~ Rhea’s POV ~
I can’t believe that I punched someone today. No, not only punched, but I also slapped that arrogant man.
Is God trying to test my patience level by making my path cross again and again with that man?
I mean, what’s with this bad luck?
Whenever I see his annoyingly handsome face my whole mood just gets ruined and nothing else.
What do I need to do something that I won’t see his face again?
It’s a good thing that I found my mother otherwise, she would have surely slept on the streets.
I know that she is not aware of what she is saying to me and her harsh words are just a façade to hide her inner pain.
Her words hurt me sometimes, but at least she still considers me her daughter. This mere thing is enough to bring a smile to my face.
Pathetic it may seem, but in the
