"That was the one thought that always played in my background. I can call this is as a nightmare that haunts me every day. Though I know we are different, our status doesn't match, we have nothing in common, you are a king of Mafia where as I am just a flower girl and all these changes; yet somehow I madly believed that I will get to meet you. Mark asked me about this many times, and even the thought of you being with someone stabbed my heart into pieces" Arya looked away.
A sly smirk appeared on Tristan's face and he was engulfed with a challenging eye.
"Parker, my date must be waiting for me. I don't like making people wait for me, now that you are okay the doctors will prescribe you the medication and other. Have some rest" Tristan tuned back.
"Wait.." Arya said a little louder than the pitch she was using until then and a smug made its way to Tristan's lips.
He turned back with a nonchalant expression.
