C91 He Took My Child

Nadia’s POV

Veer couldn’t go home. My cry won’t let him. We have been anticipating the sergeant for over an hour already.

I was seated with Veer on the same couch with my head using his shoulder as a pillow. His hand was slid around my waist from the back, keeping me closer to himself while patting me to stop crying. Hema was seated on the other couch beside us