Prem let out a sigh he quickly rung Westbury Home and asked for the address. He noted everything down quickly. He grabbed her picture and his coat and strode to his car his office workers looked at him but no-one raised a question.
Getting into his car he drove and drove till he saw the rough steel gates of Westbury Home. He got out of his car and walked to the gates showing the guard Layla's picture the guard clicked the gates open Prem ran forward to the doors. He couldn't wait another minute.
Prem finally found reception and after showing the picture of Layla he was directed to room 602 momentarily pausing at the door he pushed open the door and walked in suddenly his breath hitched. There she was sat there as her cold eyes stared up into his he noticed the fear in them and more importantly he saw her eyes had changed from a dark hazel to a light green. This wasn't his Layla. She looked so alike. But he knew his Layla and the woman staring back at him was not her. He swiftly turned around and walked out of the room towards reception.
Answers was what he needed and answers was what he would get.
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The past is my prison
RomanceWhen Prem lost Layla he thought he'd never live again he saw her killed in front of his eyes then burnt while he sat tied to a chair tears rolling down his face. When Prem finally escapes he has no reason to live but his sister Aaraliyah fights to k...
