Innocent eyes, stained sheets and bleeding lips... Narrated every gruesome details of what happened. For the world she was another bud ripped out before flowering. But that was the same day... A Queen was born to fight her battle with head held high!
She entered the house, Her home, With smile and self respect. A place, where she felt truly belonged. Tiny footsteps followed her, as a musical laughter echoed around the wall. "Mama, " He said tugging on her saree. She wiped her eyes and picked him up in her arms. Her world, her son!
As I lay there naked. Let me hear your desires, As I struggle underneath. Let me see your desires, As I hold your face in my hands. Let me taste your desires, As I fight a battle with your tongue. Just let me in, so that your desires can become "Ours"