"Darling, take this first aid kit", Alex's mother tenderly passed the first aid kit and softly urged.

With utmost care, Alisha led Alex to the sofa, then knelt before him to attend to his injury. As she tended to his wound, Alex's gaze never left her.

"She's my guardian angel. Unfazed by my blood staining her dress, she cares only for me," Alex pondered, looking at her with newfound admiration.

Alex's mother noticed a longing in his eyes, something she had never seen before, a desire he kept hidden. She understood he yearned for this girl, yet she feared that his darkness might consume her purity.

"If Alex truly desires something, he'll stop at nothing to attain it," she thought, her mind troubled by it.

Once Alisha had finished dressing Alex's wound, she gently declared, "Alright, I must be on my way now. Mr. Alex, promise me you won't harm yourself or others."

Alex snapped out of his daze, but her words ignited a storm of anger within him. "How dare she lecture me as she leaves?" he seethed silently.

"Alisha, at least change your dress; it's stained with blood," Alex's mother advised.

Alisha paused, then replied graciously, "It's alright, Auntie. My mother must be worried about me too. I didn't return to the orphanage last night either."

Alex's eyes widened in surprise, and he questioned, "You're an orphan? But when I asked before, you said you had a mother. What's the truth?"

Alisha smiled softly, explaining, "I'm the eldest at the orphanage, so I call the owner 'mother.' But Mr. Alex, I want you to know something. In all my life, I've never met anyone as cruel as you. You took an innocent life, and I hope never to cross paths with you again."

After Alisha's departure, Alex's thoughts consumed him. He realised his angel was an orphan, and her words cut deep. "Yes, they all think I'm heartless," he contemplated. "But her words sting. She left me in this abyss, taking her radiance with her."

Alex's mother watched him silently, knowing he desired Alisha. She believed she could be the beacon of hope he desperately needed.

Alex storms out of the house, his mind consumed by one question: "Why has my angel left me?"

He spots the negligent guard who had failed in his duty, allowing an intruder into his home. Anger courses through Alex as he approaches the trembling guard, declaring, "You haven't forgotten what I told you. You will pay for letting that intruder into my house."

The guard stammers,"I'm sorry, sir," as he continues to tremble.

"You know that Alex Sharma doesn't forgive mistakes," Alex asserts, watching the guard's fear intensify.

"Yeah, yeah, okay," Alex's conscience taunts him about his initial indifference to the girl. He responds with a dismissive shrug, saying.

"So, your punishment..." Alex begins, his voice dangerously calm, "how about death?"

"Sir, please don't! I have children to feed, a wife, and an ailing mother who depends on me for her treatment," The guard pleads.

Alex remains unswayed, saying, "It doesn't matter to me. I pay you to do your job, which you didn't do properly."

The guard's tears flow freely, catching the attention of Alex's mother, who comes outside to investigate the commotion.

Approaching Alex, she asks, "What happened? Why is the guard crying?"

"Mom, he's going to die today because he didn't do his job when someone intruded into our house."

His mother, shocked by his response, implores, "Alex, he's a human being. How can you take a life for a mistake?"

"That's precisely why I'm punishing him, Mom. Because he's human, and this world has no room for those who make mistakes," he retorted.

His mother tries to reason, "Alex, making mistakes is part of human nature. They teach us, and we learn from them."

Alex remains resolute, saying, "Mom, there's no place for forgiveness in my dictionary. This is my final decision."

His mother, deep in thought, contemplates how to save the guard. She eventually says to the guard, "You can go."

The guard leaves, still trembling and in tears, leaving Alex furious. Through gritted teeth, he asks his mother, "Why did you do that?"

His mother explains, "The guard made a mistake, but you met that girl, right?."

"I know, so what?"

"You can't hide anything from me, you know," his mother states. "I'm your mother, and I can see that you feel something for her, something you've never felt for anyone else."

Alex leaves without a word, his mother's observations weighing heavily on his mind.

"I may have made a mistake by involving that girl. Perhaps she doesn't deserve to be protected by someone like him. If fate brings them together, I'll leave it to destiny to decide. It's hard to coexist with Alex," His mother sighs, thinking.

