Eric's POVI still remember that day when I first met her. At that time we all were children. I and Erish were playing in the playground when we hear someone's crying voice so louder. We both stopped playing for a moment, listening to the noise of crying and soon we followed the sound direction. When we reached the spot from where the voice was coming from, we noticed that some boys were bullying a little girl. With her appearance, She looked 7 or 8 years old whereas the boys who bullied her looked the same age as us, like 10 to 12 years."Don't grab my hair!" She yelled out loudly to the bunch of boys with all her strength. Her face was red, her eyes looking puffy because of crying and she angrily glared at them full of coldness. Looking at her face anyone could see that she was in pain because one of the boys was still grabbing her hair tightly in his hand. But her eyes were determined to fight back them all alone. Without caring, she will at last hurt. Because all the boys dou

Eric POV.After that day we started meeting in the park often. Our mother and her mother developed a good friendship. Soon we came to know that her father works in our company. With passing time, a good relationship developed between the two families. Angela's parents changed her school. She started studying with us in our school. On the one hand, with time Angela and Erish became close friends, on the other hand, She and I always started talking according to formalities. We stopped fighting or arguing with time but we rarely talked to each other until we needed to. It is not that she never made an effort to communicate with me but it was me who always kept a distance from her. I only speak with her if there is any school work. She was one class behind us. So, sometimes Erish helped her with her studies and if he is not there then I was the one who helped her. Like this, our school days also passed, and gradually I started feeling my love towards her but by then it was too late.

Angela's POVI didn't know last night when my eyes closed and I fell asleep but when I opened my eyes, it's already morning. I sat down on the bed and stretched my body lazily then my eyes went to the table clock next to my bed. It was visible in it that it was already 9:00 in the morning. "Ohh shit!" I immediately got up from the bed and went to shower.When I came to the living area, I saw that mom and dad were having breakfast and could also say that they had already done it. "Good morning, Mom…Good morning, Dad…" I greeted them in embarrassment.Because this is my responsibility as a daughter-in-law to at least serve them breakfast if I couldn't make it. I don't know how they will think about me. I was a bit upset thinking all of these things in my mind when my mom held my hand and told me, "Good Morning, Sweetheart." Then dad smiled at me and greeted back, "Good morning, dear."I know even if they were angry or disappointed in me, they would never talk to me about that which ma

Eric's POVI kept thinking of excuses to stay away from her throughout the night and perhaps God was also with me that the next morning I had to go out of the country in connection with work.At first, I thought that this decision was right for both of us. But after coming abroad this time, it became difficult for me to spend a moment without her. No matter how busy I was, my mind, my heart was only thinking about her. Sometimes I start to hallucinate that she is beside me, looking at me lovingly and smiling at me. After coming abroad, I used to massage her every night because I thought my brother would also do the same and I don't want her to doubt me anyways. So, if my one message could make her happy then it's not a bad decision and I also want to talk to her. I missed her crazily and really wanted to go back as soon as possible beside her. but I overcame my feelings and thought that it would not take too long to complete my work here, more than 4 to 5 days and it went well just a

Eric's POVDue to my flight being early, I reached home several hours ahead of time. I believed everyone would be waiting for me when I reached home. But when I actually reached home, everything turned to be silent. The atmosphere of home is too silent to digest. I did not find anyone in the living area and thought that maybe they would all be in their room. But why is the servant also missing? This made me curious. I should have asked Angela. Thinking that, I started walking towards the stairs which went to the master bedroom.Guessing that maybe Angela might be there but then unexpectedly a loud music attracted my attention. And the next second my steps turned back to follow it. I followed the music all the way which went straight to the kitchen path. At first,I was surprised who could be playing music in the kitchen. But when I goen near, I saw a different atmosphere there.There was no one else in the kitchen but Angela, who was cooking alone as well as dancing to the music r