serene Feeling

"I…. I…ev….ever…every…. everyone…l…le…left….m…me. E….ever…everyone….h…ha…hate…m..me. N…no…o…one….l…lo…love…m….me." As Biya stepped into his room, she saw Sikandar Shah was lying on the bed with closed eyes. He was murmuring something to himself. Most probably, he was drowsy.

A bandage was tied on his forehead. While his arm and leg were hidden because of the comforter he was taking. Biya abruptly walked towards the bed. She leaned on him to try to listen to his murmuring. But she wasn't getting anything that he was saying.

She can clearly see the feeling of pain from the bruises on his face. With her trembling hand, she touched his extremely red face. And she felt as if she put her hand in a fire.

He was burning with fever.

"Ohh no, he is burning in a high fever that's why he is murmuring." Now Biya's anger and irritation for Sikandar Shah was replaced by her concern for him. After looking at him, now she was pacing in his room in restlessness.

"Why do I care? Let him die." And finall