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(previously known as His Innocent Girl)
They say trust is the foundation of love.
But what if a word so simple, yet powerful takes a backseat?
Can a relationship be sustained without it?
To find out, come and dive into the story where a notoriou...
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Aarish's POV
My son.
I know I know he is, there is no point of asking. Same eyes, same nose, same lips. An exact copy of me. It was like looking at a picture of myself from my childhood.
I'm a dad.
A father.
I couldn't think, there was pressure in my ears, and my pulse was ragged. Dizzy I thought.
The only thing I could hear was my own ragged breathing and Mishka's choked sobs.
I couldn't get the concept to sink in.
I had a child.
I just stood there, staring at him, trying to catch my breath. I still wasn't getting enough oxygen. I took another deep breath, and it didn't help. My pulse was still pounding in my ears.
Why Mishka never told him about the baby?
Anger started building inside me but then it soon faded away as something hit me. The call.
"H-How old is he?" it came out as a rasp.
"10 months"
Regret.
Regret washed over me like the long slow waves on a shallow beach. Each wave was icy cold and sent shivers down my spine.
Why didn't I listen to her? Why?
My knees felt like rubber. So I sat heavily on the floor, resting my head in my hands.
I wished for a Time Turner so I could go back, rectify the mistake - the worst of all I had done.
However, I could not. Impossible. I had to live with it. Remorse etched at my heart. Guilt gnawed like a worm at the core of an apple. A tear trickled down my cheek, memories flooded my mind.
Then, I felt small hands on my thighs. Raising my head up, I saw him. Sitting in front me, looking at me with those curious eyes.
I took a deep inhale and let it out slowly. My baby. I tried the words out in my head for the first time. Those impossible words. I felt a lump forming in my throat.
But he was right there on the floor, his little hands squeezing my thighs lightly.
His little fingers touched my hand sending shivers down my spine.
He looked up and smiled, showing his single tooth on his lower jaw.
And my eyes began to feel hot.
I took a deep breath in through my nose, trying to hold it together.
I couldn't take no more. I stood up abruptly, probably scaring him as he look startled by my action. But I don't know what to do right now. I need some space, some moment alone to think clearly.
