I reached back beach house. As I saw the main door open, I understood Mom is already inside. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to gather the courage to tell her the truth before stepping into the house. I strolled to the hall. She is sitting on the sofa, waiting for me. "Mom." As I called her, she looked up at me and stood up. I leaned down and hugged her tightly. "Mom, I did a terrible mistake. I hurt my Princess. She cried because of me. I'm not a good person, I'm very bad." I became hysterical and cried out like a small baby in her arms. She's rubbing my back. "No, Zain, you're not bad." I broke the hug and said, "you will also hate me when you come to know the truth." She shook her head. "No, You're wrong, a mother can never hate her child." She clasped my face. "I can scold you and stay angry with you, but I'll never hate you. You're my son, Zain.""No, Mom, you will hate me." As I uttered, she nodded her head. "Never." She said with full confidence."I have a daught
I climbed down the bed at five in the morning. Last night I slept for only two-three hours. I was just seeing her photos and regretting badly for hiding the truth from her. I'm missing her a lot. She had seen my message at the night only but didn't reply. I messaged her in the morning also. Me: Good Morning, Princess. I'm sorry and I love you so much. I kept the phone on the table after sending her a message. First I properly covered mom with the quilt and then I leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. I'm really blessed to have her. After getting fresh, I sat on the sofa and engrossed myself in the office work. After every few minutes, I'm picking up my phone and checking that she saw my message or not. I came into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for mom. I'm not sitting idle because I know if I sit idle, then I'll overthink about everything. I'm just saying to myself that I did the mistake and now living without her is my punishment which I have to accept. I prepared po
I reached my Dad's big mansion. He was sitting in the hall. I knitted my brows and marched to him in fury, clutching my hands. "Why did you call Lavanya from London." As I roared at him, he stood up instantly. "I just want to surprise you by making you meet your daughter," he said like he really wanted to surprise me. My father is a wicked man, he does everything for his own hidden profit and agenda. I really don't trust him. "Stop interfering in my life, Mr Rajat Smith." I bawled at him. "Why are you so angry?" He asked."I'm not interested to tell you anything. I just came here to meet my daughter." I stormed from there after last time glaring at him. I just hate him. I asked one of the maids about the room where my daughter is staying. She asked me to follow her. She went after leaving me out of Saira's room. I knocked on the door and Lavanya opened the door. I wandered into the room completely ignoring her to meet my daughter. Saira is sleeping adorably, hugging her teddy ne
Princess's P.O.V. It has been three days passed since I last met Zain. I was badly hurt when I came to know that he hid such a huge truth from me. He tried to contact me, but I didn't reply to him because I was hurt, but now I'm missing him a lot. His absence is making me restless and empty from inside. I can't stay away from him. I know he did a mistake, but how can I forget that he loves me so much. He always thinks about my happiness. He cares for me, makes me feel special. He supports me on my worst days. When I fall weak, he always reminds me that I'm strong. I can't forget all these things after one mistake. He deserves a second chance. I can't leave him on his one mistake. Our relationship is not so weak. Our love is true and pure. We're connected to each other soul. We can feel each other pain. I'm pacing across the room, wondering about him and playing with my fingers nervously.I don't know why today I have been feeling extremely restless since morning. The thing which is
I reached the farmhouse in no time and directly marched to our room. He is standing at the balcony facing his back to me, grasping the railing. I took a deep breath and strode to him. I grabbed his arm and swiftly turned him toward me to face me. His face is pale and his eyes are red and welled up with tears. I'm certain he was crying before I came here. He stared at me blankly. I'm damn sure he is hiding something from me."Again you're hiding something from me, Right?" As I asked, his eyes widened in shock imperceptibly."I'm not hiding anything, I told you everything on message." He said, keeping his look blank. "Seriously? Do you really thought that after reading the message I would believe that you're marrying Lavanya?" I clasped his face. "Zain, tell me what happened? Now please, don't hide anything from me." I implored. He closed his eyes and sighed before removing my hands. "I'm really marrying Lavanya for Saira. Now I have realised that she needs both mother and father." H
"Who wants to separate us, Zain?" I asked him, shocked."I don't know, but Saira got kidnapped because of me. She was going to London two days back, but I stopped her because I wanted to spend more time with her. Saira was so happy. But I didn't know that I was putting her life in danger by stopping her from going." He uttered guiltily and fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. Oh God, he's in so much guilt. I can't see him like this. I felt wretched, seeing his condition."Yes, before you didn't know that her life would come in danger." I clasped his face and made him look into my eyes. "Zain, it's not your fault, please stop blaming yourself and we'll find her. She will be fine, nothing will happen to her." I assured him, wiping his tears with my thumbs."Thank you for being there for me, Princess and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about her." He apologised genuinely. "I can understand and I'm always with you, Zain. Just be strong." I said, clasping his hands. "I think, we should t
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Read out last part 132 again, I posted in a wrong way earlier. If you can’t read the edited part, remove the story from the library and add it again.***Inaya's P.O.V. "Zain, I think I shall leave now, Saira needs you." I want to stay with him, but I have to go because for now, Saira needs her father. The poor soul suffered a lot. He clasped my hand. "But I want you to stay with me, Princess. I need you." He said, rubbing my knuckles with his thumb. I asked him. "What will you say to Saira about me?" He became thoughtful and worried. "I'm coming to your father's house by cab, you go with Saira. I'm with you always. I think you shouldn't tell her about me because she is small to understand this. When Saira grows up, then you can tell her about me." "You're right. Thank you for always understanding me." He kissed my hand and I smiled at him. "See you at home." He turned and strolled towards his car where Saira is sitting with her mother. I wish I was Saira's mother. After that,