Chapter 45: Chapter 45

"Mommy! See I drew this." Sweety showed me her drawing. I bought the book from her hand and was astonished by seeing her drawing skills.

"Wow!! It's beautiful." I was mesmerized by the beauty of her drawing. "Baby, did you draw this?" I asked once again to confirm whether I heard her correctly.

"Yeah!!!" she shook her head excitedly.

I drew my hand over the picture, an unknown smile grew on my face. She has painted of her, her daddy, and her mommy with Swollen stomach. It seems real as I can see our future through this.

Kayish has wrapped his hand around my stomach and held Sweety in his arms while we all are smiling our hearts out.

She designed everything clearly as to how she wanted her little family. "You did well." I kissed her forehead.

"This is me, this is dad, and this is you and baby." She pointed to my Swollen stomach.

"Who said baby is in mommy's stomach?" I inquired. She is so young to learn this thing by herself.

"Daddy said." Her face brightened by the mention of her dad.  "Dad helped me to draw this picture." She smiled.

"What else did he say?" I asked interestingly.

"Daddy said to take care of Mommy and baby and don't give you any trouble. And—" She tapped her temple trying to remember what else her dad said.

"And?" I encouraged her to continue.

"And—and--Ahhh! and he said I'm going to be a big sister!!! So, the responsibilities are all mine." She said proudly. I nodded my head as a comprehension, holding my moisturized eyes in the bay.

"I finished my homework, what else to do?" She looked at me with shining eyes. Normally, we used to cook together once she completes her homework. She is very excited about cooking.

"Okay...go and play with other kids." I shut my laptop and looked down at her.

"You don't want to play with me." she pouted her lips.

"Mommy is not well. Just one day. Tomorrow we will play. Okay?" I rubbed her hair. She was disappointed but thoughtfully nodded her head and ran out of the apartment.

I placed the book on the table and went back to my work but couldn't able to concentrate a bit. 'I don't want a murderer to be the father of my children. It's good for them to be fatherless.' Ohh!! God. Why did I say those words?

'First your child and now him. What's your problem?' I didn't even give him a chance to explain himself. I judged him blindly.

Today's incident haunted me to hell, I shouldn't have said those hurtful words. When Juliet said it was Harith, I went to his office to seek his forgiveness, but he was not there. His PA confirmed that he has no meeting with anyone.

Where would have he gone? The thought brought dread to my heart.

I called Rachel to ask about him, but she has no idea where he was gone. It gives me a giddy feeling to my stomach.

Ahh!! I buried my face between my palm and closed my eyes. Should I call him? No...hmm...maybe... but to interrupt my thought, my phone vibrated on the table and I looked at the Screen.

It's Rachel. Thank God. "Hi, Rachel. Did you hear about him?" I asked praying internally for hearing good news.

"Riya!" she sounds unsure.

"Huh? Is he okay?" my body shivered for an unknown reason.

"He is not okay. He has been drinking and throwing stuff here and there. He locked himself in the playroom and refused to open."

No, it shouldn't happen. What if he hurts himself? Different types of ugly scenarios popped into my mind causing me to shut my body with fear. I can't bear it if anything happens to him. Oh! God, please save him.

"I'm very scared, Riya. He didn't behave like this before. Come fast." She cried through the phone.

"I...I'm coming. Where is he?" I asked as some kind of cold air knocked my whole body making me numb.

"His penthouse. Please come fast. Only you can control him." She rushed. I hailed a cab and reached his penthouse exactly 30 minutes later. The watchman recognized me and opened the gate for me.

I felt a weird knot in my stomach remembering our first encounter in his place, that's not a pleasurable memory. I walked inside his penthouse and stood at the doorway, reluctant to enter.

"Hey! Riya." Rachel hugged me once she saw me standing there.

"How is he?" my voice cracked. "I don't know." She shook her head; her eyes were puffy and red. "He is not responding, he is still in his playroom."

"Where is—"

"There." She pointed her finger towards the room that I assume is his playroom. "Thanks!" I muttered and ran in the direction of where he is.

"Kayish! open the door." I banged the door but no response. "Kayish, please! It's me Riya. Open the door, please!!" I banged the door again but suddenly the door was opened, and I fell into his arm.

