He pressed harder onto the bruise and insisted, “Are you going to get dressed or not?” Niti wailed even harder as she responded, “I will do it. I will get dressed promptly, but leave me. Please.”
He let go of her foot and spoke pleasantly, “Okay, then I shall wait for you downstairs.” Though he let go of her foot, she couldn’t stop herself from crying. She covered her pitiful eyes and insisted, “Please. Go away!”
He grabbed her foot and glared at the blood that sprang out of her foot. He then gently placed it on the floor as he grabbed the bandages, disinfectant and a scissor from the drawer. He wiped off her tears and said in a soothing tone, “Quiet down, my lifeline.”
He brought his hand closer to her cheek and spoke, “You know I can give you much more pain than this. So, you bette
