Sufiyan was standing in front of the mirror, only in his trousers with water dripping down from his wet hairs.

His eyes contemplating his tempting body, ripped muscles any woman would love to touch but it made him feel fragile from inside.

His eyes fell upon the scar on his chest, on the right side.

He rarely pays heed to it but whenever he does, it shatters his heart, making him feel utterly vulnerable.

A side of weakness the world doesn't know.

"I will never forgive you." He whispered.

Tracing his index finger on the scar on his chest with a scowl creeping on his face, jaw clenching in rage....