFIA’S POV:-
Shit. s**t. s**t.
I could feel all the progress we made was fading, it was eradicating all because I spoke some words in a spur of anger back then.
Because of my few mindless words I never thought I would lose everything. She didn’t think twice before telling everyone.
She didn’t think about her brother’s image either.
“Dammit. What should I do?” I muttered, pacing around the room after changing my clothes.
Dariel worked hard to clear up his name and she smeared it. And the thought of what he would do to me was frightening me.
‘Is he going to hurt me physically?’ I thought worriedly, chugging some water to calm myself. Pushing my hair behind from distress.
Some time passed and my fear was increasing. Sitting on the bed, I was clutching the sheets, before I knew it,
