On a Friday evening, right after Rima's visit, Amol decided to take me on a date. He told me he was taking me somewhere I had never been before which was his newly opened restaurant. He even got me a dress of his choice. It was a black lace dress. The dress was knee-length with a side cut. It had a thin strap."You got me a dress?""Yes,""This dress?""Is there anything wrong with the dress?" he raised a brow.I shook my head."Tell me," he whispered hugging me from behind."You got a really good taste," I replied.

After like forever, I got up packed my bag, and got ready to leave. I was almost towards the door when something came to my mind. I left my bags near the door and went to the secret lab through the passage which I had found a few months ago. There I searched for a syringe and found one. I drew my blood using it and filled it in a tube. I was not aware if he had already taken my blood but I wanted this deal to be over forever. By doing this maybe it would end here. I didn't know if this blood would be enough for him cause I didn't even know why he needed my blood. I had heard Ratna say magic blood so I guessed this must be enough. I went back to the room, picked up my bag, and for the last time looked at it. Everything came at once. Our laugh, our fights, his teasing me, how I felt safe around him, and how in years I slept without waking up at night cause he was beside me. I gave him my everything, my body, my soul, and above all my heart which I had kept protecting from everyone else

While eating lunch, I thought about the person that I saw earlier. Was it Amol? I was still quite confused cause I always saw him in my dreams. For the past five months, he had been haunting me. My body was still in pain so I took some more pills. After taking a rest for like an hour, I took a shower. After that, I opened the window and the soft wind kissed me. The view was beautiful. I had really missed this place. I looked at the garden in awe. The person sitting in the garden caught my eye. It reminded me of the day when I saw Amol there on the bench. The person's back was facing me and he had long messy hair. Who was he? Was he one of the guards? But he didn't look like one. Somewhere I knew who that might be. I wanted to look at his face so slowly I went to the garden. I stood in the garden and stared at his back for a while. When he felt my presence he turned around. My heart fell a little at the sight of him. It was Amol. He was a total mess. He didn't look like an old Amol.

Continuous knocking on the door woke me up. I was alone in bed and obviously, I didn't like it."Didi, get up" I heard Prarthi's voice coming from outside.(Didi = big sister )I looked at the room and realized it was our room. He brought me here. But why? Then I realized, Of course, it's because of Prarthi. She had come here before our divorce so she would know which one was our room and me living in another room would make her ask questions."I will be out in a minute," I yelled and went to the bathroom.While taking a shower I half-remembered what happened yesterday. I told him about my pregnancy. He told me he didn't hate me. I came out and my things were already in the room. I guess last night he brought it here or maybe today. I went to my closet. There was a red floral wrap maxi dress hanging in front of me. Amol must have brought it for me. I wore it and looked in the mirror. I always avoided mirrors. In these past months, I don't remember looking in the mirror. My hair had

Himal came back to apologize. He said that some emergency came up and he must leave. He apologized to me like 100 times and I told him, it was ok. I felt quite bad about it. As I turned, the devil was standing with a big smile on his face. What's with him now?"I will take you out for lunch," he offered.I rolled my eyes and was about to go towards my room when he stood in front of me blocking my way. I glared at him."You were about to go out with him but why can't you go with me?" he asked."I don't want to," I shrugged."Why?"He was staring into my eyes. I was staring back and the funny thing was I wasn't afraid of him. It didn't bother me that he was a vampire. From the day I came back here, it felt like I was around humans. Standing in front of him felt like I was standing in front of a human.Why wasn't I afraid?Is it because I know he wouldn't hurt me? How stupid I could be to even think that he wouldn't hurt me? What was I thinking? He had hurt me time and again. The differe