Gauhar's POV
The cold metal of the pair of scissors sitting in front of me on the table decked with the entirety of my vanity bag felt strangely soothing against my skin as I ran my fingers across it. It wasn't often that I put on makeup, not that I didn't enjoy dolling up and looking pretty. But I never really found a reason to look pretty once I'd settled into my daily schedule of trying to get as close as I possibly could towards achieving my goal of becoming one of the UK's best lawyers.
I knew that right now I looked the prettiest that I'd ever looked in my entire life, and deep down in my heart I wanted to enjoy it. But as I looked at myself in the mirror, all I could see were a pair of lifeless eyes staring back at me.
