His narrow eyes turned down. His furious expression became dull. He pressed his lips and kept that bag on the bed. I felt a strange behavior of him. Usually whenever I shout at him, he used to slap me or held my neck but today he was calm. I expected him to abuse me or hit me for what I said but it didn’t happened. I thought he was tranquil towards me because I was hospitalized. Or maybe he could be guilty for what he has done. He has to be guilty if he has a little shame left in his heart. He has really served me in front of that president.
‘This is food for you.” He said while pointing towards the parcel. He didn’t respond whatever I said just now. May be he was enough evil to ignore such words. When I saw that food parcel, my blood boiled to great extent.
“How dare you! Ye
