"I couldn't..." Before I finish my sentence a hand contacted my cheek making me fall on the floor. "I'm ashamed of you, having you as my brother is my worst sin." Rachel spat and grabbed Karan's hand to storm out of the hospital.

"Rachel, stop. Please, don't leave me. I need you now. Ple.. Please." I grabbed her hand in an attempt to stop her.


"Don't touch me." She retrieved her hand away as my touch burning her. "Where did you go when she needs your help? What were you doing, when she was suffering through her whole life.. Huh?" She threw me a disgusting look.

"I don't know anything..." She raised her hand to stop me.

"Now, don't beg me like a coward, you lose everything, I mean everything." It's my first time I saw her losing her temper. It seems she is ready to kill me.


"What you said?" She fisted her hand ready to attack her enemy. "You said you break up with her because she left you for another man!!! Now, who left whom? You bastard!! You framed all your lies!!!" She yelled.

"Calm down, please. Don't do this, it's... it's not good for your babies. Please." She shook her head and took two steps away from me.


"Don't act you are caring for me and my babies. You killed your own child. If you had with her, she never had lost her baby." Her every word stabbed me in my heart making me bleed internally.

"Rachel.." Mark came on time and made her sit on the chair. "Please take me home." I heard her asking Mark. He nodded his head and helped her to stand up.

He has no clue what happened here but he obliged what his wife said. Giving me one last glance he guided her towards the elevator.

Mine to call as a sister left me not wanting me anymore. She was there for me to encourage my everything but now, she is ashamed of me. I let my tears fall down.

"I deserved this. I deserved this. I deserved this.." I started to punch the wall again and again.

She went through so much pain, it eats me alive. Oh, God! Why I was so stupid!!!

"Why you didn't tell me, earlier," I asked Juliet who has buried her face between her palms. "That's never going to change anything." She gave me a stern reply.

I don't like it when people treat me like this but today I'm nothing but a useless fellow. I failed to protect my girl and my baby. I failed to be a good father. I failed her everything.

The thinking of her wandering around the street is killing my every part alive. Why did I do it to her?  Why was I so blinded by silly revenge? Why God? Why you didn't stop me?

Thousands of scenarios were started to play to my mind. My babies would have starved for food; he would felt so much pain before he dies. She would have lost her sanity when she lost our baby.

I want to be with her. I want to take care of her, I want to be in all her difficulties but I can't change anything. If it's possible, I will change the clock and amend my mistakes.

But It was already done. I lost my baby. I lost.. I lost. I lost. I threw the continuous punch on the chair making my flesh ripped open.

She lost so much blood, it should have hurt her more. Oh, God! Why did she experience these pain? Give all the pain to me, not her.

Why you didn't punish me while I am the one who committed all the mistakes? Don't you know she is an innocent dove? Then why you were so cruel to her? What did she do to you? My heart clenched with pain but this is nothing when I compared to her pain.

What kind of man I am? I have a daughter but she is lying on the bed between the battle of life and death. I have a son but he was dead already.

Here, my girl is admitted to the ICU ward and I am nothing but watching everyone suffering. I want her to suffer but not like this. I didn't think this in my dream too. I love her, I want my girl back.

I wiped my tears and stood up from my chair. "Juliet please watch over them, I will be back." She didn't even look at me. "Please..." I begged. Finally, her eyes met mine and she gave me a small nod.

I informed the doctor to call me when she gets conscious back before I flew to California to meet my son.

I reached California at 6 in the evening and drove my car towards my destination. My heartbeat increased rapidly every second when I reached the graveyard where my child is sleeping peacefully.

I broke down into tears and kneeled beside the grave, hugging my baby into my arms I sobbed hardly. It's my first time I failed everything as a good dad, I wish it will never continue in the future.

"I'm sorry, baby. Dad failed you." I cried. "I have no right to seek your apology but please forgive me." I buried my face on his grave. I felt all her pain, it should have taken a huge time to recover.

"Karlous Jemin Kader." I whispered his name which was written on his grave in white letters. I brought my lips between my teeth and shut my eyes to control my sob. It's my entire fault. He would be alive if it hadn't my fault.

I stayed with my son for what seemed to be an hour. The phone call snatched me from my miserable thought. I attended the call and talked to the doctor.

I let out a long sigh. "She is getting her conscious slowly, will awake anytime soon." The doctor informed me.

"I will visit you often." I kissed his grave and walked towards my car but it's not that easy.