In his office,

Alex's anger intensifies as he begins hurling objects around. His previously injured hand, tended by Alisha, starts bleeding once more.

Sitting on the office floor, Alex contemplates his feelings. "I want her. I want her in my life. That foolish girl has made me fall for her."

He questions himself, "Do I love her? No, Alex, what's happening to you? Why have you fallen for someone so half-minded?"

Closing his eyes, he reflects, "It's only been three hours since she left, but it feels like someone has drained the life out of me. I don't know what I'm feeling, but I want her. I want her in my arms, in my life, in my bed, moaning my name and crying out in pain."

"I want to corrupt her purity. I want to immerse her in my darkness. I want her to see only me, and heal me, only me," he admits.

"I want to possess her every night, as if there's no tomorrow. I want her to never leave my bed, to be with her every moment. I love her. Is this love? When you want someone more than your breath, when you love them more than yourself, when you need someone more than the blood flowing in your veins..."

"Yes, yes, I love her. I love my angel. No one can take her away from me. Anyone who tries will face death."

Examining his injured hand, he murmurs, "You are my source of peace, my angel. Your screams of pain, your moans, your tears—those are my solace. You are the only good thing in my life."

"Your shouting in pain, your pain filled moans, your tears—these are my peace," he muses, "You know what makes you an angel? You are the only one who can provide me peace."

"I have to make you my angel," he concludes. "I want to hear your angelic voice when you cry for me, see your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of me, and feel your body marked by my touch. I want to taint your purity, and you will be painted in my colour—black."

He yearns for her and whispers, "Just wait for this monster to taint you."

After office.

Alex drives home with his bloody hand. Which is bleeding? I think, “Don't worry Alex; you are going to have someone soon who is going to tend to your injuries."

And then he reaches home and sees his mom sitting in the lobby at the dining table.

Alex's mom says, "Please eat something."

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine," he replies.

Alex's mom sees his hand and notices how much he is bleeding.

She goes toward him, grabs his hand, and says, "You are not fine in this condition. What happened? Why is your already injured hand more injured now? Let me first aid it."

Alex removes his hand from his mother's hand and says to his mom, "Don't worry; soon someone is going to come into my life to take care of me."

"I know for whom he is talking like this. Now, no one can save that poor soul from him. I hope she will change my son; I can only pray, "Alex's mom thinks.

And she too leaves from there for her room, praying things just don't worse then this.

Seeing his mom leave, Alex leaves for his room, in his room he just washes his hand and thinks, "Soon, angel, very soon, you are going to tend to this injury of mine. Soon, you are going to take care of me, soon you are going to sleep with me in my arms." He changes his clothes and falls asleep, dreaming of his angel.

On another side .

Alisha walked back to her orphanage, her steps heavy with the weight of the night's events. After a 30-minute walk, she arrived at the familiar gates.

Mary, the caretaker, rushed to Alisha, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "Where were you all night, Alisha? You have no idea how worried I was."

Alisha held Mary tightly, tears welling in her eyes. She couldn't find words to explain the turmoil inside her.

Mary gently led Alisha to the sofa, where she lay down with her head on Mary's lap. Mary tenderly stroked her cheeks, urging her to share what had happened.

Alisha recounted the entire ordeal, leaving Mary in disbelief. "He killed Lucky?"

"Who ?"Mary gasped in shock.

"A guy whose house I was in the whole night ", Alisha while crying explained the whole situation.

Alisha continued to cry, and Mary comforted her. "Don't worry, dear. God will make him pay for his sins. You need not fear."

"Mother, he killed Lucky, and I saw it happen, "Alisha whispered.

Mary reassured her, saying, "But your dress is stained with his blood. Why be so kind to someone who treats you this way?"

Alisha replied, "Mother, you taught me to show kindness, no matter how others treat me. We mustn't descend to their level."

Mary kissed Alisha's forehead and said, "Now, go change your clothes and rest. You won't be going to college today."

