The Echo of First Love

Chapter 3

Meera's POV

It has been 2 months since I met him. After that, we occasionally spoke in meetings, but I always ignored him. I can always feel his intense gaze on me, but I choose to ignore him. The less I see, the less I'll harm myself. But whenever Angel came to me, she would always sit in my lap and play. I developed a strong bond with her. I still don't know who his wife is. But whoever she is, she is one lucky women. I never thought much about this topic because it caused me anguish. But angel? She was my little companion. Every time I played with her, my pain subsided and I felt at ease.

We truly bonded, and there were occasions when I noticed him looking at us in unusual ways. But again, I choose to ignore it.

My phone rang as I was penning down all of my ideas in my diary. It was midnight. Who will call me at this hour? It was an unknown number. I picked up.
"Hello," I inquired.

"Hey," it was him. That was his voice. I looked at the number and pinched myself to get out of this dream.No, it was not a dream.
"Hi," I murmured again and then became silent.

"Can I ask you for some favour?" He asked me. His voice sounded tense. I responded slowly, "Yes, sure."My heart was beating so loudly in my chest .
"Could you please come to my house? Angel, she is not well. She has a fever and is not eating anything. We tried everything, but she's just refusing. "He asked

"What? Umm Okay." All I could say was "Okay."

But it puzzled me , why me? Why is he calling me? Why not his wife, Angel's mother? I believe she will be able to do it herself or with ease. Entire ride I was thinking about these things when I arrived at his estate via the address he provided. It was big and heavily guarded.

He texted his address to my phone. I took my car, notified my mother about some office job, and arrived.
The mansion was large and gorgeous. The entire mansion was lighted with lights. I was nervous. I recognised his former house; he opened it before I could ring the doorbell.
His hair was dishevelled, and he appeared exhausted and concerned.

"Can you please help me?" He asked, concerned. All I could do was nod.

He escorted me into the mansion.

I couldn't stop myself from looking for the woman who was living my dream. Yet, all I discovered were a few servants. He led me inside a room. Angel was tucked into her soft toys while she slept. I was heartbroken to see her with such a pale face. I sat on the bed next to her. I caressed her cheek and noticed her being in so high fever. "What happened to her?" I asked him, looking at him worriedly.

He moved in closer, took a seat across from her, and began to stroke her hair.

"She is ill. She started having a fever yesterday. I made every effort. However, she is not eating any food. She is throwing up everything we are feeding her. She keeps on asking to see her mother. I have no idea what to do. I called you because You spend a lot of days with her. Maybe she will listen to you. He stated as he planted a kiss on his daughter's forehead.

I turned to face her again. I can feel the urge to hug her and ease her suffering rising within me. I cherished her. In the same manner, as I adored the man who was seated before me. It was exactly how I had always imagined it to be, yet the circumstances were so different. I thought in my head. I approached her, put her on my lap, and began petting her hair. She glanced at me as she opened her eyes.

"Mom" was all she said, and that pained my heart a little. Her soul was so pure. Her mama is where? I kept on asking in my mind. I gave Angel a quick kiss on the forehead and murmured. "Are you not hungry, baby?"In denial, she shook her head.

I asked, forcing her to look at me, "Why."

"Wait..your mamma will make something good for you. Will you then eat? "I questioned her.