There. A real truth, unvarnished and laid bare. Malini had peeled her heart open and poured her heart’s blood out before Priya, given her everything ugly and tender, metal and sweet about her past. And Priya… Priya did not touch her, but she kept her hand near Malini’s own. She kept her eyes on Malini. Steady and sure. “I’ve told you many a time, my lady,” said Priya. “I’m only a maidservant. You don’t need to even think of apologizing to me.” “But I do think of it, Priya,” said Malini. “That’s all.”
I am obsessed with them
