Seeing her tired reflection in the dressing table mirror, wearing her favourite red colour full-sleeved shirt with sleeves not folded up which was not her style, and brown cargo, hair tied up in her usual bun, Shanaya leaned toward it, keeping her hands on the dressing table. She traced her neck with the help of her left hand and noticed the bruises fading.
Feeling relieved, she stood back and folding her left sleeves three times she observes the bruises fading there too. It had been four days since the incident and, she had acted pretty bad.
But, she was glad two-three days more and, she would not have to hide her skin anymore. Just the thought of hiding her skin due to someone made her feel angry and, she swore to herself she was going to teach the bastard a lesson he would never forget.
