The day passed with the tiresome work of Akshara. The pearls of her tears rolled from her dark circled eyes, which once used to be exotic and admired by Dev.
Nora had little conscience within her dragon scales, "It’s enough for today. Leave my room; you are dusting my exuberant room with your ugly, crying face. Get out of my sight."
Akshara hurried her way to the dungeon, forced her body against the walls of the dungeon, and cried loud enough to wake the drowsy, ferocious beast.
Akshara doesn’t even mind the ferocious animal’s presence and thinks, "I don’t mind being eaten by any beast. I prefer death to live in this hell. The Devil is to be blamed for my condition."
She closed her eyes hard and tried to search for Dev in her dreams. Akshara ran to the shadow of a man who exactly looked like Dev. The shadow dissolved in the air, deceiving her into a vein.