Author’s P. O. V.Yash stopped the car in front of the ice club and bought a ticket for himself once again; he was looking for her at all the places they had visited but he could not find her anywhere.He could not even ask the secretary to track her down because that would just make things harder for Raw to cover up.Yash tried to access her live location and it showed she was somewhere around him. He would have gone back but then his eyes fell on someone in dark clothes dragging someone by his legs.His breath caught in his lungs when he saw the familiar color coat on the person who was being dragged; his blood boiled; he did not have a gun with him it was not the smartest to go for the direct approach.He went to the bar and ordered another martini; drinking all the contents of the ice cup; he ran towards him and slammed the ice cube glass on his head.Yash walked in front of him and kicked him in the balls; the person in front of him fell unconscious on the ground, he quickly drop

Author’s P. O. V.“What happened after that?” Doc Sharma asked as Yash glanced at the clock; he still had time to tell him a few parts of the story.“Next day, we came back to Mumbai; Shayra needed time to recover but I never thought bad news would follow us this soon,” Yash said.…Shayra had rested her head on Yash’s chest as they watched vampire diaries; covered in a cozy blanket with headphones over their head; they were having a nice weekend in the warmth of love.“Yash, I am hungry,” Shayra said as Yash looked at her.“Okay, let me order something, pizza or pasta?” He asked as he picked up his phone but SHayra shook her head at him.“Noodles, I want noodles,” She said as he ruffled her hair and placed a kiss on her forehead.“I’ll order noodles then,” He said but Shayra held his hand.“Most unromantic husband of the year,” She said as she gave him an imaginary trophy.Yash frowned at her; “why not the most romantic husband of the year?” He asked as his hand traveled underneath h

Author’s P. O. V.Yash looked at Shayra as she came through the door of the closet; Yash cooed at Aahana who was crying her eyes out. He had her in his arms but she had not stopped crying for the last 10 minutes.Shayra took Aahana from his hand and rubbed her back. “What happened to my princess? Aahanu,” Shayra cooed at her as fat tears escaped her eyes.“Mama,” Aahana was just crying as she put her little arms around Shayra’s neck; they did not even reach the back of her shoulders.“Yash, check na if she has a temperature,” Shayra said to Yash as he opened the first drawer and pulled out the first aid box from it; taking the thermometer; Yash walked towards Shayra as she lifted Aahana’s hand.Yash kept the thermometer in her underarms as Aahana cried, even more, she was just a year and a half old she had the right to show all the tantrums in the world.Shayra kissed Aahana’s cheek as Yash pecked her other cheek; both of them were trying to calm her down.Yash pulled the thermometer

Author’s P. O. V.Yash had just walked out of the room whne his phone vibrated in his pocket; he pulled it out of his pocket only to see Sherlin was calling him; he slide the green icon up before he pressed his phone against his ear.“Hello,” He said, his voice was still a little raspy as he cleared his throat.Sherlin on the who was about to scream at Yash for making her and aahana wait from the last half an hour stopped whatever she was about to say.“Yash? What happened?” She asked a little concerned over what caused him to be hat down. In the last few months with Yash as his wife, she has started to know him and his voice.She always knew when he wants to talk and when he does not.“umm… nothing just my throat is a little sore,” Yash made an excuse; he knew she could catch his lies. Sherlin was not going to buy that.“Yash, at least you do not need to lie to me,” Sherlin said as Yash gulped; his shoulders fell as he closed his eyes for a second.“I… I do not want to talk about it,

(Warning self-harm) Author’s P. O. V.Zoya walked into the house as Kabir came back with the grocery bags in his hand as she walked towards the kitchen to unpack them, hell knows with her shaking hands it will take her at least an hour to unpack these.“Zoya chai!” (tea) Kabir yelled from the hall as he sat on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table. Zoya rolled her eyes, this is the only work she has, listening to him whenever he calls like the dog he is!“ZOYA!” He screamed her name again; Zoya closed her eyes for a second in frustration.“Yeah, making it,” Zoya said from the kitchen as the shouting stopped.“What a dog,” she thought before trying to put the pan without dropping it; the shaking hands of hers did not help much but still she was better.The tea once again spilled on the kitchen slab as she groaned; she put the cup in a tray before she walked towards the hallway where Kabir was watching the news on T. V.‘Whole day he watches T. V., Why TB does not happen to hi