ILYAS
It was Saturday today, two days after the incident that happened. Mehru is alright, but she just wouldn’t stop crying. She cannot even hold Mawra due to the immense pain in his abdomen, and she has restricted arms movement.
I couldn’t even imagine what she’d be going through.
I was doing better than before. When he got home that day from the hospital, Neha and I spent some quality time together during which I shoved some food in her mouth while she kept on protesting, and talked about going out for vacations.
It was my idea, since America was not safe for her at all. I had two bodyguards hired for her, not caring however much she whined about not wanting any. It wasn’t up to her. Also, there were three guards hired in the hallway on the ground floor that would protect the eleva
