It was another night in the haveli. She was in a deep slumber. The air conditioner was on,

and she was cocooned in a blanket and a bear that she was hugging. A weird habit she had

developed since she came back from the cell was that she needed to hug a bear or a pillow

to sleep.

She was breathing heavily, and her whole body was drenched in sweat. Beads of sweat were

popping near her temples as she tightly held the bear.

The chains.

The chains were grasping her tightly, slowly coiling around her ...