"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.

In the morning, as the sun gently peeked through the curtains, Alex stirred from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and he immediately noticed the wounded hand resting by his side. A pang of pain shot through his injured hand, but he found solace in the thought that soon his angel would be by his side, soothing not only his physical pain but also the ache in his heart.

"Mine," he whispered softly, his voice filled with longing. "Mine to ruin, mine to soothe, just mine to do whatever I desire." With these words, he rose from his bed and began his morning routine.

Making his way to the dining table, Alex took a seat, his mother already seated across from him. She looked at him with concern in her eyes and spoke gently, "Alex, my dear, let that poor soul be. She is not meant for you and your cruel world."

A surge of anger welled up within Alex, causing his eyes to turn red. He retorted fiercely, "Mom, she is meant for me, and even if she isn't, I will make her mine forever, no matter the cost."

His mother sighed, realising the depth of his infatuation. "But Alex, you must treat her with kindness. You have hurt her before, both physically and emotionally. If you continue down this path, she will only come to despise you."

Alex smirked, his determination unyielding. "Whatever she feels, whether it be love or hate, it is mine to claim. She has every right over me, just as I will have every right over her."

"Hate may be stronger than love," he continued, his voice filled with conviction. "But I want our bond to be unbreakable. I am prepared to endure whatever she throws at me, even if it means her hatred. My love for her will not bind her to love me, but it will bind her to be with me."

His mother was taken aback by his words, realising the depth of his obsession. She knew that no one could save the poor girl from his clutch.

After finishing his breakfast, Alex left for the office, his mind consumed by thoughts of his angel. As he drove, he whispered to himself, "I know, my angel, that you will be mine. Just wait for me, even if you choose not to. I will make you mine."

Arriving at his office, Alex wasted no time in retreating to his private cabin. His personal assistant knocked on the door, seeking permission to enter. Alex granted him access, and the assistant handed him a file containing the information he had requested.

Alex nodded his head in acknowledgment and dismissed his assistant. Opening the file, he read the name "Alisha" and discovered that she was an orphan, only eighteen years old, and studying fashion design at a prestigious college on a scholarship.

A smile played on Alex's lips as he pondered the contradiction between her intelligence and her innocent demeanour. She resided in the Autumn Orphanage and had never had a boyfriend, oblivious to the numerous suitors who had pursued her.

"Oh, my angel," he thought, his smile widening. "You truly are an angel, unaware of the cruelty of this world. It is my duty to show you the truth. I can protect you from anyone, but who will protect you from me? Perhaps I should start by visiting your orphanage."

Without hesitation, Alex called his personal assistant and instructed him to gather more information about his angel's whereabouts within fifteen minutes. As he waited, he fantasised about the day when she would be in his arms, in his bed, and in his home, knowing that no one could separate them.

His assistant returned promptly with the information, and Alex set off for his destination .

On the other hand..

In orphanage,

Alisha woke up and went about her morning routine.

She joined the other children at the dining table, where they all sat together, sharing a meal.

"Today is your holiday, right ?"Mary, the caretaker, mentioned that it was a holiday for Alisha's college.

Alisha confirmed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, Mother Mary, that's why all the children are going on a picnic today."

Mother Mary smiled warmly and encouraged them to eat before they embarked on their adventure. The children quickly finished their meal and set off for the beach, where they would spend the day.

At the beach, they laughed, played, and enjoyed each other's company. As the day wore on, their appetites grew, and they requested Alisha to fetch them some food. Obliging, she made her way to the ice cream parlour, returning with a tray of ice cream for everyone.

As they savoured their treats, the children asked Alisha about her college life. She shared a story about a boy who had approached her, but she dismissed him, finding his attempts to introduce himself rather foolish.

"You are so innocent, Alisha," one of the children remarked, causing the others to giggle. Another child inquired about Lucky, a missing dog of the orphanage.

Alisha's eyes welled up with tears as she recounted the story of Lucky's disappearance.

The children embraced her, assuring her that they would protect her. In a playful gesture, they smeared ice cream on her face before running off, their laughter filling the air.

Alisha chased after them, her heart filled with both joy and pain. In her pursuit, she stumbled and fell, scraping her knees. Tears streamed down her face again as she saw the blood, and the other children rushed to her side, helping her up and guiding her to a nearby bench.

"How can you be so clumsy?" one of them asked, concern etched on their face. "You always seem to hurt yourself."

Alisha sniffled, wiping away her tears. She looked at her friends and smiled through the pain, grateful for their support and love.