I was only nine when my life changed forever.
I was sold like an object; all of my cries were ignored as if they meant nothing. I meant nothing.
That night, I learned that in this world, I had no value -- not as a child and not as human as well.
So, I learned to survive on my own.
Later years were even cruel.
I was sold and tossed from one hand to another. I was taught to obey, to smile when I wanted to cry, to bury my pain deep inside.
Love? Happiness?
Those were words that didn't exist in my world. All I knew was how to survive.
And when I lost all of my hopes of survival as well, he came.
He didn't just look at me, he saw me.
He made me feel something I never felt before. I saw a spark of hope in him, but hope is dangerous.
I am dangerous and not something meant for love.
I want him to stay away from me because I don't want him to burn with me in the same fire. I need him to stop and save himself from this forbidden love.
I can never be his and person like him are not meant to be mine.
I am Sandhya and this is my story of Love and Freedom from those who call themselves my master.
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