"You support, Mayur?" I couldn't help from inquiring about it.

Diya passed me a glance, providing a small nod. "I don't trust him but maybe I would support an undercover agent over a criminal." I nodded at her conclusion, any decent human would come to the same conclusion than why was I finding it difficult? Somewhere, I feared trusting Mayur.

"But aunt is correct," she continued. "Nothing is more important to Mayur than his occupation," she was staring at me with seriousness. "He doesn't mind putting you into a hell, attacking you or striking a bullet into your shoulder through he could have opted for your heart." Her orbs not moving from mine even for a second.

I lowered my head, feeling difficult to breath in her presence. She didn't mind expressing the truth. "Have you met him? Is he alive?" Diya inquired, her voice was filled with sternness.

"No, I had asked but Mr Oberoi denied my request." I mumbled not having the courage to look into her accusing orbs.

"Is trusting a murderer, worth it?" She inquired after a minute of silence. "You're child was fortunate that it wasn't harm by that incident. But what if it was harmed? Would you still support Mayur? The murderer of your child?" She stared at me, the intensity was making me uncomfortable.

"Would a mother be able to forgive the murderer of her child?" My hands moved towards my grown bump, I could feel it's presence each time I put my hand on my stomach. Would I ever be able to forgive him for that?

"No," I shook my head. "I won't be able to forgive him."

"In the same manner Mr. Oberoi is finding it difficult to forgive people that have destroyed his life."

"What do you mean?" I stared at her in horror. What did she knew about Mr. Oberoi? How did she knew about it? "Diya, it will be better if you don't get engrossed into such matters." I stared at her in concern. "He isn't someone to get engrossed with!"

"He isn't as dangerous as you make it sound,"she mumbled.

"I had seen files of his deeds." I expressed, "Mayur had proof about his deeds. Individuals whom he tortured, killed! He isn't sane as you claim about him. It's not my disliking but his actions that label him as criminal."

"And yet he is the reason that you're safe. He is the reason that you're standing alive and is infront of me." Diya passed a glare in my direction. "The person standing outside, before your home is placed by him for your safety. He dragged you into the mansion because he was scared of lossing you. He claimed you as his wife infront of the vast audience because he didn't wanted those pictures to spoil your reputation, to point a finger on your character. Do you have idea if those pictures had come before media, what would have happen? He did that for you!" She was staring at me in disbelief, "why is it that difficult for you to understand?"

"He killed his wife! He killed Riddhi's mother! He make a small innocent kid an orphan, does it make him any less of monster?"

"Have you asked him, why he did it? Have you asked Mayur why he killed Riddhi's mother? No! You just accepted it! You're provided with proof that Mayur attacked you, he was on the verge of killing you yet you want to deny but you're ready to accept that Mr Oberoi is the culprit. You know, why?" She stared at me in sadness. "Accepting Mr Oberoi as criminal would prove your beloved Mayur innocent. You're dying to hear that he still loves you, care for you. It's high time you accept the truth!" Diya muttered before walking out of my room in anger. She was disappointed! Upset with me!

•••

Diya had walked out in anger and never backed into the house. I made my journey back to mansion, alone. Ronald provided a smile but I couldn't even fake one.

Diya words kept revolving in my brain. She had forced the truth, I was attempting to hide. I couldn't accept that Mayur didn't ever loved me. If I did, it meant I failed. I failed at my first attempt in love. Accepting that love between us faded away was easy than accepting there was never love from his side. Those orbs didn't lied to me! Those love and concern weren't fake!

"Ma'am," Ronald called. "Is there something I can help you with?" He inquired getting worried about my state.

"Can you make me meet Mayur?" I pleaded. "I need to meet him." I expressed my request.

"You need to talk about it to boss," he expressed.

"He won't ever agree," I mumbled.

"You shouldn't accept your defeat without trying," he attempted to put some hope into me.

•••

I had stayed up for his arrival. He was never home till midnight. I sighed as I glanced at the clock. How could he survive without eating for such long hours?

"Ma'am," one of the maid called me. "You should go and sleep," she expressed. "You should take rest, boss won't adore you waiting for him."

"I have something..." Before I could even complete the statement. We heard a loud noise, of glass shattering into pieces. The woman before me was shattered, as if afraid of something unknown. She scanned the surrounding, everyone had gone to their respective rooms. The dinning area was completely empty, the chill surrounding was making it seems more scary.

"I will go and look, you just stay behind." She requested as she made her way out of the dinning area. I glanced at the huge dinning area, table that could easily accommodate eleven to twelve individuals yet hardly two occupied it. Rich were strange! They had money but no humans to call their mansion, a home. I shook my head at my awful thoughts!

I waited and than waited, the clock kept moving but the lady wasn't back. I hesitated for a minute before raising from the chair and walking out of the dinning area. I could hear murmurs, curses coming from the living area. I kept moving in the direction until I recongnized one of those voice. Mr Oberoi was cursing someone badly! He was in one of his soar mood!

