𝟏𝟗. 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞.

My eyes fell on Aarini, who was huddled in the corner of the room, her hands clamped over her ears, screaming. She looked utterly disheveled-her hair was a tangled mess, the kohl around her eyes smeared, her suit was wrinkled, and her dupatta lay discarded on the bed. Blood streaked her cheeks, likely from her wounded palms, which might have been cut by the shattered glass. As she tried to block out the noise with her hands, the blood had smeared across her pale cheeks. The sight of her in such a state was heart-wrenching, and my heart ached for her.