She was waiting for him to return from work as always. She was thinking how he would react to his favorite food she cooked for him. And then the bell rang. She went to check the door. And there he was standing with a bouquet of flowers in hand. She welcomed him with a smile, thinking that maybe today would be a happy day. They talked about their day, rather his day. Not her day? Yes, not her day because what could she do the whole day? She would just stay at home. He was possessive about her, she couldn't step out of the house without him and in the beginning she didn't mind it much. She thought that could be his love for her. Of course he loved her. But his way of expressing it was wrong. He used to hit her, force her, lock her in the room for days without food or water, deprive her of the external world and call it his way of loving her. He used hit her and give her those everlasting bruises. She had loved the wrong person and got herself stuck with the wrong person into a wrong relationship. It was really hard for her to escape now. 

At one point of time,

She had loved him

All of him

Yet she received

Those bruises

Those everlasting bruises

On her face, her body

And mostly on her heart...

And that evening, happened the same. He was stressed from work. He got flowers for her, but with thorns that pricked her fingers. He forced her-stuffed her mouth with food calling it tasteless, when it tasted the best. He hit her for all the beautiful things she did for him that evening.