Priya Drabble: Different

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Priya Drabble: Different

Not all men are the same, she had heard it, but she never believed it. She watched him dance with his friend, and flashes of her father holding another woman's hand came to her. She wanted to scoff at the person who had said that all men are different.

But she knew that both the situations were different. Her father cheated on her mother because he never cared for her; he was beyond caring for any of them. But Mr. Kapoor did care for Priya, and in these few months of their marriage, he had made that clear. 

But the pain she felt was the same. That stab she felt, right at her heart, was the same. The broken pieces of trust were the same. The pain was blinding, and she wanted to scream and cry, but she hadn't cried then, and she wouldn't cry now. Her strength had been the same, even if the men who hurt her were different.