She undresses. Slowly. Not like at work. This time it’s for herself. She steps into the shower. The water runs down her back, over bruises she doesn’t remember getting. Sometimes they don’t hurt until she sees them. Under the flow, she closes her eyes. And for a minute, just a minute — she imagines what life might have been. A tiny house in a sleepy town. A job in a library. ... https://in.tottaa.com/call-girls/andhra-pradesh/hyderabad