The Sinister

32.

Sita walks out of the closet, already ready for the day. She is wearing a navy blue dress.

But she looks tired and sad, her usual glow is missing from her face. A faint heaviness rests in her eyes, as if the entire night has drained the life out of her.

She slowly walks toward the balcony and steps outside. The cool morning air brushes against her skin as she stands there quietly, holding the railing with both hands. Her fingers tighten slightly around the metal as if she is trying to hold herself together.

The soft morning light falls gently on her face, making her skin glow faintly. But more than anything, her sindur shines brightly in the light, glowing softly like the moon against her hairline.

“Kanha kab sab thik ho ga” she asks in a slow, broken whisper, her voice trembling with innocence and pain.

(Kanha, when will everything become fine?)

The sadness in her voice is clear. Her eyes look distant, as if she is silently begging for an answer from the sky. She does not sleep the entire night nor does she eat anything.

Somewhere deep inside, she knows... or maybe she doesn’t fully realize… that her husband also does not close his eyes the entire night. He cannot sleep after seeing her in so much stress.

Every time he looked at her tired face, something tightened painfully in his chest. But still, he did not ask her anything. He could not gather the courage to ask her what was wrong.

He walks inside the room. His steps are slow. His sharp eyes move around the room, searching for her presence. But when he doesn’t find her there, a faint tension appears on his face.

He walks toward the balcony and slightly peeks outside. The moment his eyes fall on her standing there, he unknowingly takes a calm breath, as if his restless heart finally settles for a moment.

Without saying anything, he quietly turns and walks inside the bathroom to get ready.

His vest is wet with sweat, sticking to his body.

Because of that, the tattoos on his skin appear clearer than usual today.

The dragon, the sword and the chain spread across his back look even darker and more intense.

Every sharp line of the ink gives a dangerous and intimidating aura.

The fierce designs crawl over his skin like silent warnings, making his entire presence look even more terrifying today.

She looks behind when she suddenly feels someone’s presence. Her eyes lift and she finds him standing there in a white shirt and black pants. His hair is tied neatly and he is completely ready for his day.

The moment her eyes meet his, she immediately looks away. She doesn’t want him to see her slightly puffy eyes, the clear sign that she has cried. But she knows, or maybe she doesn't, very well that nothing about her ever goes unnoticed by him.

He takes a slow step toward her and then stops beside her, keeping a distance between them. The morning air moves quietly around them but the silence between them feels heavy.

“Aap pareshan lag rahi hai” he asks slowly, his voice calm and low.

(You look worried)

Only he knows how much effort it takes for him to ask her that question. The words feel heavy in his throat but he still forces them out.

The moment she hears his voice, her heart suddenly stops for a second. A strange confusion spreads inside her chest. She knows he hates her… but then sometimes he behaves like this, making everything more confusing for her.

“Aap nafrat karte hai na hamse to aysi baten na pucha karen” she says softly while biting her inner lip, trying hard to control the tears rising in her eyes.

(You hate me, right? Then please don’t ask me such things)

“Karte hai… beinteha nafrat karte hai aapse. Aur aapka dukh sun kar hame accha lage ga… to sunaiye, ham sune ge” he says while looking at the side of her face.

(Yes, I do… I hate you endlessly. And hearing about your pain will make me happy… so tell me, I will listen)

His face remains completely blank, showing no emotion at all. But inside his chest, his heart beats just a little faster when he notices how her chin trembles slightly as she tries her hardest not to cry.

She has wanted to share this pain with someone for a long time. For years, she has kept everything buried deep inside her heart. Every memory, every wound, every fear… she has carried it all alone.

And now, when he suddenly asks her to speak, a strange feeling spreads inside her. It feels unfamiliar… almost frightening. Somewhere in her heart, she knows that he wants her to let everything out.

“You know…” she says softly and slowly turns her head toward him. She lifts her face and looks directly into his eyes. Her eyes shine with unshed tears and finally one tear slips down her cheek.

The moment that tear falls, his eyes instantly turn cold.

A dark shadow passes through his gaze. The way she looks at him, the way her voice trembles, makes something dangerous rise inside him.

At that moment, he feels like destroying everything…

every person, every reason behind the tears in her eyes.

She starts telling him everything slowly. Sometimes she looks directly into his eyes while speaking and sometimes she looks away from him.

