CHAMLEE’S POV

“Ooow... o...”

“My Chamlar, you are awake?” I asked but there was no response from her. Instead, she lost consciousness again.

I was anxiously sitting by her bedside when she started to murmur again. She was in a critical state and had never blinked since she fainted in my arms.

I felt her pulse, her breathing was shallow, getting even weaker by the minute. All she does was her occasional murmurs and repeat a few inchoate words.

It was all my fault, I shouldn’t have allowed her to carry out her will on me. What am I afraid of, death?

I am ready to die than to see...