Too Late

She could hear his footsteps coming closer. Pressing her trembling hands to her mouth, she even tried not to breathe. Her bruises were throbbing with pain, and her chest was heaving. She could smell her burnt skin, telling her that it was deep this time. She knew it won't take him long until he finally locates her in his wardrobe.

Oh, Lord, please, help me out. She cried in her brain as hot tears slide down her cheek.

All of a sudden, the room was echoing with his favorite music. She banged her head on the wall ahead of her helplessness. That creepy violin was at the max. She knew the reason too well. He had found her.

Rishika just sat there waiting for her blow. She tried to numb herself, like every other time she tried to tell herself that this was not happening to her, but the moment she heard him say, "Oh, my dear, Shikha, here you are."

She broke into tears. She didn't have it in her to look at his face.

"Please, please," She pleaded as she tried even more to hug her legs.

"What? Am I not the same guy you so much wanted to marry?"

Rishika Mehra, the daughter of the wealthiest person in India, was disowned by her family at the age of 17, for a reason never revealed to the world. She went to Germany with the help of her friend/childhood crush, Paul Schmidt. Finally, for the first time, she was able to breathe without any baggage until the day her friend asked her out and made her live under the shadows she never deserved.