NAINA
He took out his phone from his jacket and dialed a number. He called for a car, so I assumed that maybe he had called one of his men. After around fifteen minutes of his calling, a white shining Range Rover came into view. During those fifteen minutes, he sat at another bench. Probably he was avoiding eye contact with me. So was I. Both of us were embarrassed by our own actions. I could not believe myself, I had never done any such thing with any man, after Kundan's death. I had not even felt this way for any man, not even for Kundan, the way I felt for this Jackson today.
My gaze went in the direction of his hand, the blood from which had stopped oozing out. But there was a dark red blood clot visible on the dorsum of his hand. The wound might be paining a lot. The same way my s
