Anniyah was hurting, the one she gave her everything to and changed for got angry at her over a joke and didn't praise her cooking. It hurt like hell, she felt like screaming she always beared his anger she never thought her married life would be like this she always linked marriage with happiness, love, beautiful children but so far that wasn't how it was. She just wished her hardships would turn into ease, only she knew how hard it was trying to be strong despite being broken on the inside. Tears, sad songs and the dark had become part of her life. Even yesterday when she was making chicken, listening to sad songs her stepmum said listen to happy songs instead but whenever she laughs too much she has to cry afterwards. Her body and heart were hurting, but there was no one who could make her feel better. Everyone told her things would get better, but she felt exhausted. Why is it that the ones you love with your all always vent their anger out on you, making you feel devalued and unappreciated. It is funny how when you are a sensitive person you are tested more, people's behaviours and words can cut you like a sharp knife where you want to scream in pain but you cannot do that. Anniyah felt like a broken doll, it felt like someone had played with the pieces of her heart. She looked at some women's lives who had every luxury as well as their husband's love and was sure their husbands would never get angry at them treating them like queens. Everyone used to say you are a queen (rani), but the truth was she wasn't. She always tried convincing herself when she thought she couldn't go on these tests are what would lead her to her happiness and dreams. The sun was shining outside, but anniyah's mood resembled dark clouds. She wished she could close her eyes forever, death would be less painful than this. Her face and eyes showed her pain and grief despite her wanting to hide them.