A mask

And there she was. Crushed, cursed, devastated. She had thought that she had finally met a match, a mirror, a man who would outrival her courage… but she hadn’t…

It was a mask yet again.

It was a spineless wimp yet again.

It was a love of convenience yet again.

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Pooja Chopra Goel

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