Mahi's pov
Today is our Astamangala. 7 days passed away from my so-called marriage. In this past 7 days, we haven't interact much. Whenever we did he will complain about my work or taunt me. Every night there will be a new girl. Retina hasn't come back yet. Every day I saw a new side of his. Luckily he hasn't locked me in a room or slapped me again. Only verbal abuse. Every time I think that what can hurt more than this but every time it hurt more than earlier.
Again I'm sitting with my dairy the one who knows my all misery.
Silent tears in hurtful eyes
Muffled sobs in intolerant lies
That's what I felt for being my type
That's the only thing I got in me
I was always broken and you took the chance
You hated me and never bothered for romance
Why can't you love me once? Why?
Will y
