She was fascinated, and couldn’t help but inclined for their mysterious melancholy. Grievous stings on the petals pricked her tender finger as a decline to her compassion.

No blood emerged, while she started to blush. Her nails turned red; her skin was splashed pink; her cheeks were rosy; and her lips were having rubies inlaid.

She hurried back to the party in panic, yet fainted on the way with blood bleeding from her vagina and her body paled.

Five days later, bleeding stopped, but glamour began to gush from her, and her enthralling fragrance seduced every man.

After the dreamy prick, during every monthly bleeding, teardrops rolled down her whitish cheeks at nights and sorrowful cries were rolled out of her mouth in daytime. Though men surged for her beauty, she unceasingly felt the roses’ sorrow and heartbreak until the period ended. And that’s why the lady seemed mad during her periods.