"If Daddy loved Mommy, then why did he break Mommy's heart?"
Prologue:
"I didn't want to see you Mr. Shekhawat," she stated, sitting across from him, her eyes meeting his for the first time in five years. "But my daughter is sick."
He looked at her, his eyes lifeless, vacant of emotion.
"Miss Agarwal," he stated calmly. "Or should I say, Mrs. Kashyap."
She turned as rigid as stone when he said that.
"Miss Agarwal," she corrected, feeling an aching pain in her heart.
A look of hope settled on his face before vanishing into oblivion.
"Miss Agarwal," he said formally, "I don't know how I can help you if your daughter is sick."
"She needs a... she needs a bone marrow transplant," Sanyukta whispered, her eyes filling with tears. "She has leukemia. Please help, Randhir."
Then Sanyukta broke down crying, her heart aching at the prospect of losing her daughter. She was her everything.
"And how can I help?" he asked, his icy cold gaze on her.
"Because she's your daughter. My marrow doesn't match... and if yours doesn't either then we have to have another child, please," she begged, clasping her hands in front of him and sobbing. "I can't lose her."
He watched painfully as the lady in front of him wept like she was begging him for her own life, and even today, he wanted to wipe the tears off her face, despite knowing how much she hurt him all those years ago.
"Please," she whispered helplessly through her tears.