I sighed as I entered the living area. It was filled with numerous humans, much of them wearing those black jacket and black pant. Maybe those guards! They had gathered around the couch.

"I said, I am fine!" Mr Oberoi hissed, I could hear his voice but couldn't see him. Maybe he was sitting on the couch. I kept moving inside, curious to glance at him.

"You're wounded," came a reasoning. My orbs widen in horror as I got a glimpse of Mr Oberoi. He had shut his orbs in either exhaustion or pain. The black shirt was clinching to his body as the fibre of the shirt was soaked in a liquid. His face screamed exhaustion as he had leaned his head on the couch, his leg spreading around, while he attempted to lay on the it.

Blood was visible on his knuckles, he hissed in pain. There was no sight of injury yet he was injured.

"What happened?" I moved forward, grabbing the attention of the audience. Mr Oberoi orbs shot open at my voice, his exhausted black orbs staring at me in question.

"Ma'am..." Ronald bowed his head before me, "actually boss..." Before he could complete Mr Oberoi jumped in the conversation.

"What are you doing at such an hour?" He inquired as he attempted to raise from the couch, the groans and hiss leaving from his throat while the staff trying to make him seat. I glared at his direction. Why he had to act as if he isn't human?

"If you have forgotten I live here," I commented moving towards him. "And stop troubling them at midnight," as I erased the distance. I could smell alcohol from his body. It was as if he had bathed in alcohol. I hated the adore and yet I was standing beside him.

"I hadn't asked them to stay," his orbs soften. "They can do as their wish," he mumbled, his orbs not leaving mine for a second.

"You're not a teenager to come home all beaten up and drunk," I glared at him. My hands moving on their own account, inspecting those bruises on his knuckles. "You're father of a daughter, learn to behave!" I passed him a pointed look, "what example are you setting before her?"

"I don't give a damn and you know that!" He hissed in pain, I stared at him in horror. Had I done something?

"You need to be treated," I stared at him in concern.

"Oh! I don't have time for such bullshit," he groaned at the thought of it.

"Ronald," I called him.

"Yes!" He was beside me in a second.

"Give me the first-aid..." I ordered giving least importance to the stare I was offered with.

"Yes, ma'am..." I was soon handed with the equipment, I was in need of.

Mr Oberoi had a smirk playing on his face, "lay down!" I ordered, he stared at me in amusement. "I can't allow someone to bleed infront of my orbs."

"You won't be able to handle it," he warned. "Back off!"

"I won't! If you want to act stubborn so can I!" I expressed, he stared at me for a minute longer before allowing me to treat those wounds. None had moved from their respective place, they kept staring at us. It was getting distracting to focus when their orbs were fixed on me.

I brushed off the blood with the cotton before putting the ointment and wrapping it into a bandage. Those knuckles were badly injured as if he had hit something hard. "Were you planning to break it?"

"I am not that easy to be broken," his deep hoarse voice whispered in my ears, making me shiver. I provided him an annoyed glance as I moved from the couch. He stared at me in confusion, his drunken state made him less mysterious, his emotions were displayed on his face. He couldn't hide it behind his stern mask.

"I am done," I uttered. I turned to find that the rest had left. Suddenly I felt conscious of being left alone with Mr Oberoi until he grabbed my wrist.

"Stay," he whispered. "You promised to treat me," he mumbled softly. The way he voiced it out, it did something to my heart. My heartbeat beating anxiously as I turned to glance at him. His black orbs sparkling in the dim light. Why was he staring me like that? "There are wounds which hadn't being treated," he mumbled, pain visible in those orbs.

"Where?"

His bandaged hands moved to unbuttoned his black shirt. I felt uneasy as I stared at his mascular chest until my orbs noticed the damage.

"You're bleeding!" I shouted in horror. Damn blood! His abdomen was covered with the red fluid. My hands were shivering as my orbs were filled with tears. "We need to call doctor," I was beyond scared. My brain had stopped processing while my legs weren't ready to move. I had never seen such a blood in my life. I never was good with blood. It scared me!

"Ssh..." I felt his rough bandaged palm reaching to my cheek. "Calm down," he pressed. "Those aren't deep enough to kill me." He expressed, "it will heal on its own," he was on the verge of buttoning his shirt.

"What!" I reached to his hands, stopping him on his way. "Have you gone insane?" I stared at him in disbelief, "are you planning to kill yourself?" I pushed his hands off, as I forced myself to glance at his injury.

"Damn!" I took the cotton and attempted to wipe off the blood. "The cut are deep," I could see the mark of knife around his stomach. "Blood is still oozing out of it," I stared at those wounds in helplessness. "It needs to be stiched," I attempted to stand from the couch but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

"Don't leave me," he pleaded. "I won't be able to deal with the separation, not again. I will die," he were attempting hard to keep his orbs open. "Stay until my last breathe, atleast allow me to die peacefully in yours arms." He mumbled as he attempted to lean towards me, to reach me.

He closed his orbs as he laid on my lap. I stared at his face, sadness covering my heart. At that moment I realised, that I didn't adore the idea of his death.