Chapter 298. Her Need

Sheharzaad placed another soaked washcloth on his forehead. His fever wasn't subsiding, and in his unconscious state, he was just muttering, "Mother. Where are you, mother?"

When she had gone inside that graveyard, she had found him fainted on his mother's grave. She called the guards, and they took her to the Haveli, where she was now taking care of him.

They had come back to the Haveli a few days ago. The sole reason he had decided to come here was to pay a visit to his mother's grave.

"Sherry," Sheharzaad whispered, placing her palm on his face. "Sherry," she whispered again, placing her head near where his heart beat. She closed his eyes to feel his calm and rhythmic heartbeats.

"Sherry," she whispered, feeling and getting comfortable in his warmth.

A lone tear escaped her eye and fell on his chest. Everything that had happened around her weighed heavily upon her heart. She needed to breathe, needed a respite, and for some reason, his arms provided