“Mom” Sreesha heard her son screaming his lungs out from the bottom of the stairs. Sreesha rushed over to him noticing a few bruises on his face and scratches on his hands.

“Oh god! Ahar” Sreesha reached over him worried about her baby boy, searching for any hidden bruises.

“Mom, can you talk to dad and send me to another school?” Ahar sniffed, hugging Sreesha tightly.

“Why baby? Tell me what happened” Sreesha cooed him, rubbing his back.

“Who did this to you?” Sreesha asked him when his sobs subdued.

“Mom, I don’t want to study in that school. I want to change school. Talk to dad” Ahar demanded Sreesha....