I was surprised, shocked, flabbergasted, and I don’t know what term to use to describe what exactly I was feeling. The last I got the news about Shubham was that he was in jail and will be in jail for his crime of domestic abuse and violence against women. I thought that he is a chapter that I do not want to wish to open once again in my life. There I was, all dressed to meet Dhruv and there stood Shubham in a faded jeans and worn out t-shirt with messy hair and physique reduced to half of what it used to be. I didn’t feel any sad feeling or remorse seeing him, but felt disgusted and angry and feeling like punching his face at that very moment.
“Hi Aanya. How are you doing? Still whoring yourself out I see” he said by entering my apartment without my permission.
I didn’t respond and wa