A gasp escaped from my mouth when I saw his blood-stained face. His hand was soaked with blood and a few drops of blood are falling on the floor continuously like water leakage.

"What happened to you?" I cupped his face within my palm. He leaned on my touch, his feature relaxed.

The room was completely spoiled by him. All the things were scattered on the floor including the antique sculpture which is one of his favorite collections.

"You are here for me." he managed to utter a word, but he is not stable. He has a sharp cut on his chin and a piece of glass stuck inside his wound visibly, it sent nausea to my stomach.

I covered my mouth and inhaled deeply to steady my solidity.

"You are bleeding." I stepped inside but he scooped me in his arms. "You may get hurt." He said and eyed on the floor. I followed his gaze and saw the broken glasses, which were scattered everywhere.

He started to walk towards another room having me in his arms. "I'm sorry," I whispered looking at his blue orbs. He gave me a weak smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Once he entered the room, he placed me on the bed and his eyes scanned my figure from top to bottom.

"Where is the first aid box?" I asked climbing out of the bed. "Sit, I will bring it." He said and disappeared from my sight. Seconds later, he brought a small white box and sat near me.

He opened the box and took the cotton then dipped it into the alcohol. First, I thought he is going to self nursing his wound, but he kneeled beside me and put my leg on his lap.

"What are you doing?" I furrowed my brow. "You shouldn't have been this much careless. See what happened to your leg." He pointed a finger and I noticed a small bloodstain on my leg, but I didn't feel any pain.

He cleaned the spot with the cotton and applied the ointment on my legs.

"Give it to me." I snatched the box from his hand and made him sit on the bed beside me. "You are severely injured. I will call the doctor." I stood up but he grabbed my hand and pulled me down on the bed.

"Stay with me." He whispered, I smelt the heavy mint of alcohol in his breath. I let out a loud sigh and started to nurse his wound. He stayed silent for the whole time just staring at me.

I wrapped the bandage around his palm and tied the knot at the edge of his thump, not too firmly. My hand trembled when I tried to remove the piece of glass from his chin.

For a second, I want to put the scissor down and run out of his room, but I can't leave him like this. Biting my tongue, I pulled the glass from his chin and in an instant, a pool of blood rolled down from his wound.

"The cut is so deep. Shou-- should I call the doctor?" He shook his head. I heaved a defeated sigh and applied the ointment on his chin, but he flinched and shoved my hand gently.

"Does it hurt?" I asked but he didn't respond instead kept staring at me. Cautiously, I nursed his wound and put the bandage on his chin.

"I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it. I shouldn't have said-" I wiped my tears.

"I killed my child." He said blankly, his eyes holding the same pain that I saw in his eyes when we were in the hospital.

"You didn't." I wiped his tears. "You are not responsible for our baby's death. You were not aware of my pregnancy, but I accused you of our baby's death.

"Nature did everything. We can't blame each other. I'm sorry for being cruel to you. I'm so sorry." I hiccupped.

"Shhh." He put his forefinger on my mouth. "it's not your fault, I'm such an ass. Please forgive me." he hugged me, his chin resting on my shoulder.

I rubbed his back up and down slowly, soothing nothing but smoothening words. He looks like a wounded animal and I don't have a mind to push him away. We remained like this for what seemed to be an hour.

I looked around the room and recognized that he brought me to his room, but the room looks different than earlier. I can't say exactly how was it before, but it brings something peace inside my heart like I am in my home.

And my eyes landed on the wall where I could see the pictures of me and my daughter. My heart mellowed seeing every picture in his room.

He has a collection of our photos and framed everything neatly on his wall like a treasure and lived his life with our memories.

How a man can love someone this intensely? Unknowingly, a pearl of tears rolled down my cheeks.

Once again, he proved his love for me is eternal but I'm not ready to accept him. Am I? I need time, I can't give anything right this moment.

"I'm a selfish bitch," I whispered.

"Kayish." I shook his body, but he passed out on my shoulder. Gently, I laid him on the bed and placed the pillow under his head. He is sleeping peacefully like an angel with an open mouth. I removed his shoes followed by his suit and tie.

"Good night." I planted a kiss on his forehead before walking out of the room. "Please take care of him," I asked Rachel who nodded her head sincerely and left his penthouse leaving my heart wandering around him.

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