Chapter-73

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When I was a little child, I used to think beauty is what we see on television, and I used to believe that I can never be beautiful enough to match their standards but when I found myself getting a makeover, I realise everything is fake from hair to a nail and no one can do anything about it. perhaps, it's about our perception too, we stare at those things which we find brilliant, doesn't matter what it costs to develop them.

"What are you doing? Sit straight?" I heard Sam's thrashing voice bleeding my ears.

I was seated in a straight posture but he was not satisfied, he thinks I am a clown or at least he wants me to become a clown.

"Your shoulders are too wide, your lips are too plump, your eyebrows look like a forest, and your hair? From how many days you have not washed them?"

I opened my mouth to revert him but his deadly glare made me silent again.

"Don't you dare to open your mouth, I am working on you, "

I have not uttered a sin