(Arata)
The numbness wove its way into my soul. Not only mentally, but physically and emotionally too.
My hair—he destroyed my hair for some revenge plan he had against my family.
From how long the strands were and the feeling of scissors, I knew he had cut them really short, like cropped them.
Years, I had spent years growing them.
But what bothered me most was, Baba seeing those hair.
It would break him….
I wanted to cry, but I couldn't; I stored away all my emotions for now.
My stomach had twisted into knots—and all I cared about was that newly forming life in my belly.
'Please! Be safe,' I kept mumbling to myself.
Ranold hadn't mentioned anything related to my pregnancy, and I was hoping that at least he wasn't aware of it.
The concept of time was lost on me, as there was no window in the room.
Even sleep had evaded me. The thought of them doing something more heinous wouldn't even let me doze.
