The woman who looks like Kashmir collapsed and Amaro held her in his arms as he rushed her to the villa. An attractive man with blue eyes of the same age as Amaro ran toward them with anxiety. Concern lay all over his face as he looked at the unconscious woman in Amaro's arm.
"Naomi, honey." The man said, and he reached out to take her from Amaro.
Amaro turned away, forbidding the man to hold the woman in his arms while jealousy and rage filled his heart. Who is he to call Kashmir endearingly and why he called Kashmir, Naomi.
"Naomi! Amaro heard a lady's voice, he looked from whence the voice came and was baffled to see a woman running frantically towards them."
"Mother?" whispered Amaro, eyes riveted on the woman who looked exactly like his mothe
