Vansh made Adya sit in the bathtub, she still had not gotten her consciousness back, he was afraid of her well-being from the amount of swelling on her forehead.
He washed her each and every wound, he hissed at every cut but still cleaned it, he made sure when he washed her hair it did not touch any of the cuts on her head, after 10 minutes he was holding her in his arms again before he proceed to his bedroom.
There was a huge photograph of them smiling at the camera, it was one of those she took in London, and she was lying on his lap while a smile adored her lips.
Vansh was pouting like a cute boy in the camera, their eyes were shrunk because of smiling too wide, and she was in his clothes, freshly out of shower while he bought her chocolates.
Those days
Vansh sighed before he made
