Opening her eyes, the first she witnessed was his face.
His hair was covering his forehead and soft breaths were fanning his pink lips.
With an unbearable painful expression, she started stroking her palms over Armaan's cheeks.
If Armaan wasn't standing behind her as her rock, she won't be here,
She won't be what she is today.
She doesn't understand why Armaan is such a sweetheart.
Why does he always ignore her flaws,
Why did he never expect a sorry or any explanation from her?
**Stop comparing Armaan with him, because he can never be like Armaan!
Never! **
Her, own thoughts scolded her.
Using her fingers she brush off his hair from his forehead while thinking about last night.
He was treating her like he treats Alexa, showering all his love and care at her.
**By
