"Okay...go and play with other kids." I shut my laptop and looked down at her.

"You don't want to play with me." She pouted her lips.


"Mommy is not well. Just one day. Tomorrow we will play. Okay?" I rubbed her hair. She was disappointed but thoughtfully nodded her head and ran out of the apartment.

I placed the book on the table and went back to my work but couldn't able to concentrate a bit. 'I don't want a murderer to be a father of my children. It's good for them to be fatherless.'

Ohh!! God. Why did I say those words?


'First your own child and now him. What's your problem?' I didn't even give him a chance to explain himself. I judged him blindly.

And also today's incident is haunting me to hell, I shouldn't have said those hurtful words. When Juliet said it was Harith who hit edward, I went to his office to seek his forgiveness, but he was not there. His PA confirmed that he has no meeting with anyone.


Where would he has gone? The thought brought dread to my heart.

I called Rachel to ask about him, but she has no idea where he has gone. It gives me a giddy feeling to my stomach.

Ahh!! I buried my face between my palm and closed my eyes. Should I call him? No...hmm...maybe... but to interrupt my thought, my phone vibrated on the table and I looked at the Screen.

It's Rachel. Thank God. "Hi, Rachel. Did you hear about him?" I asked praying internally for hearing good news.

"Riya!" She sounds unsure.

"Huhh? Is he okay?" My body shivered for an unknown reason.

"He is not okay. He has been drinking and throwing stuff here and there. He locked himself in the playroom and refused to open."

No, it shouldn't happen. What if he hurts himself? Different types of an ugly scenario popped onto my mind that shut my body with fear. I can't bear if anything happens to him. Oh! God, please save him.

"I'm very scared, Riya. He didn't behave like this before. Come fast." She cried through the phone.

"I...I'm coming. Where is he?" I asked as some kind of cold air knocked my whole body making me numb.

"His penthouse. Please come fast. Only you can control him." She rushed.

I hailed a cab and reached his penthouse exactly 30 minutes later. The watchman recognized me and opened the gate for me.

I felt a weird knot in my stomach remembering our first encounter in his place, that's not a pleasurable memory. I walked inside his penthouse and stood at the doorway, reluctance to enter.

"Hey! Riya." Rachel hugged me once she saw me standing there.

"How is he?" My voice cracked. "I don't know." She shook her head; her eyes were puffy and red. "He is not responding, he is still in his playroom."

"Where is—"

"There." She pointed her finger towards the room that I assume was his playroom. "Thanks!" I muttered and ran in the direction of where he is.

"Kayish! open the door." I banged the door but no response. "Kayish, please! It's me Riya. Open the door, please!!" I banged the door again and suddenly the door was opened, and I fell into his arm.

A gasp escaped from my mouth when I saw his blood-stained face. His hand was soaked with blood and a few drops of blood are falling on the floor continuously like water leakage.

"What happened to you?" I cupped his face within my palm. He leaned on my touch, his feature relaxed.

The room was completely ruined by him. All the things were scattered on the floor including the antique sculpture which is one of his favourite collections.

"You are here for me." He managed to utter a word, but he is not stable. He has a sharp cut on his chin and a piece of glass stuck inside his wound visibly, it sent nausea to my stomach.

I covered my mouth and inhaled deeply to steady my solidity.

"You are bleeding." I stepped inside but he scooped me in his arms. "You may get hurt." He said and eyed on the floor. I followed his gaze and saw the broken glasses, which were scattered everywhere.

He started to walk towards another room having me in his arms. "I'm sorry," I whispered looking at his blue orbs. He gave me a weak smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Once he entered the room, he placed me on the bed and his eyes scanned my figure from top to bottom.

"Where is the first aid box?" I asked climbing out of the bed. "Sit, I will bring it." He said and disappeared from my sight. Seconds later, he brought a small white box and sat near me.

He opened the box and took the cotton then dipped it into the alcohol. First, I thought he is going to self nursing his wound, but he kneeled beside me and put my leg on his lap.

"What are you doing?" I furrowed my brow. "You shouldn't have been this much careless. See what happened to your leg?" He pointed a finger and I noticed a small bloodstain on my right leg, but I didn't feel any pain.

He cleaned the spot with the cotton and applied the ointment on my right leg.

"Give it to me." I snatched the box from his hand and made him sit on the bed beside me. "You were severely injured. I will call the doctor." I stood up but he grabbed my hand and pulled me down on the bed.

"Stay with me." He whispered, I smelt the heavy mint of alcohol in his breath. I let out a loud sigh and started to nurse his wound. He stayed silent for the whole time just staring at me.

I wrapped the bandage around his palm and tied the knot at the edge of his thump, not too firmly. My hand trembled when I tried to remove the piece of glass from his chin.

For a second, I want to put the scissor down and ran out of his room, but I can't leave him like this. Biting my tongue, I pulled the glass from his chin and in an instant, a pool of blood rolled down from his wound.