29 (i) Infatuated

With her face hidden in her knees and hands wrapped around her legs, she sat on the floor helplessly as tears made their way out of her eyes. She has been sitting on the floor and crying for almost an hour or more now. Her hair sprawled around her body acting as a curtain.

The broken trust in Moosa's eyes was eating her up, fueling her guilt. The terror of his words was setting its foot in her heart.

Not even a shadow of a man?

Little did he know, the past life of her wife has been nothing but exposed to them. Her heart was breaking at this fault in her. Moosa was enraged just by knowing that a man touched her even when she was not at fault but what will happen when he would actually come to know about how and in what state did those men see her?

She should be sad? Or scared?

A mix of both these potent emotions was swirling up within her.

She has begun to loathe herself now.

Ideas as severe as suicide or eloping were brewing up in her mind but she knew all of this was not possible.