Chapter 36: Chapter 36

Sheila's POV:

He cupped my face and wiped my tears which were running through my cheeks like an Angel Fall. He brought his forehead to mine, his mini breath caressed my cheeks lovingly. "I thought I lost you." He barely whispered.

"But I'm still alive for you." I smiled at him.

He let out a small chuckle and pecked my lips. "You must be otherwise I would hunt the whole world down." his facial expression changed into serious when he said those words as he meant every sentence.

"Harry!"

"Hmm?--"

"You got your memory back," I said as excitement filled my whole body.

He looked at me then pecked my lips once again. "Yes, I have but it has nothing to do the love I feel for you. You are my everything, Sheila. You have no idea how I was broken thinking that I had lost you."

I inhaled deeply before letting out my anxiety, "I am afraid of losing you too when Quinn said you didn't remember me. My world collapsed the moments I opened my eyes and came to know that you were no longer in my life." My eyes shed some tears and he wiped it with his thump.

"You know what? I never ever adore a crying beauty so please don't cry. I feel weak whenever I see you in this state, it's because I am the one who causes you pain but I want you to be happy for our whole life."

"I'm not crying, it's just out of happiness." He nodded his head and pulled me into his arms.

"I really missed your warm beauty against me. You are the cure of my illness, you are the light of my life. If you go, my life would be miserable."

I let out a small chuckle. "Harry! When did you start to write poetry? It’s not suites you. Don't ever change yourself for anyone, because I like the old Harry who was always so rude and bitter, especially having that 'Urr' expression." I teased him.

"Anything for you, baby!! I am more than what you think! But truth to be told you have changed me a lot. I can't believe this, I have fallen for a girl after what happened to me, but I madly in love with you. I will go to the edge of the world to bring you back."

His face dropped a bit when his eyes landed on my left shoulder which was fully wrapped by the bandage. "Does it cause pain?" He asked feeling guilty.

I shook my head. "I'm fine, Harry! Don't feel sorry. It's not your fault." I wrapped my right hand over his shoulder and placed my face on his chest, his steady heartbeat calm me down and smoothening my every cell in my body.

I heard a gasp from our behind that made me look around and I meet a wide-eyed Quinn standing there in a doorway along with Kevin who has a blank expression on his face as usual.

I wanted to cry but I hardly controlled my sob because I made a promise to him and I don't want to break them in a day.

She just stood there without uttering any words, but I know her mind has been filled with full of random questions. "Quinn! He remembers me." I smiled at her.

"But... but he--- how?" She asked unable to process further.

"I give you guys some time alone," I said and looked at him.

"Please stay with me." He pleaded desire was filled in his voice.

"I need to go, Harry! You have to clear up more things between you." I pecked his cheeks and walked away. When I reached the door, I smiled at them and walked into my rooms.

I can't believe this. I thought it was hard to bring him back into my life but just a miracle happened and he is still into me.

I grinned and went to bed. A lot has changed but he is the same Harry who I have known from the beginning.

Ten days have passed and now we have discharged from the hospital. We spent our time in the hospital bed doing nothing but laying on the bed, some called this bed rest and I don't want to take these kinds of rest anymore.

Seriously, this is killing me whenever I try to walk or stand they simply called to take a rest until we certify you are okay.

But all the time Harry ended up in my bed, sleeping peacefully beside me. I don't know when he sneaks my room and made himself comfortable on my bed, pulling me close to his chest. But he did.

Quinn was mad at him when she learned the truth that he was pretending all this time, but she eventually understood and forgave him.

Things are back to normal and I am happier than ever thinking he is back to his normal life.

When his dad asked him about the earliest accidents, he said he was not sure of the incidents and don't want to discuss further and end the conversation briefly. It seems he is hiding something from us but I don't want to pressurize him if he wants he will tell us.

"What are you thinking? We reached." His voice brought me back from my own imaginary world.

"Nothing! Just spacing out," I answered.

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It's been a month since the tragedy had happened and we are almost fine, but Harry seemed to keep distant from us.

Exams are near, but he seems didn't care about his studies. He is behaving so weird for these past days and now he has gone to NYU, without giving any proper explanation.

I have a feeling that he is maintaining a distance from me, but I put the thought in the back of my mind and focused on my assignment.

Harry's POV:

Today was a very hectic day. I am on my way back to India to see my girl's angelic face.

