All Chapters of Thirst : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Author’s P. O. V.Sherlin looked at the note written in her hands; she was not sure if this was going to work on him or not but she was ought to do something when Yash was behaving like a child.She knocked on his door and slide the paper down from the gap between the door and the floor; she bite her lip as heard some footsteps. She walked a little away as she waited near the door.On the other hand, Yash was in his thought when he heard a knock on the door, not to later a paper slid inside his room and he looked at it.He did not want to move but his steps took him near the paper as he opened it; immediately recognizing the handwriting, he closed it and threw the paper in the other corner of the room; he did not want to talk to Sherlin or listen to her at all.He wanted to stay alone cant he has that?Sherlin’s shoulders dropped when the door of Yash’s room did not open. He was subron she knew but this much? She never imagined.Taking a deep breath she walked to his door once again a

Author's P. O. V Shayra entered Kapoor's mansion as Yash looked up, he was scared for her but the sight in front of him made him freeze in place; he never thought his love will come home in that way. Shayra was covered in her blood she was trying to stand straight but it was more than difficult for her steps were wobbling; holding the Gates as she stood holding the gate in her hand perhaps her head was bleeding a little Yash ran to her side to hold her before she fell on the ground."What happened and how?" was the first question Yash asked; Shayra was not in the correct mind that she could answer all of them she just shook her as he took her towards their room indeed her head was bleeding a little it wasn't easy for her to be in this way and Yash was more in pain to see her like that.He walked to the side and pull the drawer open pulling the first aid box he picks the ointment and bandage before he kept them on the bed and walk towards the Mini fridge they had in their room to pick

Author's p. o. v. Zoya started to unpack the things from the grocery bags slowly, her shivering hands not helping at all, her feet were killing her, and the amount of blood she lost was too much. She glanced at the clock that hung near the kitchen wall. It was time for her to take her medicine. Winching at the movement of her legs, she closed her eyes for a second as she stepped out of her slippers. The coldness of the floor greeted her as she sighed, pressing her feet on the floor, she started taking slow steps toward the room. The room she is forced to share with Kabir. Walking to the drawer beside the bed, she pulled it open before taking the injection in her hand. Filling it with the required solution in the syringe, she pushed some liquid out of it until she was sure there was no oxygen bubble left in it. Even if a little bubble went in her veins, in less than 3 hours she will die of a brain stroke. Her hands shivered as she put it near her skin; taking injections was not

Author’s P. O. V.“Reports of patient of room no 809,” Abhay asked as his assistant nodded and handed him the reports; Abhay thanked her before he excused himself and looked at Kabir who was standing just behind him.Abhay sat on his chair before he opened the Envelop; he read them before throwing them at Kabir’s face.“Read,” His tone was full of anger; Kabir glanced at the reports as his eyes widened, they were the same, nothing at all in her system.“Now do you believe me? You were so eager to prove her wrong right? What now?” He asked as Kabir looked at Zoya through the glass window that connected the room and Kabir’s cabin; it was the closest one so he could attend to her if anything goes wrong; of course, it was a one-way mirror, Zoya did not know she was being watched the entire time. She was still unconscious lying on the hospital bed with an IV connected to her veins.Abhay looked at Kabir who still was trying to compare the reports.“You would find something if it would have

Author’s P. O. V.Caressing his fingers on the top of the switch; Yash turned it off as he closed the door of the room he shared with Shayra; in the last few years being with Shayra was the only thing he ever desired.For a second Yash felt as if he was at crossroads; he felt as if he was choosing to walk over, maybe choosing to move on as well.But his heart knew he could never do that; his heart was Shayra’s even when he had forgotten all about her and now when she is not there with him; He still owns his heart.Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door of Sherlin’s room, he could hear his daughter and his wife laughing.“It’s open,” He heard Sherlin say as he opened the door and saw the sight of his daughter snuggling with the baby cat she adopted not more than a day ago.He leaned against the door and crossed his arm in front of his chest; the sight in front of him was adorable; the little cat was running on the bed and so was his daughter.Both of them looked happy.But then hi