The memories are heavy and the cruelty of the past makes it hard for her to keep looking at him.

“Maaf kar do maa… please ghar se mat nikalo. Mai acchi beti banu gi” nineteen-year-old Sunita cries helplessly while looking at her family. Her voice shakes as tears stream down her face.

(Forgive me, mother… please don’t throw me out of the house. I will become a good daughter)

“Jaa yaha se manhus! Aur agar dubara palat kar yaha aai to zindagi jahannum bana dugi teri!” her mother shouts loudly, her voice filled with anger and hatred.

(Get out of here, you cursed girl! And if you ever come back here again, I will turn your life into hell!)

Her loud voice makes the neighbors come out of their houses. One by one, people gather near their doors and watch the scene like it is some kind of entertainment.

Without showing even a little mercy, her mother slams the door hard on Sunita’s face.

Sunita falls down and sits on the muddy ground of the street. Her hands press against the cold mud as she cries badly. Her shoulders shake with each painful sob.

The innocence on her face is so pure that it would not take even a minute to soften anyone’s heart. But her cruel family cannot see that innocence. All they care about is fair skin and a pretty face, just like the rest of society.

“Badchalan logo ka yahi haal hota hai” one of the neighbors says while looking at Sunita with disgust.

(This is what happens to girls with bad character)

One by one, the neighbors close their doors, whispering cheap and cruel words about a girl who does not even understand how the world truly works.

Sunita slowly pushes herself up from the muddy ground. Her hands tremble as she tries to stand. She walks weakly, taking support from the muddy wall of her house, her tears still falling silently.

“Maa… baba… m...mujhe dar lag raha hai” Sunita says in a weak and trembling voice while knocking slowly on the door.

(Mom… dad… I am scared)

Her voice has no strength left in it now. It sounds fragile and broken. Her family has been beating her since morning and now it is already late at night.

Her body feels numb and she is on the verge of losing consciousness. But the fear of getting attacked by wild animals outside in the darkness feels even more terrifying to her.

“Use jaa kar kue me phenk do, dam ghut kar mar jaye gi wahi!” her father suddenly shouts angrily from inside the house.

(Throw her into the well. She will suffocate and die there!)

Sunita freezes when she hears his voice. Then she hears loud footsteps coming toward the door.

Her eyes widen with pure fear. Before she can even think properly, her body reacts on its own. She suddenly turns and starts running away from the house.

She cries badly… so badly that painful hiccups escape her throat. Her entire body trembles uncontrollably. Tears blur her vision, making everything in front of her unclear but she doesn’t stop. She keeps running.

She runs out of the village without even looking back. Her clothes are torn apart from the beating. Blood slowly drips from the wound on her forehead. Her hands and legs are scratched and bruised, small cuts covering her fragile skin.

“Ka… Kanha… h...hame aapke pass aana hai…” she cries out while running, her voice breaking with every word.

(Krishna… I want to come to you…)

She doesn’t even know the true meaning of her own words. She is simply crying them out in pain, like a helpless prayer escaping her heart.

Suddenly, her foot gets stuck against a hard rock lying on the path. Before she can balance herself, she falls down hard on the ground. Her head hits a sharp rock with force. A painful scream escapes her lips.

Blood immediately starts flowing from the wound on her head. The warm blood runs down her forehead, spreading across her face until her entire face turns red.

Her breathing becomes heavy and uneven. Her body trembles weakly as tears continue to fall from her eyes. The pain becomes too much for her fragile body to handle.

Within moments, darkness covers her vision… and she loses consciousness.

What is the fault of this poor soul for receiving all this suffering? Just because her skin tone is slightly dark…She is not as pretty and fair as her sister…She is not getting marriage proposals…..

Why do some parents give birth to a child when they clearly are not capable enough to raise that innocent soul?

No matter how successful our country becomes, no matter how much it develops, no matter what time or era it is…

the situation for girls and sometimes even for boys, remains the same.

“Ye kon hai?” a woman wearing a dark red saree asks while chewing paan. Her bold red lipstick is slightly smudged and her eyes scan the unconscious girl lying on the ground.

(Who is she?)

The man bends down and looks closely at Sunita’s face. “Ye to Hari Ram ki beti hai. Maine suna ise ghar se nikal diya hai un logo ne” the man says while staring at her weak body.

