When Vincent arrived from his meeting, he found Aditi sleeping on the sofa. On the floor were the wrappers of the snacks she had eaten.
He sat beside her, his gaze lingering on her peaceful face as she slept soundly, her lips parted slightly.
He had watched her grow up. They had met when he was ten and she was only four. He had always wanted to protect her. After all, after his parents' company went bankrupt, with his father committing suicide by jumping off a rooftop and his mother following suit by drinking poison, his family members pushed him from one to another, none of them wanting to take care of him. They saw him as nothing but a burden and bad luck.
