The night is silent above the city, the tall penthouse glowing with warm golden lights. Inside, Nevika stands in front of the tall mirror of her luxurious bedroom, her reflection staring back at her with a twisted mix of anger and helplessness

Her face is red with burning marks. The skin on her cheeks looks swollen, the result of the hot tea Adhira had thrown at her hours ago. Her hand shakes a little as she squeezes the tube of cream, pressing it harshly on her palm before smearing it over her face