"Treat my wound." The moment He removed his shirt, her hands started trembling. Blood covered his back. Deep wounds. Old scars. "Oh Kanha..." tears filled her eyes instantly. "Aap doctor hain." "We are not husband and wife," she whispered shakily. "Aapne humse jabardasti shaadi ki hai..." Yet she still stepped closer. Because no matter how much she hated him, she couldn't watch him suffer. He kept staring at her through the mirror while she treated his wounds with trembling hands. "Aapko dard nahi ho raha...?" she whispered. "Dard se purana rishta hai humara." Her eyes filled again. "Hum aapse nafrat karte hain..." "I know." "Phir bhi aap humare paas kyun aaye?" "Kyuki poori duniya hume dard mein dekhna chahti hai ... lekin aap humara dard dekh kar toot jati hain Her heartbeat stumbled. "Hum apke ke liye kya hai?"she whispered softly. This time his eyes locked onto hers completely. "Humara sukoon." Aap humpe trust karte hain...?" She asked innocently- completely unaware that the man standing before her had never trusted anyone in his entire life. Not the world. Not the people who worked for him. Not even the gun in his own hand. But the moment it came to her- "Khud se bhi zyada." A cold-blooded mafia king. An innocent maid who became his only weakness. And an obsession so terrifying... he was willing to burn the whole world just to keep her close.