(She is Hari Ram’s daughter. I heard her family threw her out of the house)

The woman’s lips slowly curl into a dirty smirk. “Le chal ise kothe par” the woman says casually, as if she is talking about an object and not a human life.

(Take her to the brothel)

Without showing any care, the man roughly lifts Sunita’s unconscious body like she is nothing more than a garbage bag. Her limp arms hang down helplessly as he throws her harshly into the bullock cart.

—

“Iski marham patti kar de” the woman says while spitting the paan onto the ground. Then she gestures toward a few teenage girls standing In brothel.

(Clean her wounds)

The girls quickly run toward Sunita and carefully lift her weak body. They carry her inside one of the rooms.

Inside the dim room, they change her torn clothes and wipe away the dried blood from her face and wounds. Their hands move quickly but quietly, as if they have done this many times before.

Outside, the brothel glows faintly with fire sticks burning around the place. Their flickering flames create long shadows on the walls.

The voices of many women echo through the place. Some voices carry deep pain and suffering. Some sound tired… as if they have already accepted their fate.

Men walk in one after another, satisfying their lust and then walk out like nothing ever happened.

The owner of the brothel sits on a wooden khaat in the courtyard, slowly chewing paan while waiting for her special customers to arrive.

—

Sunita’s eyes forcefully open when someone suddenly throws water on her face. The cold water shocks her weak body. She tries to move and push herself up from the floor but she cannot even move properly, let alone sit. Her body feels heavy and numb.

A sharp, burning pain stings on her cheek. Slowly, she opens her eyes completely and sees the owner standing in front of her.

“Malik jo kahe wo kar” the owner says harshly while kicking Sunita’s leg, forcing her to get up.

(Do whatever the master tells you to do)

Sunita tries to understand what is happening around her but her head injury is deep. Her vision keeps getting blurry and it becomes difficult for her to keep her eyes open.

Suddenly, she sees a man entering the

room.

Fear rushes through her entire body when she notices the way he is looking at her.

His eyes do not look at her face… they crawl over her body like something dirty.

Sunita is too innocent to fully understand the intentions of the monster standing in front of her.

Tears start falling from her eyes again. She drags her weak body backward on the floor, whimpering in pain as her wounded body scrapes against the hard ground.

“K… kon… h… hame jane do…” she says in a broken voice, her words barely coming out of her trembling lips.

(W...who… who are you… please let me go…)

“Sartaj naam hai tere malik ka” the man says with a smirk while starting to remove his clothes.

(The name of your master is Sartaj)

Sunita shakes her head again and again, crying even harder. Somewhere inside her heart, she knows that what is about to happen is wrong… something that should never happen.

Her hands desperately search for something near her. Whatever comes into her hand, she grabs it and throws it toward the man. A broken plate flies through the air and hits his head.

He groans in pain and immediately glares at Sunita with dark anger burning in his eyes.

“Ruk… tujhe batata hu” he growls angrily while stepping toward her.

(Wait… I will show you now)

Before Sunita can understand anything… everything ends.

He forcefully removes her clothes. He destroys her innocence. He does the worst things a monster can do to a helpless soul.

And she… she only cries. She begs him again and again to leave her alone. Her voice breaks as she pleads with him but he does not stop.

Sunita lies there on the hard floor like a lifeless body. Her soul feels shattered beyond repair.

The blood around her silently tells the painful stories of many women… women from small villages to developed cities… whose voices are never heard.

She lies there without anything on her body… in a situation she never once imagines in her life. Her body is still, almost lifeless.

She always dreams of getting married to a decent man and living a peaceful life with him and his family. In her dreams, she sees herself wearing beautiful bridal clothes, smiling shyly while someone holds her hand with love.

She always thinks that one day someone will love her… someone will respect her… someone will protect her.

But she never imagines that her life will turn into something like this.

—

“Arrest each and every one of them!” Anil shouts loudly as the police enter the brothel.

The moment the police rush inside, chaos spreads everywhere. Women start running in fear from one corner to another. Men try to escape quickly, pushing each other to find a way out.

The owner tries to slip away quietly, but a lady constable quickly grabs her arm harshly and stops her.

Anil orders his team to search every room and every corner of the brothel.

One by one, the doors open.

But when Anil pushes open the last door of a small room, his soul shakes. Sunita lies there on the floor. She has been unconscious for almost two days. The blood around her body has already dried. Her pale skin and still body make her look like a dead person.

