Chapter 189. Traumatizing Dreams

Days passed.

Things were normal for them but not for her. She couldn't seem to get out of her thoughts. Out of her fear and paranoia. That always occupied her mind. She was scared. Trapped. Caged. But nobody could see her shackles. Yet she could feel all the binds that had caged her.

She carried on with her routine of eating the sleeping pills and sleeping before he came home or going to his father's room so he wouldn't so easily get her.

It was dinner time, and the maid had asked Sheharzaad to come to the dining room. She didn't feel like going.

She felt aloof.

She liked to be reserved and alone.

Depressed.

This was what she had just been feeling for the past few days.

She felt she had developed a hate for herself.

Whenever she would look at herself in the mirror, she wouldn't like what she would see. And that would make her cry.

Her hopelessness in herself and in life had been increasing. She couldn't identify the reason,