I gulped soundly. He turned towards me painfully slowly. He glared at me like a hawk.

I look like deer caught in a spotlight. Nowhere to escape I remained at my spot. His breathing was rugged and there was a turmoil of emotions in his eyes. Hurt, pain, regret but the one which was most prominent was the anger. Fuck.

He was furious on me for not telling him about the letters. As if reading my thoughts, he clutched the paper in his hand harder.

“What is this?” he grumbled, his voice on edge. He was in no mood to mess with.

“Ummm… a letter.” I said innocently.

He closed...