I let the cold water calm down my senses when it flow down my body. I just close my eyes and stand still beneath the shower.

I really need to calm my mind right now. Its just so confusing all of a sudden.

just yesterday, all was so good in the morning.

Only me and Sanyukta... We were so happy like a lovely couple.

Why Shreya have to come back.? Yes we had a past but that was just past. Now let it go. And just get lost.

And how the fuck she could get pregnant. She must be lying. I know how much can she stoop low. But how will I say this to Sanyukta? How will I make her believe? And about the deal? Will she believe me.? Fuck. She already must be so hurt when she come to know that it was just money his father give a thought. And on top of it. Even I kept her in shade instead of telling her.

When I saw her in the morning I was shocked, happy.. She is back. She didn't left me.

But for once I doubt, ....why?

and what kind of fuckard I'm. I said her a gold digger.

Out of all the world .. She can never be a gold digger. About this I'm damn sure whether we know each other or no. But I don't know why I said it.

Damn, I know everything about her. Everything. And how could I said her a gold digger. I'm stupid.

should I really have told her,  about the deal.???

But I never thought there was a need of telling her this. She is safe if she is out of all this. Her shitty father and ..

and that Shreya.

I don't even know why is she still roaming in my house. And even ....wearing my shirt. That shirt remind me of Sanyukta. My shirt look more better on Sanyukta.

I hear a slight knock on my room's door. I don't response, the door is already open. There was silence after that.

I know its her. Sanyukta. I can just feel her presence around me.

I remembered our morning encounter. I really didn't mean what I really said. I was just so much worried, irritated, angry that it just slip out of my mind that she is equally suffering as like me, or even more than me. I need to apologize.

I hurriedly finish my bath and wrapped a towel around my torso. Then click the door open.

There she is, standing near our bed. Looking as adorable as ever.

Clad in white crop top with black skinny jeans, her hairs dangling loose on her shoulders.

Do she even know how beautiful she is?

I look up to her beautiful face...and found her looking back at me with some mixed emotions. Her eyes reassembling how hurt she is.

I'm a jerk. A total jerk.

Soon a pang  of guilt hit my heart when I stare into her red rimmed puffy eyes. She must have cried.

Shit! What I have done?

I just want to go to her, hold her, console her, soothe her, hug her, kiss her and tell her that everything's gonna be alright. But I can't, because I myself don't know, is it ever going to be alright.?

Is it ever going to be like it was before.?

I'm just a stupid jerk, an asshole.

I look up at her but soon she looked away and if I'm not wrong I saw her cheeks getting red.

Why she is blushing???

Oh. I'm just in towel...

Soon she make her way to the cupboard clumsily and threw a brown sweatpants and white V-Neck T-shirt towards me. I hold them in time.

I tried but I can't keep my smile to myself.

Why she has to be so adorable all the time...?

She can make me forget all my problems just by her presence.

How she do it?

"If you don't want to turn more red, Don't turn around because I'm going change right here." I chipped. My voice coming out husky raspy and teasingly slow. Unintentionally.

She turn her head to the extreme corner after I notice her cheeks getting more bright red.

I cop up with the sweat pants easily but I stuck on wearing my T-shirt because of my wounded hands.

I don't know  did I wince or not. I think yes. Because Sanyukta head turn slightly and whisper...

"You okay?" In her sweet small voice.

"Uhh... I don't think so. I  might need a help." I chipped still struggling with my wounded hands.

Or just maybe a excuse to feel her... Close...

She turn around and give me a skeptical look as if saying 'you done that to yourself.'

she make her way to me and hold my wounded hand oh so softly...making sure not to hurt me.

She make me wear the T-shirt with little struggle but then frown at me while looking at my wounded hands.

She pull my hand gently and made me sit on the edge of the bed then she brought something from the shelf in the side.

A first aid kit...

she is so sweet... I feel my heart getting warm inside. How can I get do lucky...god...how?

Even I did so much ...wrong to her.. She is still helping me.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter...