I know Your Heart: Like the back of my hand

rm. Inside the metro coach, the tired expressions on people's faces were evident. Some fortunate ones managed to find seats and were grateful for the opportunity to rest, while others

working-class people in Country I, Evelyn Ray leads a simple life. She was in her early 20s, and she turned twenty-three this year. Evelyn has a standard appearance, but nothing about her makes her stand out in the crowd. Aloofness seemed to be her only outward demeanour, at least in the eyes of tho

was hard to assume, what kind of person she was at first glance considering the lack of expression on her face. The authority and the control that this woman had maintained over her expression

ds her bedroom to find something comfortable to wear. Evelyn found a loose T-shirt and shorts in the wardrobe before making her way to the connected b

radiated an agile and mysterious aura about her. Accompanied with those captivating eyes, her narrow light eyebrows and longer eyelashes only added more mystery to

th of the water that soothes her tired muscles. She closes her eye

n often kept her hair tied up in a bun or ponytail, signalling to others that she meant business. It was only when she chose to let her hair down that a different side of her could be envisaged. There was a sense of freedom in her that was only visible when her l

she did not have huge bosoms with big round booty, which were stereo-typically used to describe a woman with a voluptuous figure and was associated with a more appealing physique. It never concerned Evelyn in the slightest, as it was the last thing that she ever thought of and wanted. On the contrary, it assured her that no one would notice her, since she was not seen appealing enough to draw attention. More

immensely hungry, especially after the bath. She quickly made herself something to eat and later, thought of taking a walk in the gated society where she lived. It was one of those nights when she felt liberated, and the soothing silence around her made Evelyn feel at peace. She loved taking w

h she had decided to wear before coming for a walk and headed to that parlour to buy herself a chocolate ice cream. Whenever she craved ice cream, Evelyn would often come here. After a walk, she felt

heir innocence, beautiful doe-eyes that always looked at everyone around them with curiosity and, their smile that could make you forget your worries, were something Evelyn could never get enough of. Whenever she was around them, she felt joy in her heart. It was her happy place. Those children in the orphanage have her heart. Evelyn's heart ached every time she looked at those innocent faces. All of them craved the lo

red in every way she could. In those children, she was able to relive her childhood again. Maybe she was not completely selfless

comes back home and slumps on the small sofa. She already ha