Meera~

I paced back and forth in the room as anxiety clawed its way inside me. I was supposed to feel good, happy, but I felt as if something inside me was breaking.

I felt so guilty for liking my own husband's touch, for liking his gentleness towards me.

I clutched my hair tightly as silent tears streamed down my face.

"No, Meera, you can't do this. You have to control," I said to myself and started to take deep breaths.

But as if all my self-talk vanished into thin air.

I strode towards the bathroom and plunged three fingers deep down my throat. I vomited all the contents out...