Ridhima sat on the bed, held her face with her hands, and started sobbing. Her mouth was dry because she had narrated her long story and kept crying while doing so.

Naveen, too, was sitting on the couch, listening carefully to Ridhima. An hour ago, he was shivering with anger and grief after he discovered his wife’s scars. But now he seemed calm and composed. He decided she would experience romantic love making with him.He got up, walked towards Ridhima, and gave her a glass of water.