(UFW sequel#2) (Unwanted series#3)
Ask me. What was my fault in all this? Just this I love him without my knowledge. I fell for him when I knew he could torn me apart. Slowly I felt lightheaded and my head hit the floor where my blood was pooled.
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||Arash POV||
I woke up and looked down at my butterfly and kissed her forehead. I stood up carefully and put her on the couch. This little butterfly had gone through so much psychological guilt.
I walked out of the theater room and went to my room for the washroom then I went straight to the kitchen. I made pancakes for Mirha and put it on the table.
"This smell makes me hungrier," I heard Mirha.
She entered the kitchen and looked at the pancakes with a grin then looked up at me for permission.
"This is all yours. You don't have to ask," I told her, moving closer to her.
I pulled her to the table and pulled a chair out for her. She sat on the chair and without wasting a second, she dug in.
"You are the best chef," She said, happily and ate them.
My lips curled up in a smile. In a day, she made me smile umpteenth times. She stopped and moved the spoon to my lips. I paused then opened my mouth and ate it.
After she ate, I washed the dishes and went out of the kitchen. The door of the house was opened and Mirha was sitting on the last step of stairs. I joined her.
"Thank you, Ali!" She whispered.
I turned to her in confusion. She was staring ahead in front of her.
"For yesterday. For holding me last night and not leaving me alone," She said in a small voice and looked at me with a smile.
"You don't have to. It's my duty," I told her, standing up.
I put my hand in front of her and she took it.
"Please don't change yourself," She whispered.
I kissed her head and squeezed her hand.
"I am trying my best. I promise you I will not disappoint you," I promised her, pulling her inside.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a message from mom.
Mom: We have dinner out with your in laws, more like a party. Be there at time. No excuse. And bring a gift for Mirha's parents. Today is their anniversary.
Me: OK!
"Who is it?" Mirha asked.
"Mom. We have a party tonight," I informed her.
"Party?" She asked in confusion.
"Your parents anniversary," I answered with a frown.
