*PART TWO OF 'A True Indian Cinderella'*
Meeya continues her struggle as a neglected child. Hoping one day to find her true love! Farim struggles hard to battle loneliness and suffers bad things.
WILL THEY GET BACK TOGETHER OR WOULD THEY CONTINUE T...
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the grimy windows, I knew that I could no longer stay in this place. The price of my mother's "love" had become too great, the toll on my body and spirit too severe to bear.
Wincing with every movement, I slowly pulled myself to my feet, bracing against the wall for support. The pain was almost crippling, but I knew I had to act quickly before my mother returned.
As I prepared for school, I carefully examined the bruises and cuts that marred my skin, doing my best to conceal them beneath my clothes.
The walk to school was long and arduous, each step weighing heavily on my weary soul. I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone I passed, afraid that they might somehow see the pain and fear that I was desperately trying to hide.
As I neared the school gates, my heart began to race. I knew that once I stepped through those doors, I would be subjected to the scrutiny of my teachers and peers, all of them searching for any signs that something was amiss. The prospect of having to maintain a facade of normalcy filled me with a sense of overwhelming anxiety.
I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact as I made my way to my first class. The lessons seemed to drag on, and I found it increasingly difficult to focus on the material. My mind was consumed by the events of the previous night and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.
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During recess, I retreated to a quiet corner of the schoolyard, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention. But it was to no avail. My friend Hidha, ever perceptive, quickly noticed my withdrawn demeanour and approached me with a concerned expression.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
I felt my heart rate spike, and I struggled to maintain my composure. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," I lied, forcing a weak smile. "Just a little tired, that's all."
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Hidha studied me for a moment, her brow furrowed. "You know you can talk to me, right?" she said, her hand gently squeezing my arm.
I wanted to crumble, to pour out the anguish that was consuming me, but the fear of the consequences held me back. Instead, I offered another unconvincing reassurance and changed the subject, steering the conversation in a different direction.
