ealize the worth of a small s

fer'

about his whereabouts. I listened to him in silence, cut the call as I didn’t feel it’s pertinent for me to explain myself going against my rule to b

gripped my heart. ‘Whether Alex will ever forgive me or not? Whether he will be able to survive the stab or not? How will I face him and his parents?’ Thousands of doubts plagued my mind with an unstoppable urge to scream into this deafening void building up in

lthough, I’m at a loss, I will do everything in my power to erase those memories from his mind, even if it takes a lifetime, I won't excuse myself. ‘At t

is on the 2nd floor,” Mr. Wilson's concer

ke an elder brother to Alex and if he gets to know, what I have done, he

anyone like chief,” he consoled, and my heart felt a sudden ache as an image of Alex ly

at the hospital.” Mr. Wilson sounded furious as if he’s already murdering the culprit in his head. “But you were there in the party

wling back into me. I gripped the sides of my trousers before I let out the secr

y his family in these times of crisis. I’ve to arrange for a press meet to give ou

pped in the metallic cage, I refused to stare at the reflection of me and when it stopped, my feet wouldn’t cooperate with my mind. From a distance, I saw Alex’s parents, sitting outside the I.C.U—red eyes peering at the glass doors, devoid of any static emotion falling from their eyes or coherent words making their way out from their lips. The melanin on their faces seems to have deepened with the latest ag

palm over Aunty’s trembling hands. “Relax. He’ll get through this

he media publicity to expand their empires but now as I see their grief-stricken faces, I realize they truly did love their son as much as he cares for them. It’s my fault, they’re hurt and terrified of losing their son. It must be a fiendish situation. It’s my fault they’ve to go through this heart-breaking moment of their lives. I prayed to

I knew that I was betraying them too, along with Alex, I still did that for my sister, but now I don't even know, what to say to these good-hearted people? In my clumsiness, I have snatched away from the

res, struggling to breathe for survival, the betrayed Prince still harbored an innocence to his features. I often wondered what made him Alex Jenner, the billionaire who can have any girl he wants yet he chose to love me, out of all the super models and a

he glass door to enter the restricted room but stopped eyeing the grave expressions of the Doctors as they whispered incoherent words behind their mas

shb

ng on his laptop while his father glared at him, and he ignored. Since the time I had joined the company, I have realized Alex and his

e dying. Initially, I’d a habit of calling him ‘Sir’ but he insisted I address him with his first name. As per his transl

a thing but u

his tablet. Mr. Jenner replied, "He is sick. Has a high temperat

lex coughed and Uncle gave him ‘You-don’t-argue-with-me’ look. “I can see how mild i

once," I said, being casual abo

ent given your presentation still hasn’t arrived. I hope you’ll be on time or I have made up my mind to shift you under Mr. Wilson’s wing and not mine,” he said and cast a be

” I fetched the pen-drive from t

to get up to only be halted with Mrs. Jenner commandin

ill in Jenifer of your nonsensical reasons to avoid all kinds of medical institutes.” Mrs. Jenner

ated, controlling the laughter which

her.” He pointed his one finger at me, out-casting me from the chortling couple and the staff who tried hard to suppress their giggles b

d, covering her mouth with a palm. A wave of jealousy washed over me on witnessing their family mo

Inside his room, he left my wrist and in his perfect mannerism, stood in a corner allowing me to breathe in his personal space which seemed no less than a modern king’s palace—four poster bed sprawled in the middle of the room, for cinematic experience, a led television pasted on the red-peach floral w

permanently st

to live in a mansion like that of the Jenner’s except me. Neither is Alex, my favorite person nor I care much about his luxurious lifestyle

hed to the washroom, and I heard the

e. I wanted to destroy his world. I did but now how am I even going to return i

ady morning…there might be none in my life, for a shadow

gapore for his excellent contribution in improvising the infrastructure and education system of various towns. A thorough investigation would lead to opening of the secrets of the night about which I might never talk but Alex…the wounded tiger’s roar might be more poisonous than the cobra

informed the other three occupants about Alex being out of danger, I released a deep breath. It was sooner to mumble the words of gratitude f