For a moment, Anil feels his breath stop. Without wasting even a second, he quickly grabs a bedsheet from the bed and covers Sunita’s body with it, making sure she is properly covered.

His hands tremble slightly as he bends down and checks her pulse. It is weak… but she is alive. Relief and fear hit him at the same time.

Without wasting another moment, he carefully lifts her body in his arms and rushes outside toward his jeep.

At the hospital

Anil is sitting outside on a chair in the hospital corridor. His elbows rest on his knees while both his hands hold his head tightly.

He looks completely traumatized. His body trembles slightly and his hands shake after hearing about her condition from the doctors. A tear slowly forms in his eyes. Before it can fall, he quickly wipes it away and takes a deep breath.

After a moment, he slowly stands up from his place. His steps are slow and heavy as he walks toward the room where Sunita lies. He stops near the glass window of the room and looks inside.

Sunita lies silently on the hospital bed. Her face looks pale and white, almost lifeless. Seeing her like this makes something break inside his chest.

The pain he feels for her is deeper than anyone around her can ever understand. His eyes stay fixed on her face. He cannot even imagine the suffering she has gone through.

After standing there for a few moments, he turns slightly, ready to walk away. But suddenly… her hand makes a small movement.

He doesn’t stop. The moment he sees her hand move, he quickly enters the room. His heart beats faster as he walks closer to the bed. Deep inside, he is waiting for the moment when she will speak… when she will tell him the name of the person who did this to her so he can punish him.

Sunita slowly opens her eyes. Right now she feels nothing… not even pain. Her body is so weak that it feels like she might die even if she makes a small movement.

Her half-open eyes slowly move around the room. Through her blurry vision, she sees Anil standing there. She cannot see him clearly. Her lips move slightly as if she wants to say something. But no sound comes out of her mouth.

Suddenly she sees the nurse and the doctor rushing inside the room. They quickly gather around her bed and start checking her condition.

Sunita’s eyes widen slightly with fear. Seeing so many unfamiliar people around her terrifies her. Her breathing becomes uneven. She doesn’t remember what has happened to her. Her memory feels broken and blurry.

“She is still in critical condition, officer. But she woke up and that is a good sign. Otherwise something worse could have happened. Don’t worry, we will give her the medicine and treatment she needs” the doctor says politely while noticing the deep worry on Anil’s face.

After saying that, the doctor quietly walks out of the room with the nurse.

Days pass like this.

Sunita slowly starts making small progress but it is very little. Sometimes she opens her eyes for a few minutes but she cannot keep them open for long. Her body is still very weak. She cannot move properly and until now she hasn’t spoken a single word.

She doesn’t know where she is. She doesn’t understand anything about what is happening around her. The only thing she slowly starts realizing is that Anil cares for her.

Whenever he comes near her bed, she opens her eyes for a moment… as if she senses his presence. And the moment he leaves the room, her eyes slowly close again.

Anil visits her every single day. He waits patiently for the day when she will speak and tell him everything. But he cannot force her to say anything right now… because she is still in critical condition.

—

“How are you feeling now?” a nurse asks softly while carefully changing her bandages. Her hands move gently.

Sunita doesn’t reply. Maybe she doesn’t have the strength to speak yet… or maybe the words simply refuse to come out of her mouth.

At that moment, the same manly fragrance reaches her nose. It is the same calm and familiar scent she has been feeling for the past one month without even realizing it. That scent strangely soothes her heart.

Slowly, she opens her eyes. Through her weak vision, she sees him standing there. He is talking to the doctor about something, his voice low and serious.

“Yes, we will send her to a women’s refuge. She will feel safe there and can live without any tension” Anil says calmly to the doctor.

The moment Sunita hears those words, her fingers tighten around the bedsheet. She knows they are talking about her. Her eyes slowly lift and stay fixed on him. She stares at him quietly.

She doesn’t know who this man is. She doesn’t know how he saved her. But somewhere inside her heart, she knows one thing very clearly…She cannot trust anyone except him.

Anil suddenly looks at her and he finds her already staring at him with moist eyes. He walks toward her slowly and stops beside the bed.

“We will send you to a women’s refuge” he says gently while looking at her, waiting for her to say something. But she doesn’t speak.

