it was a starry night whirlpool of wind kissed her locks dressed in a white dress she embraced the fragrance of roses light-eyed eyes light up with hopes she walked silently over the road
unknown to the swing of destiny she walked under the numerous stars assuming it was a moonlit path - though it was a moonless night believing in her undying belief - and thinking the world is still pure.
what happened with her was never the question she was now distorted and ripped neither it were her clothes nor her messed up locks but only and only her soul!
Time is to tell a story. Every girl becomes a Cinderella for herself atleast for one moment of her life.