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Preface

Rain it had always bewitched her in a way she couldn't explain. The soft pelting drops of the water against the glass of the window, the murmur of the winds gushing outside, the sway of the trees, the lovely scent of the after rain being the most beautiful, she had always found rain liberating.

Rain, it washed away her grief, not letting the world see the tears that mingled with the rain and drops to the ground to never be seen again.

Rain, it always liberated her soul. Her bruised damaged soul, untrapping it from the confines of the black marred walls of the house she lived in and make her fly with the gushing winds, Only to be pulled down in the most brutal way back.

" Wasting your time again with that useless mind of yours.! " The menacing voice of the man coming from the threshold of her room and she shivered with the unknown fear of the wrath he wouldn't bring upon her again.

" Was closing the window. It's raining! " She said, voice low and hoarse, awaiting for him to unleash the next penalty upon her. She was used to it by now. Nothing much bothered her anymore. Her body had been beating the pain all these years. It was ok now somehow.

She doesn't have a soul to feel the retribution anymore!.

" Then come here and start to please me. You  know I do not like to waste my precious time behind a good for nothing woman like you! " The damnation came, as expected. She sighed, letting the few strands of grief that still lingered around her hollow heart and walked towards her husband. Her hands, shivering as she pulls her dupatta off her shoulders and let it fall on the ground, pooling beside her feet, the kameez and salwar joining it, as she walked to the devil who sprawled himself on her bed, that ominous smile eyes sinister and she heaved, letting her soul be stabbed once again.

That's her destiny and she had accepted it a long long ago. There is simply no way out of it. She was married. To the devil himself.

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He he he. Kya karu. Apan ka dimaag udta rehta hai, udhta Punjab ki tarha..

Gussa nakko, Lanes likh rahi hu, kisiko dukhi nahi karungi. Bas mann mei aya toh daal diya. As you all know me... Ha ha ha..

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