Instead, she slowly lifts her trembling hand and tightly holds his pinky finger in her weak fingers. Tears start rolling down her cheeks one after another.

“Don’t leave me…” she finally says. These are the first words she has spoken. Her voice shakes badly as the words leave her lips.

She holds his pinky finger so tightly, as if she is afraid that he will disappear the moment she lets go.

Right now, she is not in a condition to trust anyone… especially a man. But the way his actions, his care and his silent presence make her trust him… that is something not every man can do.

“You will get proper care there” he says calmly, already knowing that she will speak now.

“Please… I’ll die” she whispers weakly.

The words come out slowly but somewhere deep inside her heart, she knows that for the first time in her life… she will truly die if he leaves her.

“I will not leave you… but you have to tell me who that person was” he says, leaning a little closer to her. Even now, he carefully keeps a small distance between them.

She is holding his finger tightly but he does not touch her at all. He doesn’t want her to feel afraid of him.

“I… I don’t know… he was scary… I don’t know his face… I don’t know” she says while crying softly. More tears roll down from the corners of her eyes.

She takes a deep breath between her words. Speaking after an entire month hurts her throat and chest. Every word feels heavy and painful. She cries quietly, letting her emotions come out little by little. Everything inside her heart feels too heavy.

“His name?” he asks slowly. She breathes through her mouth and tries to remember the name the man said.

“Sar… Sartaj” she whispers weakly. The moment the name leaves her lips, his eyes widen slightly.

Sartaj. One of the most wanted mafia in Velqar.

“I told you h...his name… y...you will not l...leave me, right?” she asks while looking straight into his eyes. She tries her best to hold him there with her gaze.

“I will come to see you there every day. I promise” he says slowly, his voice calm and trustworthy.

But she immediately shakes her head. She tries to push herself up, trying to sit on the bed despite her weak body.

Seeing her forcing herself like this just because she doesn’t want him to leave… something shifts inside his chest. Something happens to his heart as he watches her struggle just to stay near him.

“Don’t leave me” she says while slowly sitting up and holding his hand tightly.

Only she knows the pain her body is going through right now. Every small movement hurts her deeply. But the pain of losing him feels even worse than anything else.

She doesn’t want him only because he saved her. She wants him because, for the first time in her life, someone shows her care… someone shows her respect… someone treats her with gentleness.

“I will not leave you” he finally says those words. The moment she hears it, she sniffles softly like a small child.

Her fingers still hold his pinky tightly not letting him move away from her.

And he doesn’t move either. He just stands there, staring at her quietly while fighting with his own thoughts and the situation in his life.

And that day, she knows that he is her safe place. And he knows that he cannot leave her.

After two months

Anil marries Sunita. He tries many times to convince his family to let him marry her but they refuse to agree. He also tries to convince Sunita to stay in the women’s refuge but she refuses to listen to him. She doesn’t want to leave him.

And somewhere deep inside, his heart also doesn’t want to leave her. So he marries her. He gives her everything she needs.

“Ye kiska ghar hai?” she asks softly as they enter a small one-room kitchen apartment.

(Whose house is this?)

The entire house looks almost empty, except for a few basic things placed here and there.

“Hamara ghar hai” he says with a small smile on his face.

(It is our house)

The red sindur in the parting of her hair shines softly and the mangalsutra with his name around her neck looks pure and beautiful.

“Aapki family kaha hai?” she asks slowly while looking into his eyes.

(Where is your family?)

He looks down for a moment and lets out a slow sigh. “They are upset with me but I will fix this soon… hmm” he says slowly while gently caressing her head.

Sunita nods her head quietly. It hurts that because of her he becomes distant from his family. She feels guilty that for her sake he has to stand against them.

But she doesn’t know that everything that happens around us always carries a reason behind it.

As their marriage moves forward, many hurdles come into their lives. Slowly, Sunita starts becoming happy. And why wouldn’t she? Her husband showers her with love and care every single day. Sometimes she herself cannot believe how much her life has changed.

But the truth is… the accident of her past leaves many deep marks on her soul.

She still gets panic attacks. It takes her more than four years to heal. Even after that, she never heals completely. A tiny piece of fear still stays inside her heart… like a shadow that refuses to leave. And the scars of that past still remain on her.

But every single time she breaks down, her husband stays beside her… supporting her, protecting her and holding her through everything.

