LOGINBrinda's P.O.V The taxi slowed to a stop in front of a dimly lit building.I lifted my head slowly and looked through the window.A cheap motel.The sign flickered weakly, half the letters barely working.For a moment… I just stared at it.This was it.“Ma’am,” the driver said gently.I blinked and turned to him.“We’re here.”“Oh…” I swallowed. “Thank you.”He hesitated, his eyes studying me through the mirror.“You sure you’re alright?”“The question caught me off guard and for a second, I almost laughed.”“Alright?” I muttered.“I had just run away from my life, nearly got killed, gave birth, left the man I loved and landed in a strange city with a new born baby and no plan.”But instead, I forced a small nod.“I’m fine.”The lie came out too quickly.Too easily.He didn’t look convinced.“You don’t look fine,” I repeated, a little firmer this time.Silence filled the car.After a moment, he sighed softly and stepped out to get my bag.I hated that.I hated that strangers could se
Jason P.O.V My phone vibrated violently, the screen lighting up with a number I didn’t recognize. But I didn’t think twice.“Hello?” I rasped, my voice hoarse.On the other end, there was only heavy, broken breathing, frantic and shallow. My stomach twisted. My chest felt like it had been ripped open. That breathing… it sounded like hers. Brinda’s.“Brinda?” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Brinda! Answer me!”Nothing but the same ragged inhale. Panic surged. I couldn’t wait. I didn’t even ask questions. I traced the call immediately. The location pinged, just a few streets away.I bolted out the door and my hand gripping the wheel like my life depended on it. It did. My mind raced. “She can't be gone. She can't… I can't lose her. Not now. Not ever.”Every red light I passed felt like torture. My eyes darted everywhere, scanning the streets. Every corner I turned, every shadow… my chest tightened. “Is she there? Is someone hurting her? Finally, I skidded into the location. My heart st
Brinda's P.O.V “Sofie, are we done packing?!” I shouted, my voice bouncing off the walls, half excited, half in disbelief.From the bathroom, Sofie yelled back, “Yes, girl! Finally! All the clothes, baby stuff, your documents—everything! Even that ridiculous pile of shoes you insisted on bringing!”I let out a breathy laugh while brushing my teeth. “That wasn’t ridiculous. That was emotional support footwear.” I said. She stepped in, hands on her waist, shaking her head dramatically. “You and your excuses. Brinda, I swear, one day I’ll write a book about you.” while I smiled softly.If only she knew how close to breaking I was inside.Sofie dropped beside me, nudging my shoulder. “But seriously… we did it. You’re really about to start over.”I swallowed.Start over.Those words hit deeper than she knew.I placed my hand over my belly, rubbing slow circles. “Yeah… start over.”She stood up suddenly like she remembered something. “Oh! I almost forgot. I’m heading to the mall to grab
Jason P.O.V I checked the wall clock for the fifth time in ten minutes.7:48 p.m.I exhaled slowly.“She should have been home by now…”Mrs. Abigail was arranging the plates on the dining table, moving back and forth like everything was normal. The food was already plated. The candles were lit. Even the stupid soft music was playing in the background.Everything was ready.Except Brinda.I pulled out my phone again and stared at her contact.Still no missed calls.Still no message.I typed.“Where are you.”Sent.I waited.Nothing.I locked my phone and leaned back on the couch, rubbing my palms together. I didn’t know why my chest felt tight. I tried to tell myself she was probably stuck in traffic. Or maybe she stopped somewhere.But something didn’t feel right.Mrs. Abigail turned to look at me.“Sir… should I keep the food warm?”“Yes,” I replied quickly. “She’ll be here soon.”I wasn’t sure who I was reassuring — her or myself.Mrs. Abigail nodded and walked back into the kitche
Brinda's P.O.V The car was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind.The dangerous kind.Nathan’s hands were steady on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road like nothing in this world could distract him. Meanwhile, my heart was beating like it wanted to jump out of my chest and run before me.“Think, Brinda. Think fast before things get worse.” I wandered. Every second that passed felt like borrowed time.I folded my hands on my lap, fingers trembling despite my effort to stay calm. My phone was buried inside my bag, screen off, silent—but I could almost feel it burning against my skin.“You’ve been quiet,” Nathan said while clearing his throat. I forced a small laugh. “Should I be talking?”He glanced at me briefly, then back to the road. “You always talk to me Brinda. What's change.” He added. “Nothing has changed Nathan, all I just need is my space beside I love my new quiet Era.”I said. “Is there something you want to talk about.” Nathan asked. My chest tightened.“That was adr
Jason P.O.V I had never felt happiness like this. Not in years. My chest felt tight, my face hurt from smiling too much, and yet… I couldn’t stop. Brinda was coming home. She was really coming back. Alive. Safe. My world suddenly had color again.I paced around the living room like a man who had been holding his breath for a decade. My phone was still in my hand, but I didn’t care about calls or messages. Nothing mattered except the thought of her walking through that door.“Mrs. Abigail!” I called, my voice louder than I intended.She appeared, hands still dusted with flour, eyes wide. “Yes, sir?”“She’s coming back,” I said quickly, almost too loudly. “Brinda… she’s coming home.”Her lips parted, and for a moment I thought she would faint from relief. “Oh, Lord… she’s finally coming back to us?”“Yes!” I said, grinning like a kid who just stole candy. “Alive. Safe. And she’s coming home. Can you believe it?”Mrs. Abigail’s eyes glimmered with something I couldn’t read. Joy? Relief?
Brinda's P.O.V The news that the operation was successful filled my heart with joy that I didn't notice when I hugged Jason out of excitement which immediately made me feel awkward. “Um, soo sorry, I was just excited about the news and didn't mean to cross any boundaries,” I said in a low tone ho
Brinda's P.O.V“I can't believe that this is me, Sofie.” I said, staring at my face in the mirror as she applied finishing touches on my face.I kept touching my face, admiring the sophisticated woman staring back at me. I never believed a day would finally come that I actually dress like this.“Pr
Jason P.O.V “Arhhg, I feel so stupid right now because give me a reason why I almost broke my hand for a woman,” I thought while getting out of bed. I looked at my bandaged hand and I could still feel the impact of yesterday’s pains all over. “I really need to get out of this house if I want to
Brinda’s P.O.V “Arh, who does he think he is?” I said while lying down on bed. I moved back and forth hoping to get this mushy feeling away but the thought of Jason injuring his hand in our heated argument still taunts me. A part of me felt good that I could hit a nerve but I sincerely didn’t pl







