Black was trying his best to talk but she was still sitting on the bed with the same expression.
Her behaviour was fueling his rage but seeing her condition he suppressed his rage.
He tried to grab her palm but she hugged her arm.
" Don't f*****g push my buttons Fireball!
I am warning you " he let out harshly.
He hates it when she doesn't respond to him or try to make distance between them.
Neha turned her face and lay on the bed once again.
She covered herself inside the quilt and warm tears formed in her eyes.
Black was about to yank her close to him but when he heard her sobbing, he stroked his palm on her head and pulled her to his chest.
His warmness and care reminded her about her mother.
Snuggling in his arms she tightened her grip around him.
" I want.........
