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Prologue
Ding-dong. The young woman got up from her comfortable position on the couch, where she was curled up with a plate of hot, sticky, jalebis. Quickly cramming the rest of the piece in her mouth, she rushed to open the door.
"Courier for you, Bhabi. I mean Ma'am."
The young woman stilled, her thoughts instantly going back to another time, another life. He had been so angry with her that day, when she had gone to his office with food for his employees. His anger hadn't been new. In fact, she had been striving to bring it out. She had gone out of her way to irritate him. She smiled, remembering how she had kept a diary. 100 Ways to Annoy Laad Governor.
His anger hadn't shocked her that day. The fact that she had not been the target, for once, was what had surprised her. He had assumed she'd left; otherwise he would never have spoken out. But she had seen. She had heard. When one of his employees had called her Bhabi, he had snapped. "It's Ma'am to you." He had cared then.
"Ma'am? Your courier."
Her eyes focused back onto the mailman standing in front of her and she smiled at him, taking the courier from his hands. After signing his paper and bidding him goodbye, she focused on the package in her hands. The return address left her reeling. It was from him. It had been six months and during these six months, she had managed to recover. To learn to live without him. Or so she thought. Now, she realized she had never successfully stopped loving him. A tiny ray of hope bloomed in her bruised and battered heart, as she carefully opened the package.
When would he stop breaking her? She had thought he'd destroyed her spirit, her soul, but she was wrong. He still had the power to hurt her and he always would. She wouldn't give him the chance to do it again. She knew he would eventually kill her and it was better to just die now, in her own right, than suffer through more of that excruciating agony that only he could inflict.
Her mind made up, Khushi Kumari Gupta calmly walked out the door.
*THIS IS ENTIRELY OF MY OWN CREATION. PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPRODUCE.*
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