Author's POV

Siddharth hugged back the dove lying on his lap hiding her face in his chest. Siddharth doesn't know what to feel. She was molested, and also verbally abused. That piece of shit called her useless. Or he should feel the guilt which was breaking him day by day. Siddharth closed his eyes, it was becoming difficult for him to breathe. Those nightmares played in front of him but before he could break down he heard her whimpering. She was chanting a mantra 'I am useless. I am ...