The vase hits the marble floor and shatters into pieces. She grabs the pillow and flings it at the wall. I take the last spoonful of the strawberry ice cream watching her. I glance at the second bowl. Ice cream is melting, making a pool in it, "Can I eat your ice cream, It's so delicious." I glance at angry Sas.           She glares at me. It doesn't happen when she gives me a withering look, "She threatens to kill you. You wanna eat ice cream." She bellows, placing her hand at the side of her hip.           "I won't let her do it. Simple!" I smile. Her raged expressions say, she won't convince with just a smiling face. How could I assure her?           "What if she did?" She hits the other vase with the back of her hand. I grab the bowl and shove another spoo

                              A sigh rips from me. I don't wanna imagine. The guard hands me my purse. I immediately open it and turn the mirror to the side of my forehead. It's looking pretty bad. I wipe the blood with the handkerchief. It brings more blood. I hold it over it and put some pressure to stop it from bleeding.         Kadam pulls the car in front of the hospital. I stare at the board for a few seconds before speaking, "Why are we here?" I ask him with a frown and feel the pain. It didn't hurt when I got it. But now it's hurting like h***.         "You need stitches, ma'am," he says, stepping ou

                          I park the car behind his car and stare at my clutch in my lap. I take out my phone, stepping out of the Jeep. I hit on his number when there was no message on the screen.        My heart begins to thud loudly. It's unreachable. I bring it before my eyes with pursed lips. I try it again. I stare at Kadam. He stands tall inspecting the surroundings, "Do you need to tell me something?" I've strong feeling. He knows.        "Yes, ma'am. Boss will be busy." He says.           I glance at him for more. He turns back to check the surroundings.        I shake my head, "That's it?" I ask him.        "Yes, ma'am." He says.       I purse my lips again. When was he going to tell me? I click o

                              That night I fell asleep with his arms around me after our making. His arm is locked around me. I look for my clothes and his arm around me stops me from moving. I glance at his shirt on the marble floor. Pushing myself ahead, I try to grab it. My fingers still couldn't reach it. I watch it with a slight furrow between my brows. I tried one again.         His arms tighten around my waist and tug me back to his hard chest, "What are you doing, Love?" He asks in his sleepy soft voice.        Swivelling my neck I look at his face, "It's going to be seven. We need to dress up." I say.         I push the locks of his dark hair away from his face, "Am I going to see your beautiful eyes?" My voice is barely above a murmur.        He snaps his e

                       Gradually my consciousness returns. My head is pounding. It's hurting and feeling as it will burst. Instead of a valour mattress, I'm feeling cold hard metal beneath my body. I can hear muffled crying. I know this voice. I recognized it immediately. I wasn't sure. I was dreaming or it was reality, someone was injecting me. I couldn't decipher, couldn't see him, it was dark around me.        I can hear some mumbles too. But that isn't my concern for now. My concentration is on the familiar voice.        I snap open my eyes when I hear my mind shouting at me that Sas is crying she must be in trouble. I squeeze my eyes again against the bright daylight. My heart is pounding in my ears. I blink rapidly, adjusting my sight against the bright light.         Am I dreaming? I don't remember coming here.&