Between The Singhanias

Chapter 21

Dhwani had stayed inside the room that Bheem Singh had showed to her after him telling the tale of Lady Gabriel Alastair and her fight for her love. She had chuckled slightly, recalling Bheem Singh's words. Dhwani was a woman who didn't believed in love stories and neither she could think that she would ever fall in love and Dhwani credited that to her parents and their favorite Vinay for that.

The palace was magnificent but there was nothing Dhwani could do here and so, she stared blindly at the Indian TV series that were doing nothing but annoying her as she changed the television, sitting on the bed.

Her eyes snapped when the TV flicked before it went completely blank as darkness spread in her room. "Oh god!" She cried out loud as she flashed her mobile light on, in the anticipation of finding a candle or a touch, fearing that her low percent phone will go dead soon.

"This palace basically needs a renovation in lightning," murmured Dhwani to herself as she raked through the cupboard. With each passing time, her blood was starting to run cold. She didn't believed in ghosts but the stories she had heard were endless and from those stories, she knew it was just these times ghosts came hunting for its prey with the situation like this when the lights went off and they show up out of nowhere.

Her fingers clutched around the metal when she found the candle holder and luckily for her, the candles were kept beside it, making her work easy to light up the candles. "It was better to watch those serials than staring the darkness," Dhwani whispered to no one in particular as she made her way outside of the room for her. The sound of her steps echoing through huge yet empty corridors and galleries had made her check on if someone was behind.

'She was so stupid to believe in ghosts' Dhwani shook off her head but she knew deep down, she was sacred. There was no sight of a being and the fear crawled under her skin. Dhwani had seen how the ghosts appeared from dark in movies when the protagonist roamed around the big as hell house.

A sharp sound had made her accidentally hit her elbow on the wall when Dhwani had abruptly turned to stare back with the candle holder still in her hand.
Rudra. Her mind trailed to him. He had not showed up after telling Bheem Singh to carry her luggage and she wondered where he could be. Not that Dhwani cared and sort that it was none of her business. For now, she wanted to find where the sounds had come from.

It was sharp almost heart screeching. Just like a gunshot, Dhwani had let inaudible gasp when the realization darted upon her. Gunshot. That was what it was!

But in any way, the realization wasn't helping her. It was possible for someone attacking them. After all, Trivandhan Mahal was old, antique yet beautiful more than ever and a powerful rich family like Singhanias going under attack was more likely. They had more enemies than friends.

Her paced fastest, in anticipation of finding Bheem Singh or any servant of the palace when Dhwani had felt someone grabbing her elbow. She had let a loud hiss in agony before holding the candle up to look at the person. Hazel eyes up shot up. "Are you okay?"

His voice was panicked, almost that sounded worry. Dhwani had thought she assumed his tone as concern. Rudra and concern. The two words didn't seem to fit right, especially for her. "What would happen to me?" She responded, hiding clearly the fact that she was sacred a mere moment ago.

"I thought... I thought.." Rudra seem to not put in the words. I thought something happened to you. Rudra couldn't even imagine that. She had wriggled her eyebrows but shrugged off the matter before pulling her elbow from his grasp. Her eyes fell on his hand, he was holding a gun and it was easy for her to put in that it belonged to him, after all, she was forced to hold it twice and both of times, it was enough to bring the life out of her. It had brought his psychopathic side.