When I met Alyssa Rose at her usual hanging place in one of the popular clubs where I know I would found her there without effort, I dragged her out of the club. Her eyes widened when she saw me but soon it replaced as a shock.

"Harry! Is that you?" She barely whispered.

"Why? Haven't you expected my arrival here? What would you think? I would have six feet under the ground? Huh!!" I mocked her angrily.

"No! It’s not like that. I mean, how are you?" She asked making myself chuckle.

"Get rid of your attitude, Alyssa. It doesn't suit you. I know what kind of girl you are and how you planned my death." I snapped her.

Her eyes get glossy, but she blinked it back. Oh, God! She is getting my nerve.

"I didn't plan your dead. It's... It was my dad." She whispered.

"What?" I almost shouted hearing her words. Why did her dad want my dead?

"But why?"

"Because he lost his shares in STR industries and he thought our break up is the main reason why your dad sold the shares to another person."

"I tried to stop him, but he beat me and locked me in the room. I even tried to call you, but you didn't attend my call." Finally, she sobbed.

I wanted to trust her but what if it is one of her games? She has been known as a well-known liar.

"And your dad didn't satisfy the idea of me doing good so he planned to kill me when I was with my girlfriend and masked this as an accident, isn't he?" I asked gritting my teeth.

"What do you mean?" She asked wiping her tears.

"Don't say you have no idea about the accident that your dad planned to kill me again. If I report it to the cops, he will spend his remaining time behind the bar." I warned.

She let out a small chuckle. "Harry! He has been in his wheelchair for a year ago and he couldn't even able to remember his own name. Then how it could be possible to plan a murder?"

"What do you think, am I here to believe all your bullshit?" I asked finding the whole situation irritating.

"If you are not ready to believe my words then come with me. I will show you where he is and how he is doing." Her confidence filled voice was enough for me to believe that she is stating the truth.

"No need. But if I happen to know that you were behind this, I won't hesitate to sue out of this country." I gave her a last warning before walking out of the bar.

If she didn't plan the accident then who would be? My mind won't get any peace until I discover the truth.

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When I reached my room I threw my body on the bed and relaxed a bit, sleep immediately consumed me the moments I closed my eyes.

The smell of Chicken rice filled my nostril and I know Sheila is cooking her favorite meal.

I rubbed my eyes and climbed out of my bed. I grabbed my towel and walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower. I want to talk with her; she would be mad at me.

I changed into my black T-shirt and Grey sweatpants after the shower. I glanced at her room but the room was closed. So she might be in the kitchen.

I directly walked into the kitchen to see her cutting vegetables, but her concentration was not on the vegetables.

"You might be cut your finger," I said and hugged her behind.

She jolted but relaxed when she saw it was me. She didn't utter any word instead of continued to cut the damn vegetables.

"Sheila!"

No response.

"Sheila, baby!"

No response.

"Sheila!!!!"

She turned her head and gave me a hard glare.

"Look, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me." Oh, God! I can't bear if she stays mad at me the whole day.

"Who told you I am mad at you?" she turned her attention towards the stove and again started to cut the vegetables.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards my chest. "I'm really sorry. I just wanted to protect you."

"At least, you have to tell me where you are going and what for, but you didn't. You treated me like a third person. Who I am to you, Harry?" She asked.

I inhaled deeply and set her on the chair. "Sheila, I have been to NYU to fix some problems. That’s it. If I told you anything about it, you would be worried about me. That's why I didn't tell you earlier." I tried to explain my points as smoothly as I can.

She looked at me and gave me a small nod gesturing me to continue. So I explained everything to her and her mouth formed a big "O" shape when I finished.

"Harry! If she didn't then who did to us?" she asked thinking deeply searching herself for any clue.

"I have no idea, Sheila. But I can assure you that it won't happen in the future." I gave her a small peck on her forehead.

"Okay... let eat then. I am hungry."

She stood up from her place and I helped her cooking. I don't know how to cook but I'm eager to learn it for her.

Later, we bot eat our dinner peacefully. Quinn and Kevin went for an outing.

"Good night Sheila!" I dropped her in her room.

"Good night Harry!"

After saying our good night, I headed back to my bed but couldn't able to sleep. How could I get a peaceful sleep knowing the traitor is still outside still wanting my dead?

I have no idea who did to us and how I am going to find them.

I let out a long sigh and watched the ceiling until sleep consumed my whole body.

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