After another weekAt NightAnirudh's p.o.v"Once there was a beast and a beautiful princess. The beast was very bad and hurt the princess badly. The princess cried and cried but the beast never shows any mercy. He punished the princess maliciously without any reason. But, somehow the beast understands his mistake and asked for forgiveness from the princess. Do you think the princess will forgive the beast?" I asked my little kittens who are now in my embrace and hearing stories. I am patting their small heads to make them sleep. They are now in my room. Their mother went to her room saying that she will be back very soon. But she isn't here yet. I am wondering why she isn't here yet! I think I should go and check on her.I asked again," do you think the princess will forgive the beast?"

Author's p.o.vIt's early in the morning and everyone is sleeping in Anirudh's mansion. Only one person isn't sleeping. That person is none other than Aradhiya. She is sitting in an easy chair near a window. She is sitting hugging her knees and curled up into a ball. She is looking outside and seeing that the sun is rising. She is totally absent-minded and thinking about everything. She remembered her childhood, her mother and her beautiful life until she was kidnapped. Remembering all those good times a smile formed on her lips.Then, she remembered those 4 months when she was here in this mansion as Anirudh's captive. How she was raped every day, how she was beaten into a pulp, how she was humiliated, how she was used as Anirudh's property! Thinking all this, a few drops of tear roll down from her eyes. She is now thinking about her present situation. She is thinking about Anirudh. Whenever she though

Aradhiya's p.o.v" Ma, I am feeling too much cold," Avni said sneezing. She curled herself into a ball in my embrace.I can feel my little child's body has turned cold. She can not tolerate too much cold. I pulled herself more into my chest and covered her body with my saree's edge. Ishaan is also feeling cold. My little boy is too much afraid and holding my arm tightly. He is also shivering because of cold.I cooed on Avni's ear, " It's ok baby. Everything will be fine. Ma is here. Ma will protect you". I can see Avni's face and body are becoming pale. I am now worried too much. What if something happens to my little child!! I am holding her tightly so that she can feel my body warmth and relax for some time.Now, I am patting Ishaan's head when he said with his innocent voice, " Ma, that tall uncle is very bad. He slapped me on my face and pushed Avni

After One weekAuthor's p.o.vIt's been one week since Ishaan is in coma. When Aradhiya came to know that her son is in the coma she became numb. She can not believe that her little naughty son is in coma. She can not believe that her son has stopped calling her ma. She can not believe that her son isn't playing with army car anymore. She is feeling like she has really lost her son.And for all this, she is blaming Anirudh. In this one week, Aradhiya didn't talk with Anirudh. She is always with her son. She never leaves Ishaan's side. Every day her father and her brother have to come and they forcefully feed her. Otherwise, she almost stopped her eating.Avni is with her father and Anirudh is taking care of her. Aradhiya tires to send her with her Nana and Mama but she refused and she has become more clingy to her father.

At NightAt Aradhiya's houseAradhiya's p.o.v" I want to sleep with papa. Why didn't you take him here with us" Avni asked me crying.I said to her wiping her tears," Sleep with ma, ok. Come to ma. I will tell you a story".But, she doesn't hear any of my words. She started jumping from bed to couch and couch to bed. She is now irritating me too much.Ishaan has already slept because my son's wound hasn't healed yet. He needs rest. He also cried for his father but somehow I managed him and make him sleep. Ishaan isn't stubborn like Avni. Though he is short-tempered but he always hears his mother's words.But Avni is too much stubborn. She is making me mad for her father. She is crying non-stop for her father.  I hold her in my embra