Olivia’s POV—Everything was happening so fast that I was feeling suffocated. Dr Erik had examined me and said clearly that an implant was necessary, in my leg. He himself would do the surgery. He said if the surgery is done, I will heal in two months, else it will take more than six months to heal completely and even so, I might not heal properly!I closed my eyes and remembered that day in the school when I fell from the swing and broke my hand. He was there that day too! He was a torment then and he is still a torment now!He wants me to have a surgery! I am scared even of needles, how will I face a surgery?? I heard voices around me but nothing went through me! They were mere voices without meaning. I was sweating profusely, scared of the operation. I was having a panic attack, I guess. Since when do I have panic attacks?? “Oli! Everything is set. We will fly to New York in an hour!” a

  “Olive! Good that you are awake!” Olivia was reading a book lying on her bed. In a few hours it will be lunch time. Past couple of days, her schedule has been the same. She wakes up early morning and Nanny Agatha takes her out in the garden. Ryan joins her for breakfast outside after finishing his gardening. They have breakfast together, just the two of them. Rose arranges everything and leaves. Ryan has ensured that nobody disturbs them when they are having breakfast!This is the only time Olivia chats a little with Ryan to avoid the awkward silence and then he will be gone for the whole day. Amanda said that Ryan has been spending much of his time home, after Olivia’s accident, keeping an eye on her needs and health. But now he has started to go to his office and doesn’t return till late evening.Olivia stretches and smiles, “Nanny! It is time for bath already?”“Yes Olive! And

 He saved me from the humiliation and carried me to our bedroom. He was so angry that his jaws were tight and the veins on his neck were popping out. He was in pain too. I don’t know how but I could feel it. I looked up at him, while he was looking at the front while carrying me through the large hall to our bedroom.I shakily raised my right palm and touched his neck. He looked at me with shock. I traced the veins with my finger, staring at the beautiful blue lines and then looking at him, I said shyly, “Mister? Thank you for saving me!”He scoffed and put me on the sofa and then placed a cushion at my back. He bent and cupped my face for the first time and brought his face near to me. His breathe was hot and sprayed over my face as his chest heaved up and down. He looked at the details of my face and my lips. My heart was racing and I gulped.Is he going to kiss me? If so, why am I not pushing him back with disgust? Why is a litt

  We had lunch together and this time Nanny didn’t have to feed me herself. In fact, after hugging me and kissing my forehead, she left me with Ryan till we finished our lunch. After I finished lunch, Ryan poured me water and brought my medicine from the drawer.“Have it.” He said handing me the pills. I took and swallowed it with water.“Rose could have given me the medicine…. I mean, usually she does.” I rambled. My words acted like a sword piercing right through his heart. I only came to know when he said squinting his eyes, “If you don’t want me to then I will not!”“No! I didn’t mean that, Mister! I am sorry.” I mumbled guiltily.He didn’t answer, just scoffed and lifted me in his arms to put me on bed. He pulled the duvet covering my body till my waist.I held his palm and whispered, “I really didn’t mean what you understood.&r

  Ryan’s POV—I wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss her red lips so badly! I wanted to love her so much that she would forget the world! But not when she has love for someone else! Her prince, her Santa!Many believe that it is her fantasy and laugh it off on her face, but how could I do that? In my mind I know that it is true! There may not be a real Santa but her Santa was real. I know this because I came to know it years back in a very hard way!I wish I could tell her to forget her Santa! She has me and that is important and not the man she has never even met or seen! But, then she will know that there is a Santa and I know who it is.I have been wondering quietly while I carried her back to bed. I started to wipe her gently, when I heard her voice, soft and smooth like a bird humming….“I am sorry Mister. I really don’t want to hurt you anymore. You are nice and kind to me. I feel saf