‘Empress, where are you going? Stop! They didn’t mean any of it. Please, listen to me! Empress!’ Svāhā jogged after a fuming Swamy who was stomping her way to nowhere. A heavy heart, blurry vision and automated steps took the responsibility of leading her to some destination—safe or not was a matter to be dealt with later. She wanted to be left alone for some time or perhaps forever.
Ayat had crossed the limit of tolerance. Accordingly, he deserved every jab and blow. In fact, more than that. The stinging sensation in her knuckles provided her with immense satisfaction and so was the image of him groaning and clutching his bleeding nose.
‘Then why do I repent?’ Strings of tears rolled down her cheeks as she elbowed past some drunkards. Her pointy nose had turned red with all th
