I woke up with the sound of plate smashing on the floor. Is he hungry? I needed to wake up. But the pain in my fingers made me remember everything. I couldn't cook. He would be angry. I tried to stand up. But the door opened revealing him in plain T shirt and trousers with a bowl and spoon. My body shook from fear when he entered the room.

'I love you ' Damn! I said that to him. But I had no other option. He calmed down after hearing the confession. And that was what my survival instinct asked me to do.

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