Blood dripping down my thighs

Childhood memories affect our adult lives, especially our romantic relationships. The worst memories are the ones that remain unprocessed and always stay ready to haunt us each time we hit a low point in our life. Such a ghost stays in Purnima's mind. With a family that considered her nothing more than an investment for future because of her great academics and learning skills growing up, Purnima finds herself alone each time she needs a shoulder to rest her head on. Her only constant companions are the traumatic flashbacks that never fail to make their way to her thoughts. Will Purnima ever be able to trust? Will she find a person who truly understands her? Even if she does, will she be able to receive the love she's not accustomed to?