Brinda's P.O.V
“I can't believe that I've been living with a monster,” while my teeth are gritting together.
Thoughts collided in my head like crashing waves, each one louder than the last while I paced the room desperate for answers.
The room smelled of expensive whiskey and danger. Everything was polished, perfect, sterile — like him. “Brinda, Brinda How did you end up in this situation which only gets worse— Urghhh.”
I kept staring at my restless figure reflecting on the golden framed mirror while the rain kept tapping at the window pane which only kept me feeling unsettled.
“I have to confront him whether he likes it or not because he would not put the life of me and my baby in any danger,” I kept resounding while heading to his room.
My heartbeat stuttered. Every step towar
