* Please Read Book 1 before starting this one *
"Please tell me what should I do to have your trust back on me?"
She was begging him despite being so strong and bold.
His eyes shot an annoyed glance as he reacted, "Do yourself a favor and get out o...
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I was drinking, my hand was pouring another glass of vodka, and the drink didn't scorch my throat as much as the sole thought of Simran keeping my daughter away from me. Ruza is mine, I was assured in my heart but still, I needed to hear the truth from my ex-wife. For some reason I didn't have the strength to face her like this so I chose to take the backing of alcohol assuming I could gain more resilience over this matter despite my increasing hatred for her.
"Stop drinking like bewadha, you gadhe".
{ Bewadha - An alcoholic man, gadhe- an idiot}
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My eyes moved to Aarna who sat on the stool next to me with a carefree expression while two tiny hands were yanking my pants for attention. My gaze instantly lowered to Xarna who was skimming me slightly stumped and sighed heavily.
"Uncle, are you not okay? You are drinking a bad thing that eagerly means--"
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She paused, moving her puppy eyes at me while unable to make words, and then stuttered,"---- you are in a bad mood. Is it because of me?"
I shook my head and stroked hers. I put that glass away and knelt at her level to talk with her calmly despite that rage inside my head.
"It's not you, Xarna. You can't ever be a reason for my sadness cause you are the motive I still feel like a human despite everything".
She smiled and hugged me while her mother just narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously more like accusing me of being a liar.
