Lying down in bed, she realised that the silence in the room was a contrast to the screaming going on in her head. Where had she lost control of her life? She felt like a piece of her was missing. And as every part of her body ached, she knew that was a protest. Her body was claiming the missing piece. Her body claimed his.


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