Hɪs Rᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ✔[#2 ɪɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ] (Under Editing)

Chapter 13:- Her Pain

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Daniel's POV

I stormed out of the my room.

The anger inside me was wanted to come out.

I banged my hand on the table as soon as I came to my study room.

If that phone call didn't disturbed me, then I would have raped her.

This word is not that I appreciate.  But I don't know why, I want to claim her. I don't want her to leave me.

I don't want her to go away from me. I can't let her go.

She is mine. Maybe she had did bad things with Myra but that doesn't mean, she has to bear this.

I respect her, but seeing her with him made me mad. That day she was with Edward, I controlled myself but I can't control today, because of that Taylor.

I won't leave him, not this time.

I was so much angry on myself, I started to throw things which was kept on the table.

I closed my eyes, but whenever I closed my eyes I always saw her crying face, her pleadings.

What would happen if I didn't had stopped?

I would have lost her? Maybe after that she would have left me...

No. She can't leave me. Never.

I made my way towards my room, I want to make sure if she is fine or not.

As I opened my room's door, I didn't find her on the bed.

I looked everywhere but didn't find her in the room, but then I heard the tap's sound.

It means she is in washroom.

I knocked on the door, but didn't get any response.

After knocking and calling her name for five more minutes, I pushed the door to open and saw her lying on a bath tub.

She was crying, but what makes me more scared is that, she has knife in her right hand, and she was about to cut her wrist, when I held her firmly.

She lifted her head up, she noticed me, it means she didn't noticed me when I broken the lock?

As soon as she saw me, her eyes held anger, hurt and pain.

She started to wiggle her hand from my grip, but I didn't stopped there.

I took her in my arms and went towards my bed.

She was wiggling, beating me on my chest, but her soft hand wasn't doing any harm to me.

I put her on the bed.

"D-Dont....you dare...touch m-me..." she said stuttering but her this confidence amused me.

But as soon as I saw the knife in her hand, the anger started to rise inside me.

How dare she even thought such sort of things?

Didn't I told her not to do that?

"How dare you thought of doing that rubbish thing again?" I asked her, controlling myself because I know, if I will yelled at her she would harm herself that least I want.

"Please...dont...please...I..I'm...sorry..sorry..." she was repeating, I regretted, whatever I did with her.

I wanted to claim her, but I was so much angry that, I nearly killed her.

I can't even think of such things.

"Hey...Relax Aadhya. I'm sorry...I m really sorry. Please...I m sor..." she cuts me off in middle.