Sita’s entire face turns red as she finally tells him everything about her mother. Her hands tremble slightly while speaking. A strange mix of pain and relief fills her heart after sharing such a heavy truth.

And Zayran… He just stands there, looking at her with a blank expression.

“Maa still gets panic attacks… and last night she got one” she says softly while sniffing, trying to control her tears.

“You know… my baba doesn’t have any personal problem with you. He just doesn’t want any other woman to suffer the way his wife does” She pauses for a moment, trying to steady her shaking voice.

“He just wants to save every woman who is out there… not knowing how dangerous the world really is” She lowers her eyes as more tears slowly fall from them.

“My baba’s intentions are pure” she whispers softly.

And at that moment, a painful realization hits her heart. While trying to protect other women… he slowly loses his own daughter in between.

That is why he always wants his daughter to choose the right man. That is why he never wants his daughter to marry a mafia or a criminal.

“You know… when Baba left his family, they didn’t stay quiet. They told everyone around them that my mother was… a kothe wali… that she was a prostitute. And my Baba, who was only trying to heal her… they broke her all over again” Her voice trembles and tears come out one by one.

“My Baba was all alone… he was just trying to do his duty. He was trying to fulfill his responsibility as a husband… and he only needed the support of his family. But they… they treated him even worse” She wipes her tears angrily but more tears keep falling from her eyes.

“You know what they do? They took money from Baba… his own family. They asked for all the money back, the money they had spent on Baba’s studies” she says. The anger toward his family is clearly visible on her tearful face.

Zayran doesn’t say a single word the entire time. He doesn’t interrupt her even once. He only listens.

All of this doesn’t seem to affect his expression. Maybe because his soul has already seen and carried something even worse than this.

“When I was born… everyone called me kothe wali ki beti. Trust me… I didn’t even know the meaning of their words at that time. I didn’t know anything about what my Maa had suffered in her life” Her breathing becomes uneven as the memories continue.

(The daughter of a brothel woman)

“Everyone hated me. They looked at me with disgusting eyes. They said I was definitely their illegitimate child. They called me so many names…” A bitter smile appears on her lips for a second before disappearing again.

“Till this age… I never have a single friend. From kindergarten till university, no one ever becomes my friend. No one ever sits with me. No one ever talks to me” Her tears fall faster now.

“They only remind me of the past that my mother and father fight with so much bravery” Her voice cracks painfully.

“They judged me… they judged my innocent mother f..for things that were never her fault…” She struggles to breathe as her chest tightens.

“She was just a soul trying to find happiness… and they… they made her life miserable. And till now… she is still in pain because of that past of hers… sh...” Sita suddenly chokes on her own tears, unable to complete her sentence.

Her words break in the middle as her crying becomes uncontrollable.

Her tears don’t stop even for a single second.

He slowly moves closer to her and lifts his hand. Sita looks at him with eyes full of tears. Her lashes are wet and her cheeks are already stained with the marks of her crying.

Before she even realizes what he is doing, he wipes her face with the sleeve of his white shirt.

His movements are slow and careful. He gently wipes the tears from her cheeks with his sleeve, making sure he doesn’t touch her skin in any way.

Seeing this simple action from him makes her cry even more. Her chest rises as she takes a deep breath, gulping hard to control her emotions.

But slowly… she starts feeling calm. She has told him everything. Every pain, every memory she carries inside her heart. And now she can feel something inside her settling down.

For the first time in a long time, her heart feels lighter.

The way he listens to her… every single word… without interrupting her even once… makes the moment feel unreal for her.

Just a few minutes ago, he said he would smile if he saw her sad. And yet now… he is the one wiping her tears with his own sleeve.

After a moment, he pulls his hand back and looks ahead toward the sky.

He doesn’t know what to say. And she… she is smart enough to understand his actions without words.

Somewhere deep inside her heart, she starts believing what her mother once said… that Sita will never find someone better than Zayran.

Both of them stand there quietly, staring ahead.

One stands there with a calm mind after finally sharing everything she carries for years.

And the other stands there with a racing heart… confused about why her words and her tears are affecting him so deeply.

He marries her to punish her. But now it feels like he is the one getting punished by her tears.

One person has already shared everything with him. And now… it is the other person’s turn to open up.

To finally speak about the truth he has been keeping buried inside his heart for twenty-two years.

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