Mumbai.

In the hall of a house, a 23-year-old girl was sitting, wearing a white frock suit. She was extremely beautiful. Her complexion was fair like milk, radiant body, slim waist, height 5'4, perfect figure, perfect boobs size, neither too big nor too small, long, thick black hair was falling on her face. She had an innocent face like that of a little baby, but it was withered. Her deep black eyes were such that anyone who looked into them would get lost, but they held so much pain and emptiness that hardly anyone could see that pain.Tears were falling from her eyes, rolling down to her cheeks. Her soft pink lips, like rose petals, were trembling from crying. She had a small nose adorned with a tiny nose ring, and her nose had turned dark red from crying.