Mysterious Lover (Completed)

🔥🔥The Burning Potrait🔥🔥

Through the same route as been described by Sidharth, he along with Prof. reached the same barren land covered with nothing. The sun was still shining though only a few rays reach the land as they pass through the thick canopy.

"Suraj dubne mein abhi kafi waqt hai..hum shayad tab tak kuch dhund le." Prof. said. They get on their work trying to look for something different. Their eyes tried to find something peculiar in their vicinty but nothing seem to come out. The time was passing with its own pace and gradually they started running short of time.

The Sun was about to set. The place had already grew dark. With only two torch lights on, Sidharth and Prof. were still trying to find something different. Soon Sidharth became frustrated and kicked the dry soil of the ground with frustration as he was badly failing in his aim. He sat beside a tree trunk as sweat trickled from his head. Hours have passed and they had nothing in their hand. His head was aching along with his heart and eyes strain due to their work in feeble light. He rubbed his eyes and tried looking again. It was then he noticed.

He suddenly straighten his back as he found a small seedling growing in the entire barren area. With not even a single tree, it was the only living plant surviving there. He moved towards it in shock. Somehow, somewhere he just couldn't register its existence and then it clicked him.

"Prof.!!" He called him while he was busy in finding something in the nearby area. "We should dig here.." He didn't waited for another second and started digging the dry soil for some clue. The Sun was setting and his hands were simultaneously moving as shovel removed the layers of soil. With another throw of soil from the shovel, he noticed something unusual. Something was shining beneath that soil. He quickly removed the left out soil from his hand and pushed his hand in the earth to grab it out. 

Exactly beneath that seedling lied a silver polished anklet. His mind ran again as soon as he saw the anklet. He pushed his dirty hands in his pocket taking out its pair. Yes, it was of hers. He remembered the night when he visited this place for the first time. He had found one anklet of the pair then and now he had the complete pair in his hands. He hadn't recovered from the shock when his ears got alarmed with a familiar voice. The sound of jingling of anklets. It was the same sound that he heard that night. He snapped his head in all the directions to find her but all he could hear was the sound. She was nowhere in vicinity.

Suddenly Prof. Acharya started feeling a severe headache. The sound of anklets was increasing and so was his pain. Before Sidharth could do anything, he fall on ground eventually losing consciousness. The sound increased more until it sounded very near.

He moved his torch to every corner to look for her. Suddenly his torch lost the power. He tried switching on Prof.'s torch which also had same fate. While he frustratingly moved the switch of torch, suddenly a cool wind cross him and as if someone had said something, he heard a name in the aura.

"Sideshwar.." He snapped out of torch as soon as he heard that. It came from right behind him. He snapped back and here she was- Sana.

The wind blew wildly making her hairs fly in air like feathers. She look heavenly beautiful but still there was something eerie about her. His breath got caught in her throat. She was standing right in front of him Sana. The answer to all the questions. He had to get it now. Not for his curiosity, not for anyone but for Sandhya. She is waiting..waiting for him to come over and save her and he'll lose his own soul tonight to save her. All he needed now is her life. It didn't matter if he had to risk his own.

"Kya tum sach mein ho?" Sidharth asked. The fear was never there but now the uncanny feeling also flew away.

"Hum to hoke bhi nahi hai...sirf ek ehsaas hai jo sirf tumhe ho sakta hai...ek hawa ka jhonka jo sirf tum mehsoos kar sakte ho...ek bhatakti rooh jise sirf tum dekh sakte ho.." Her voice was slow but prominent. With love in her eyes, her gaze was meeting with his.