The full length wall room mirror is plastered with a golden edged sticker that boasts the legend “The Lord’s House is full of love.”
Looking into it, Pramila runs her fingers over her badly battered face, the little finger tracing the knife scar all the way from below the left eye to the lower jaws.
As she turns around, her eyes, swollen and bloodied, fail not to notice the imprint of strong male hands just below the left collar bone.
On closer examination, it also reveals five linear marks, much like those left behind by a screeching heavy duty truck tyre.
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