"I must, mother," Alisha persisted.

Mary sighed and relented, "Alright, go get ready. I'll prepare something for you to eat. You haven't had a proper meal yet."

Alisha nodded and headed to her room. As she entered the bathroom, she thought, "God, because of that man, I have to bathe twice a day, first at his house and now here."

After completing her morning routine and changing into fresh clothes, Alisha returned to Mary, who served her favorite pancakes. Alisha devoured them hungrily, making playful faces as she ate.

Mary couldn't help but laugh and remarked, "No one's going to steal your food, Alisha."

"I'm just really hungry, mother. By the way, where are the other children?,"Alisha replied with a mouthful.

"They're on an annual outing with our orphanage team," Mary explained.

"Why didn't they take me, mother?," Alisha questioned.

"Because you're not a child anymore, Alisha," Mary clarified.

"You called me a child, and now you're saying I'm not?," Alisha playfully argued.

Mary chuckled and said, "Alright, you're going to be late for college, my dear. Go now."

Alisha took the last bite of her pancake, stood up, and left for college. Mother silently prayed, "God, please protect my child. She is too pure for this world. That man is dangerous for her. He is the poison that will taint her purity and rob her of her innocence."

In college, Alisha attended her classes. After some time, she went to the canteen and ordered a burger. She sat down to eat, thinking, "God, this food is amazing. I never want to eat anything other than burgers in my life."

"Hi, my name is Shan," A boy approached and said

Alisha looked at him and asked, "Did I ask you your name? Why are you telling me? It's not the right way to introduce yourself to a stranger."

Shan widened his eyes, thinking, "Oh God, she's so innocent. I came to propose to her, and she's incredibly innocent."

Shan replied, "Hey, Miss talkative, I'm going."

Alisha retorted, "Hey, stop it. Why do you say 'stop your train'? I'm not driving a train; I'm eating a burger."

Shan didn't reply and left.

Alisha thought while eating, "Such manly people can't even behave maturely. How can they directly say their name to a stranger? So naive. But I helped him; he won't do that again. I'm smart."

After finishing her burger, Alisha attended her remaining classes. When she returned to the orphanage, she was shocked to see the children who had gone on the trip without her. She exclaimed, "Oh God, you all went without me on the trip!"

All the children from the orphanage rushed toward her, hugging her tightly and saying, "We missed you, Alisha."

Alisha replied, hugging them back, "Oh, I really missed you all too. And now, I'm going to make waffles for you. How do you like that idea?"

Mother Mary interrupted, "No, Alisha, you need rest."

Alisha insisted, "Mother Mary, you all are more important than anything, and making something for you all gives me energy."

The children chimed in, "Alisha wants food fast!"

Mother Mary sighed and thought, "This orphanage may be small, but it's our heaven."

Alisha went to the kitchen and started cooking. The children gathered around her, playfully tickling her. They all laughed and began throwing flour at each other while singing, "Yeah, yeah, we want food. We don't want anything else, just food."

Alisha sang along, "Oh, oh, this is our home. You all want waffles, but what can I do now? Mother is going to scold us all."

Mother Mary entered the kitchen, seeing the mess, and exclaimed, "What on earth have you all done?"

The children and Alisha surrounded Mother Mary, dancing in a circle and singing, "Oh, oh, we're sorry, rum Pam po. You're the Hitler of this home, rum Pam po. Don't worry, rum Pam po, we'll run before you make us read and do chores, rum Pam po." Then they all ran outside.

Mother Mary sighed and thought, "They're all a handful. How can they just run like this? They even call me Hitler."

Alisha and the children gathered outside, and it was already nighttime. They shouted, "Let's eat ice cream!" Covered in flour, they left to enjoy their ice cream.

After finishing their ice cream, they returned to the orphanage. Mother Mary said, "Rum Pam pooh, now the cat has caught the mouse. Rum Pam po, who's going to save them? Oh, rum Pam po."

All the children and Alisha knelt and said, "Mother Mary, we're sorry."

"Okay, now go and bathe and sleep," Mother Mary replied.