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Kayanangai stirred up from her sleep and gasped for air. It was the worst nightmare she ever had in her entire life. The cold visual of herself killing her child with a knife, carefully slicing off its skin, and cutting the bones into pieces is still fresh in her memories. She wanted to throw up badly and her eyes turned watery.

She patted her head, trying to forget that sight.

“Bad dream, huh?” Aathiyan’s voice startled her. She patted her chest and turned to see him, sitting on a chair next to the cot. The room is so dark; she could barely see his face in the dimmed lights.

Aathiyan turned the lamp brighter and poured a glass of water for her. She could see the concern on his face. But she had a doubt whether this is her husband.

She sat straight and had the water. The scars on his hands told her that he is her husband because Nakan lack those, his skin would be flawless.

Again she thought, instead of sleeping, what he’s doing her