Just a few minutes were left. Any moment she would be called downstairs. For the first time after quite a long period she looked into the mirror and was startled at what she saw. She took a step away, she could not find herself, there was a girl dressed up in a color she didn't like, she looked at it, that girl in the mirror, her empty eyes were outlined with a lot of kohl, a plenty of strained lines on her forehead were ruling out the beautiful hairstyle that was made, the makeup that had been put on so well failed to hide the scars of past from her face.There was a picture of her from the college days on the side table, a complete contrast to that ill looking girl in the mirror. She was a girl full of life just like any other girl of her age. Shopping, outings and parties with friends were her life. Born and brought up in a well off family and being the only girl, she never had seen any misery of life. All before that one night when the world around her changed. She was looking very pretty that night. A guy in the party asked her to dance with him. She looked with disgust at the shabbily dressed and drunk man and refused. Soon it was getting late and she left for home.
It was raining heavily and she was driving her way back to home. She thought that she should call her mother and inform that she is fine and may get late due to the heavy rain. "My mom worries a lot. She wouldn't even eat till I come back home" she thought to herself, blaring the horn of car at a stupid car driver who had stopped abruptly in front of her car when she slowed down to make the call. Suddenly a person with a black umbrella knocked on her car window.She was scared and did not open her window. Instead she started moving the car in back direction only to realize that her way had been blocked by another car from behind.
Terrified by the happenings she searched for her cell to call her dad but suddenly there was a huge crash on her windshield, a few glass pieces pricked into her eyes and face and before she could realize anything more there were a few hands running all over her body. She could have cried out for help but something was choking her throat. She tried to get hold of herself and run out of her car but every attempt she made proved futile. She started crying but they were just tears. Her voice seemed to have refused to come out. With all the little left over energy she again tried to push them away but those animals were much stronger and she gave up. Her eyes had started shutting, she thought her end was near and was waiting for it but she was wrong. Those monsters did even worse.They left her alive.
Today after six years from that incidence she looked into the mirror to see a girl she did not recognize. She realized that those thirty minutes were not the most shady minutes of her life.That night was not the darkest night of her life. It had darkened every coming day of her life. Dark and darker each day.The darling daughter had become a sorrow for parents. Her eyes had looked into many eyes, some had sympathy,some had anger, some were filled with disgust for those criminals and some had hatred for the girl, there was pain, there was agony but what she did not could find anywhere was "Love".
She looked down from the balcony. A man in his late forties, dressed up well was being welcomed into her house. There were a few other people along with him. There was a knock on the door, she heard her mother calling her name. She turned away from the picture on the table and walked towards to the door.
