*Third POV*
"It really hurts," Anjali mumbles under her breath feeling the tug over her chest as if someone punching it right inside her heart.
"Why did I even come here? Is it really better just to go back home and not to waste the time? The Times has asked for me just to leave it as it is? Should I take a differe-" Anjali paused, placing her wounded hand over her chest.
"Tomorrow is the day I will be able to do it. It feels like I'm losing the confidence in myself" closing her eyes tight shut. Placing her arm over her eyes covering it as a drop of tear falls from her eyes.
Making the footsteps stop right beside her head bending down its shadow falling upon Anjali's face blocking the sunlight that was falling upon her face.
"Ugh all these emotions make me want to go back home but I don't want to. I will try my best!"
