Sitting under the running cold shower on the floor, rubbing her lips until her hand got exhausted. She leaned against the wall weeping profusely. Before today, she only sympathized with the girls who were tortured by one-sided lovers or felt pity for those who committing suicide by it. But today she really realised how violated, helpless, polluted and ashamed they must have felt, that instead of living life, they consider the right to end their life. A sneeze due to cold brought her out of her vulnerable negative thoughts. And remind her of his threat of what self harm will lead him to do. Sighing in utter despair she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in towel, when her gaze fell on the small Krishn idol on her study table.

"(Kyun kanha kyun? yeh kaisi pariksha hai? yadi aap chahte hai, mai usse ladu, toh kyun mujhe itna nirbal banaya?) Why Kanha, why? What kind of test is this? If you want me to fight him, why make me so vulnerable?"