THIRD PERSON'S POV
Her tears were not stopping no matter how hard she was trying to control them. Her dad was lying unconscious on the hospital bed with a pale face. Her eyes couldn't leave the sight of his face even though her mind wanted to.
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"I won't let anyone harm you..ever again." He promised, eyes filled with determination and possessiveness. Afterall, she is his...only his. "I know." She smiled kissing his cheek, her eyes filled with hope and happiness. ~~~ "I...I wi-ill protect you.." He pleaded, his voice cracking. He took a tentative step forward, but she recoiled, her body trembling with the weight of past pain. She looked at him, her eyes hollow, a tear tracing the line of her cheek as she let out a bitter laugh. "Zakham Dene vale marham lagane ki baat nahi karte..." A tale of love, regret and redemption... ~~~~~~~
Is it easy to break a person? That too beyond repair? How can someone be this much cruel to inflict pain on others? Her bruises constantly remind her of the pain she has endured. The pain which broke her completely and made a permanent place of fear in heart, body and soul. She is a victim and this is her story.
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