Niti tried to sleep through the night but was unsuccessful. The voice of her conscience kept her awake. She wanted to all of this to just go away, the hurt and humiliation. She was torn apart between the teachings she had always received as a child and the ones that life gave her.
She gaped at the sleeping face of Xander and claimed, “He loves me, right? That’s why we did all that. Why would he touch me if he won’t love me? But it was him only who slapped me the other day. If I am dear to him, why isn’t he afraid to lose me?”
This particular questions kept swirling and tumbling at the end of her every thought. She herself wasn’t quite sure if there will be a bright tomorrow where she’d be treated with love and care.
She gazed out of the window while tumbling and stirring all through t
