Rhehan opened the door very slowly as if the person lying on the bed was not unconcious but sleeping. The VIP room was elegantly covered in dark wood, with all available ameneties.

Rose lay on the bed peacefully , her cheeks were no longer pale. Her arm was wrapped in bandages and few machines were attatched to record her vitals.

Rhehan took the seat closest to her and saw her face carefully. Her features were too delicate which gave her the look of a fairy. She was now covered in a loose hospital gown, but Rhehan could not help but look at her curves carefully.

He did not realise that this was the first time he did not have a hard on , looking at a girl. For the first time he was not looking at her with lusty eyes. He wanted to savour her image in his mind forever. His beautiful saviour, who looks so stunning even when unconcious. Her selfless attitude towards Rhehan had made him look at women with a different perspective.

He carefully touched her soft fingers and a similar current ran across his body making him retrace his hands again. His heart was beating rapidly and his breathing was getting uneven.

What is she doing to me? Why do I feel like this?

He looked at her face again and tears started forming in his eyes again. This was the first time in his life that somebody had acted selflessly for him. The feeling of being cared and protected was something he had never experienced. It was just with his old man he recieved a little amount of this feeling, that too for a few years. After he grew old, it was Rhehan who took care of him and helped him in everything.

He looked at Rose again with intense eyes. In those few minutes, he knew he could do anything for this girl now. He would even give up his life for her. He promised himself to help her in every possible way.