Heartless Husband

-chapter nineteen-

-vedika-

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The dripping of red scented the air with blood. Screams and gunshots.

"Mumma... wake up. Please."

A soft and warm touch trailed down from my forehead to my cheeks before my eyes shot up to face the marble ceiling different from the parking lot. The ground all of a sudden felt delicate underneath me. The musky manly scent surrounding the air was different from the smell of the blood in the parking lot or my apartment.

"Her heart is beating," the meek voice sounded again as I gazed down to find my daughter placing her ear to my chest, rhythming the beats of my aready heart as I lifted an tired hand on her back.

"Shravani?"

Her glossy eyes lifted to meet mine as a smile of relief spread through her tear-streaked face. "Mumma's awake," she yelped before jumping on with her hands wrapping around my shoulders.

"How long have I been unconscious?" I murmured as I looked through the room familiar to my eyes.

"Three hours."

I hadn't expected the velvety voice beside me to startle me enough to jump on the bed slightly but Shravani's tiny weight had stopped me from falling. My eyes lifted up to find him already looking at me with burning eyes and coldness in his face. He was in another fresh pair of clothes different from the one that I had seen him which dripped in blood.

I racked my eyes through his body in attempt to search any fresh injury but expect the small visible cut on his jaw, I saw none which meant he was fine. Standing cold, composed and grumpy as ever. 

"Abhi said you fell?" Shravani's squeal had made my staring break from his face to back looking at her. Judging by the composed demeanour he placed up in front of us told me that he must have lied. I glanced at him to find him raising an eyebrow in an anticipation of my answer.

"Yes but I was just trying to save an wild old dog, Shravani."

Vedika: 1

Abhimanyu: 0

A soft frown made its way to Shravani face. "How so?" She asked as if I had told her again that Santa Claus didn't existed last Christmas. She had refused to believe me and I since then, I knew it would be waste for energy to tell her again.

"Well, Shravu, he was dirty, big and so bad that he almost got himself into trouble."

"Bad and dirty... eeew."

"Okay, that's enough!" Abhimanyu's voice firmed into the room like a sword kept on someone's neck, lurking to chop off the head if made a wrong move. I bit back a small smile with a expression on his face when he picked Shravani in his arms.

"Quel figlio di puttana!'' That son of a bitch. A loud voice made me look at the doorway to find Roman with a dead-set glare casted over the white bandage on his left bicep as he entered the room in a black vest with curses lingering at the tip of his tongue.

"It hurts like a puttana del cazzo, boss" Fucking whore. Roman exaggerated with a hiss in his voice as he looked straight at Abhimanyu.

"Not another word, Roman," Abhimanyu warned and I saw Roman clamping in his lips shut at the command and looked at me. "How are you?" I asked, eyeing the cast on his arm I had no doubt which he complaining about.

"Alive." The ends of lips twitched up with humour in his amber eyes. "Alive?" Shravani broke in, turning her head from me to face Roman but Abhimanyu placed his large hand behind her neck to stop her head from turning completely. I guessed he didn't wanted to see our daughter the cast on Roman's arm.