Leonardo's POV
My palms are fisted tightly as I watched her walk away and board the bus. I know going after her right now will only push her further away from me.
Mark has already damaged whatever little trust or rapport I had built with her. However, I will be damned if I let this little incident deter me away from being with her.
Due to the thorough investigations Mikky has done, now I am now aware about how to reach out and get in touch with her. That information includes her home address.
I don't bother looking at the two standing next to my car as I seat myself in. Mark quietly gets in and takes his place beside me before I could drive off. I dart a glance towards Mikky nodding my thank you for his efforts
Leonardo's POV. Zavi's face was pale as she stared at Martha. Martha clutched my hand making me look at her. She was staring at Zavi, her face scrunched in confusion and pain. I squeased her hand reassuringly and smiled. Gently I pulled her inside the apartment and made her sit on a couch. Zavi fell on her knees in front of Martha tears rolling down her cheeks. "Mumma!" she gave out a heart wrenching sob before looking at me. "Where did you find her? We thought-" she shivered slightly at some memory perhaps. I looked at her, not sure what to say. I bent down slightly and touched Zavi's shoulder. She turned hear tear strained face towards me "Zavi- are you sure? I think there is some mistake."
Saira's POV.Startled at the sound of my phone ringing I glanced at it. It was the reminder to go to Papa in hospital. I had almost forgotten about the time.Oh God! How am I going to break this news to Papa. He has not been same since the day he got the news of my mother passing away.How will he react when he finds out she is alive?I shivered as the thought ran into my mind once again. My mother is alive! She seems to be struggling to remember the details of the past but she is alive and it is nothing less than a miracle."I need to visit Papa." I told Leonardo."I don't think he would want you to visit him again
Leonardo's POV.Turning the steering wheel I brought the from hercar to a halt at the lights. Beaming out of the car window I was met with the scowling face of an old lady staring out of the back seat of the adjoining car.Today may not have been a happy day for her I mused and continued to drum my fingers on the steering wheel, feeling delighted.Even heavy traffic that I normally have zero tolerance towards, has not been able to effect my happy moodThere was no sane reason for me to feel delighted but I just could not manage to keep this grin from making it's way on my face.Fate.The word that I had never
Saira's POV."He has always had women vying for his attention but he just swats them away as flies." Dhruv continued."That is not a nice way to talk about women." I said glaring at him and he shrugged."The ones that surround us, well most of them are no more than flies trying to stick to sweet- money." His lips twisted before he continued "You are different. You have to be or my friend wold not have bothered about you.""Do you know him since long?" I asked wanting to change the topic."Our families are friends. Leo is older than me by a few years and we only got really close few years back after I started working on my business."
Saira's POV. My mother is alive! She is here sitting right in front of my eyes. It still does not feel real. I don't know how this happened and at this point I don't really care. Her being back in our lives is nothing but a miracle. We were sitting in my living room. My instinct is to rush to my mother and get lost in her hug. Knowing I cannot do that does not really help me in controlling my emotions in any way. She may not remember now but when she had just entered the apartment she did seem to recall some bits of her past. She remembered my scars. I try not to panic once again at the memory of the cause of the scars. It is evident she gets some flashes of her old life once in a while. Leonardo says she does not remember and so I should not try to alarm her. I don't really agree. I don't agree with him at all and would have done what I wanted to , had I not seen how alarmed my my moth
Saira's POV.He touched my shoulder with his other hand, manoeuvring me to turn towards him. My breath trapped in my chest as he stepped close to me.I had to tilt my head up slightly to continue to look at his face."I don't need luxurious Zavi if I can have this." His voice was soft as he gestured with his hand towards our surrounding- which is my home!Is he mocking me? No, he does not seem to be. He must have seen the confusion on my face because he continued to explain "This –warmth, an obvious sense of lived in and loved feel."He took another step towards me, my shoulder almost touching his chest."I know today I was not welcome." His lip twisted slightly in a crooked smile "But one day I hope you will open your door to welcome me."I did not know how to respond to his words. His close proximity was nit helping me to think straight either.His large frame and the absolutely manly s
Leonardo's POV."I am not a womanizer! Have never been." I blurted wondering what could have brought this one."It is okay. I am not judging you." She said her tone pacifying.She may not be judging but she definitely believed it!I have never bothered- or as my mother puts it often- given two hoots about what anyone thinks about me.She had warned me my 'I give a damn to anyone's opinion about me' attitude would land me into trouble with the person whose opinion would matter to me.I had laughed at her claims and scoffed off the thought, pretty confident that no one would ever matter to me for me
Leonardo's POV. "That is the standard measure." She said her eyes twinkling with humour again. I hope my face was not red. Even the tips of my ear felt warm. "Here take this. It will help reduce the sweet taste." She pushed the plate of cookies towards me and I took one quietly and munched on it. "Too much sugar is what helps me be charming and sweet." I said trying to overcome my awkward situation. Zavi snorted delicately. "Sweet and charming! You are known to be arrogant and rude." "Known by whom?" I questioned frowning trying to ignore the voice in my head that said she is right. "You are a well kno