"Did I touch a sensitive nerve?"

Priyank jolted back. "I don't have...a...fa..." The word was ready to slip from his tongue, but he wouldn't let it happen. Not even in his dreams would he ever utter it. “Don't relate that bastard with me.”

That man was just a sperm donor who left his own wife and child for his mistress. A man like that could never truly be a husband or father.

In Priyank's memories, he never was one, and he never would be - and Priyank would make sure it stayed that way. With every breath, he held onto that resolve, refusing to let it slip.

"You can't talk...