Ansh's POV

I never knew what it meant to love, care and worry for someone. After the death of my mother I became a heartless person. The day when I saw my mother's dead body laying down in front of me, I knew that in this world no one is there you should trust.

I stood there frozen. My eyes were filled with tears but I clenched my fists as I stopped my tears from coming out. The main reason for her death was me and my father. My father left her in this situation. She craved for his love but he…he left her to die. I was unable to protect her. It’s my fault…I…I was unable to protect her. I was…

I was a eight year old kid. I wandered here and there like a beggar with no food, cloth and shelter.

“What is the purpose of my living? Why am I still alive? Just to suffer?”