Harsha 's POV :

Sighing , I put my hand under the tap letting the water wash away the blood .

I don't know why it still hurts ? It's been what : twelve years since that unfateful day and I'm not yet , able to forgive myself . I know somewhere in my heart that I'm not guilty but the other three quarters of my brain knows that if only I had been smart and not the same naive sixteen years boy then may be I could protect the trust of my loved ones ..

" There's no use of crying over spilled milk , " the reasonable part of my brain tells and I splash a handful of water on my burnt face . This burn on my right side of face , starting from my forehead to chin is the proof of my naiveness . It keeps reminding me of past never letting it to fade it's scars from my present and future ..

With a little struggle , I try bandaging my left hand using my right hand but I fail . Irritated at my lack of patience , I give up on bandaging . Being a lefty was always cool until few incidents happened ...

" Would she have woken up ? "

" You should give her time . "

My heart and brain do not synchronize and I'm left with an only option which is to distract myself from the black hair beauty .

I fish out my phone from my pocket and start checking my work related mails . After what seems like eternity , I get up restless and pick up my mask from the dressing table . Adjusting it to the exact part of my face where it's burned and scarred , I check myself again in mirror . I don't want her to be scared of me again .

It's been so long that I'm getting all decked up and for the first time I'm not at all self conscious of my facial appearance . May be because I know that Ishitha has no choice but to accept me ...

I'm all ready to check on my angel when I hear a feminine scream

" Nooooooooooooo................ "

followed by silence .

The silence seemed prolonging , never-ending . It reminded me of the calmness of sea before the storm . Before the whirls could turn into storm , I decided to calm it and just like that I open the door harshly and go to the beside room to see my angel unconscious sitting on the chair while Akhil stood there shaking his head sidewards as if thanking God for relieving him of such a responsibility while there was a woman clad in saree , beside him who is standing turning her face towards Ishitha .

She had a syringe in her hand and her back towards me .

" What the hell just happened ? " I ask frustrated at seeing Ishitha unconscious for the third time in a day ...

" We were just setting priorities right ," the woman replies and just by hearing her voice my blood ran cold . I feared that my mask would slip out of face as tears formed in my eyes ...

No , it cannot be possible . I try convincing myself but I know that I'm not delusional and she is actually here . With me , After twelve years ...