A few days later......
Advika's pov
The beautician kept working like nothing was wrong, like I wasn’t sitting there with my heart pounding and my thoughts screaming.
“I said no,” I told her again, my voice shaking. “I don’t want to get ready.” She finally looked at me, fear flashing in her eyes.
“Ma’am… this is sir’s order. If you don’t listen, he’ll do something worse.”Worse.
My breath caught.
That single word dragged me back to things I didn’t want to remember cold, dark memories that made my stomach twist. I knew then that refusing wasn’t an option.
So I stopped arguing.I sat there quietly, numb, letting her move me, dress me, paint over the fear on my face. I didn’t fight anymore. Fighting only made things harder.
She made me wear a light pink maxi gown . beautiful, delicate,
