He remembered all those years as a child, when his father would ground him, as he screamed, punching past the bedroom door with his tiny fist. Just because he didn't get his way.

Things were a lot different for Arian now. There was no need to throw a tantrum, knowing fully well that it wouldn't solve half of his problems.

Ever since he heard the heart breaking news that he had to get married again, he had locked himself in this room.

Only this time, it felt even more painful. All the attempts to get him to eat or even drink water were to no avail.

He had it in...