Next morning.

“This was the birthday gift your father got for you,” Sayantika heard her mother saying, her eyes fixated on the gold bracelet with an initial of hers and Abhimaan's name on the chain.

Her brown orbs welled up seeing it. “Come on, it's your birthday; don't cry,” Rewa said, cupping her cheeks as she wiped her tears away.

Sayantika gazed at her mother trying to act all strong in front of her, but she does know how much her mother suffers every day, getting panic attacks and nightmares and whatnot.

She could never be able to feel the amount of pain Rewa is suffering. Oh, how much she...