Nandini

pacing restlessly, sari clutched tight in my fists, I glare at the empty living room Another night, another headache. My lips curl with contempt, but underneath, a flicker of fear prickles across my skin. I smooth my hair, eyes hard and unyielding I wish I could just scream, or vanish. But instead, I draw a sly smile, preparing my sharpest words—and sharper moves—as my only shield tonight. my heart pounds, but I refuse to let my voice tremble He’ll see who’s really in control. Even if it kills me.