ROSE’S POV

I was almost fell asleep on Akbar’s chest without recollecting that this is not the final battle. We’d kissed, caressed as if it could bring back all the lost days and nights we were apart or the ones we spent with each other without recognizing each other.

However, he woke me with his gentle touch. “It’s almost morning, you should go in”

I clung to him, like a lost teddy bear. “When will my baby and I have the chance to be with you in arms, Akbar?” I cried. ...