Todos os capítulos de His Sinful Angel: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Darin's POV "Sir, uh, I can drive if you wish to." I offer Mr. Baidwani again but it is like he is not even listening. We are now on our way to this hospital somewhere on the outskirts of the city. On our way there to get Dhanishta back! I can't help but feel excited and anxious at the same time. She would be able to forgive me for what all I had said to her, right? I really do hope that she does! "Let that boy drive, Dhiraj! Or let me do it at least! You need to calm your nerves, you know." Offers Mr. Rossi but again, Mr. Baidwani does not respond. He has decided to tag along with us to that hospital. Mrs. Rossi also wanted to come with us, but Arabella somehow convinced her not to. Anyways, I am just glad that Mr. Baidwani asked me to come because if not then I would have to have followed their car all the way there. The call which he had received earlier was from that hospital to inform us about Dhanishta being admitted there, and they told us to get there as soon as possible, bu

The moment he enters the room, his eyes fall on me. I can tell because I can feel the heat of his gaze on me. And my eyes beg me to look up into his emerald green orbs with all the love I have for him. But I know, that is not something that I can do. Not anymore. So, I put on a facade on my eyes before lifting my face and meeting his eyes. My heart, that damn involuntary organ, starts beating erratically as my eyes meet his. I think that they hold surprise and relief? But that can't be! I must be delusional. There he stands, in his regular printed white t-shirt, blue jeans and a blue denim blazer. Looks like he has just come here straight from his college. But why? As I look at him into his eyes without any emotions, other than confusion, his gaze starts shifting. Then he looks in the direction of Mrs. Rossi before walking up to her. Why? Oh, how could I forget that Arabella is standing next to her? I can't help my clenching heart due to the burning sensation in it. Why, Darin? Well,

Not able to meet his eyes at this moment, I look down at my plate which is almost empty now. Gulping the lump in my throat, I shove the remaining food into my mouth in a hurry. Only to buy me some time. After I am done, I slowly look at him again. And he is all smirking at me right now. "Kya bol rahe hain, papa? (What are you saying, papa?)" He laughs before taking the plate from me and looks at me with a much serious expression across his face. "Jhoot kyun bola, beta? (Why did you lie, child?)" He asks making me bite my inner cheek. I guess I will just cry now. "Hani! Baccha, ye naatak ki tumhari yaadasht chali gayi hai, ye sab kya hai? (Child, this drama that your memories are lost, what is all this?)" He asks again making it more clear. How does he know it every damn time when I lie about something? Maybe because of the fact that he is my papa! Looking up at him with my glossy eyes, I shake my head as I can't control myself anymore. I break down, infront of him. Not that it is som

Darin's POV "So, will you come with me?" I ask Dhanishta while she is sitting on the island of the kitchen munching on a granola bar. She only nods her head at me and continues to give that bar her sole attention. "Okay, it is decided then! We are going to the ball as dates." I annouce. And that is when she whips her head in my direction, with wide eyes. "What?" I ask innocently. "What, what? What did you just say?" She asks while squinting her eyes at me. "You were not listening? I said that you will come with me to the ball. That is all!" I tell her, even though I know what she meant by that. "No, no, not that!" She exclaims as she shakes her head vigorously. "What I am asking is, did you say that we are going there as a couple?" She asks, with eager and anxious eyes boring into mine. I smile brightly before nodding. "Yes, we are!" To this, she does not say anything and just stare at me with a distant look. Is she lost in her thoughts again? It is happening way too much with he

"Why are you doing this, Angel?" He questions as he locks with emerald green eyes with me. Anger, confusion and...hurt swirl in them. With a genuine frown, I ask him back. "What am I doing exactly?" He suddenly takes in his arms pulling me flush against himself. "Darin!" I gasp out at the impact. He smiles down at me while looking into my eyes, but it really does not reach his eyes this time. "What is it that I am doing, Darin?" I ask him again and his eyes flicker from mine to settle on my moving lips, then back to them. "You really thought that I would never figure it out, Angel? Huh?" He asks making me all the more confused. What is he trying to get to? "If I tell you that I know about your facade, will you tell me the reason behind it?" What facade? And then...it hits me! Does he know that I am completely fine as well as my memory? I can feel all the blood rushing down from my face. And to confirm my doubt, he says, "Yes, I know that you have not lost your memory." He knows!! Bu