"I love you, Mommy!! You are the best Mom ever." She said rubbing her eyes.

"Sleep baby, Mommy will tell your favourite story." I stroked her forehead and planted a soft kiss before pulling the blanket over her.


I stayed with her telling her a bedtime story until she fell asleep; On the other hand, he was standing beside the table just watching us.

I could sense that he has something to do with Sweety's confession but I'm not going to confront him, truth to be told he is the reason why my baby is alive despite he had caused everything from the beginning.

Giving her one last peck on her forehead I stood on the place ready to leave, but he stopped me grabbing my hand. "I want to talk to you." He asked somehow his voice held some emotions that I didn't feel before.


"I don't want—"

"Please." He added cut me off in my mid-sentence.


"Okay." I let out a loud sigh. I can't run from him not after when he knew everything. I wanted to talk with him too, especially, ask him to stay out of my life and my baby's. Maybe it's a good time to discuss things between us.

To be continued---

"Not here," I said and walked towards my room. Once we reached my room he closed the door and stood there at the entrance.

"Don't think to take my baby's custody. I will fight until my last breath" I began not giving the room to any argument.

"I'm sorry." He blurted out looking at the ground not having enough courage to face me. How the man will get courage when he created all the damage by himself.

"Sorry for what?" I sneered. If he thinks a single sorry will bring everything back, then I will show him how wrong he was. All the emotions I held inside was ready to burst out.

"For dumping me? or taking my baby's life?" I yelled in front of his face and broke down into tears; the loss of my baby is still haunting me.

"Please Riya, Calm down. It's not good for our baby." He took me in his arms and engulfed me in a hug.

"Our baby?" I threw him a disgusting look. "It's my baby!! you have no rights over this baby nor Sweety." I glared at him through my glossy eyes.

He has guts in his nerve or else he would never dare to say like that. "Let me go" I wiggled from his grip and he loosened his hold on me.

"I'm really sorry Riya but please give me a chance to amend my mistakes." He stroked my hair gently.

"I don't need you anymore," I whispered somehow, I wonder why it affects me more when I declared the truth to him. Yes! I have no feeling for him, yet, my heart clenched with pain.

He shook his head disapprovingly. "you are just saying but deep down you know that you are not meant this." He confessed.

"I know I have a place in your heart somehow it's not fair enough for you to realize how you are feeling for me but that is enough for me to start my life again with you." He said with hope-filled eyes. I don't know what made him think like that, but I really hate his guts.

"It will happen only in your dream." I turned my heels and sat on the bed when I felt my leg will give up anytime soon.

"Whatever you say. But I want you back in my life. I can't see you suffer alone. I will have you soon." He challenged me, his voice held solid firm which would send a shiver to anyone else but we both know it won't work on me.

"Please leave me." Finally, I gave up. I have no energy left to argue with him.

"I can't," he said his features held so much emotion; maybe hurt or regret? Whatever.

"You used me for your -"

"We both knew who initiates at first-" He cut me off in my mid-sentence pointing the truth. "But I'm not here to blame you, neither regret the moment. It was just an accident, I feel responsible too." He inhaled deeply before continuing his phrases.

"We have our baby on the way. The baby needs both his/ her parent's support and Sweety needs too." He stopped. "Please at least give it a try, we can work out through this together." His eyes got glossy.

"It's not a game Mr. Miller. I can't give you a chance whenever you want. My heart is not made up of any metal rod. It's my life and I decided that I don't need you anymore." I gave him my stern reply.

He sniffed somehow hiding his pain once again he mumbled. "As you say, but I will try my best to get you back. If it costs my life too." This guy never takes 'No' in his life. Now what made him think to sacrifice his life? Did I ask any? But for some unknown reason, my heart skipped a beat.

Why did I was born way too good? Didn't the world cause me enough damage? Why did I still feel pain over others?

"And what made you think you will win at the end?" I asked even though I want to get rid of him from this room as soon as possible, but I can't help, instead, asked.

"You didn't let any men come to your life after me. That's enough for me to win you back by your own will." He tried to hide his smirk but failed horribly.

"Then good luck," I defended before making myself comfortably sit on the bed. In no time, the nurse entered my room with the syringe in her hand.

Ohooo!! Not again.

"Hello, mam. How are you feeling?" She asked me politely.

"I'm good." I gave her a weak reply. My throat felt sore, so I grabbed the water from the table and gulped down a large amount of water in one shot.

"It's time to take your medicines." She handed me a giant red oval shape tablet and a small brown round jelly tablet. I shoved the tablet deep down into my throat and drank the water immediately.