Prologue
The sound of rain is the most soothing thing I've heard in my life.
Maybe because I was born in the time of monsoon. My mother used to say I was like water on the smooth surface I was nurturing, a life saver but when provoked I can be as deadly as any other element.
I don't know if it's true or not. Neither did I care enough about my personality, after all I was not allowed to have one.
I don't feel many things these days, just tired. Tired of my life, tired from the whole world and most of all tired of this fake life which to anyone else might look like a fairytale but for me it's a nightmare come true.
When my father ordered me one day to meet him in his study after I came from my college, I never thought my life would be the very hell that my mother used to tell me and my siblings stories about .
As a famous businessman's daughter and a former royalty I knew my life was never mine. I have to obey my father's wishes as a good daughter is supposed to do, and I got married to my husband.
But I never thought that I was marrying a monster in the discussion of a gentleman who shows the world that he is the perfect husband but in reality he is the most cold person I have ever seen in my life.
My luck that he's my husband.
Sometimes I think that if I die, what will happen, would someone cry for me?
I don't know, neither do I care, if they do or don't because even if they cry and shed tears of sorrow for me I would be in a blissful peace.
But then I remember Laxmani's face. The little girl, who is not even out of college. Who will suffer from the very same fate if I die. But if I leave, maybe I will be able to save her, maybe, I will be able to save myself too.
That's the only light I have in my life. She is the only thing that keeps me sane and keeps me afloat in this hell, that is life.
And I'll do anything to keep that light shining, even murder my own husband.
