Not returning or coming to see my face again nor did I dare to come out and witness everyone’s face. I bet they must be resenting me, they would be hating me.

But, I couldn’t continue this bond. I knew my decision was harsh but it had to be done.

After the funeral, Papa came to see me. The disappointment on his face was immense. Obviously he believed the fake story and to think-

I was going to leave the man for whom Asim killed himself.

“Is it because of the miscarriage?” He frowned with an indirect glare on me as I was looking down in dejection.

“No.” I shook...