“You have a visitor”, A lady in blue striped white sari tapped Kanika with a wooden stick. She looked up. Her eyes still wet, her kohl dried on the edges of her eyelashes. She stayed motionless for a moment until the lady screamed at her once again. She placed her left hand on the cemented slab and stood up, adjusting her Salwar to hide the red marks all over her body.
She walked through the iron barred corridor, adjusting her eyes to the dimly...
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