Aneela
The mechanism of the lock clicked again over her neck but Aneela’s mind couldn’t register it this time. That chain had lost all its importance, just as the hatred and all the reasons why she wanted the man next to her ruined, had suddenly quieted down.
The woman painted on the old portrait stared at her with a deep piercing gaze, and it felt almost as if she was talking to Aneela. Aneela shouldn’t know that person. She was positive she’d never seen her in her life. Definitely, she’d remember someone as beautiful as that stranger. Plus, she looked different than anyone Aneela had seen in her life - neither in freedom nor in captivity. There was an aura of freedom about the woman, defiance was written all over her face, restlessness. She seemed like someone who knew their place in t
