C59 The Night of Masks

The soft lights of Delhi shimmered through the large glass windows of Aisha’s house.

Upstairs, inside her bedroom, Aisha stood before the mirror quietly.

Tonight she was stepping back into a world she had left behind years ago.

A world of expensive smiles and calculated conversations.

She picked up the dress lying across the bed.

Midnight blue.

The fabric shimmered like a quiet starry sky