Book 7 of the Mangoverse
What's written in your fate, finds you on its own.
Collection of short stories.
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Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own.
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I step around a few stones, still keeping my hold on his arm tight as we walk more into the goddamn jungle he has his house surrounded with. The sun is starting to set and the sky is all shades pretty, but it won't be long before it all turns dark.
I thought we have gotten closer over the last five months, that we are at least civil and friends but nope. "Did you bring me here to murder me in the dark?" He doesn't look at me but he nods his head. "Thodi si bhi sharam aati hai?" He shakes his head this time.
(Do you have even a little bit shame?)
He is horrible. I won't help him when he has nightmares the next time. Who am I kidding? I will help him. I will always help him. I hate that he has nightmares and I hate that I cannot take them away. His nightmares do not haunt him everyday but they are still more prevalent than they should be. And that makes me think that there is something that happened that I do not know of.
I tried asking around the house how Haider lost his voice but none of the servants know and Khan chacha refuses to answer. I thought of asking my husband myself but I'm worried I would trigger something much worse than just nightmares. So I keep quiet.
I hear a rustle somewhere from around and stop. Please don't be a wild animal. I don't think I can run back fast enough in a saree. Why do I even wear them?! Well because they make me look the part of the Begam that I am now. My husband is royalty and somehow looks like it even in a suit. I look like a wannabe elitist in pantsuits since I never wore them. Sarees? Perfection.
"Haider? We should go back." He stops beside me but doesn't move. After waiting for a few seconds, he lets go of my hand and takes a couple steps farther away. "What are you do-AHHHHHHHH!"
I stare horrified as my husband falls to the ground and a white lion jumps on top of him. Oh my god, He cannot die like this!! But how do I fight off a lion. I look around for something or someone when I notice my husband smile at the lion that is trying to- hug him? Or whatever it is.
I lean against a tree before falling down, watching the two meet and greet each other. He did bring me here to kill me. I just know I had my first heart attack. Two more times meeting this lion and I'll be dead.
Haider turns to the side with a smile and frowns when he sees me sitting against a tree like a ghost. He pushes the lion off of him like a common rat and stands up to crouch in front of me with a frown. I glare at him. "What is wrong with you?!"
He frowns at me. All innocent. I will murder him myself is the lion refuses to. "I thought you were going to die! How could you just bring me here with no warning?" He seems guilty for a second before he turns to call the lion closer. Maybe he has a concussion, nothing else explains this.
