....Prologue....

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So.........how did I get myself into this situation? I never imagined to be someone's obsession and definitely not a killer's on top of that. He is as cruel as I am scared. He never shows mercy on anyone and now that I am his next prey so why was I hoping for mercy.

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I was taking my steps back, scared for my life while the man in front of me was proudly taking his steps towards me.

🌼 "Cedric please don't."

💂🏻 "What don't, Flower?"

🌼 "Don't do this."

💂🏻 "You brought this upon yourself."

🌼 "You threatened me."

💂🏻 "I didn't, I gave you options."

🌼 "If I don't marry you, you will kill my family?"

💂🏻 "Yeah. These are options, either you come to me yourself or I'll drag you with me. But remember that either way, you will be mine."

🌼 "I am sorry."

💂🏻 "For what?"

🌼 "For raising my head that day when I had to bow down in front of you. Don't punish my family."

💂🏻 "If you hadn't did that, I wouldn't have seen your face. So it was lucky for me. Now are coming with me or shall I carry you?"

No, I will never surrender in front of him. Not when he thinks he can have anything from us Indians as per he wishes.

I, without looking back ran away from there and when I reached at a decent distance, I looked behind and saw that he wasn't following me like he always did.

But whatever, I don't have time to think all of this. I have to visit there before I get stuck in anything else. I can't stay here anymore. I can't endure anymore.

You can't cry Isha, you opted for law to fight against evil now you are letting the evil affect you. You can't be weak in front of him.

But what can I do when he threatens to kill my family when they are the only ones who were kind enough to not ask me any questions about anything unlike other's.

First, I time traveled and as if that wasn't enough, it's the time the Britishers were ruthlessly ruling over India. And to think the most cruel Colonel among those is obsessed with me, it's more difficult for me to find a way out.

The last thing I remember before coming here was that I was just admiring the box in the storage room of that famous museum. What did I do wrong? Where did everything go wrong? What's even worse is that I did the mistake of raising my head in front of a Colonel and that Colonel was Cedric Gastrell. He is the one whose hat was kept there with the bangles and that's what caught my attention in that whole museum.

But instead of hitting me with his whip like I expected him to, he didn't do anything but stared at me and told me to run away and never do that again. And that day everything went smoothly but the real trouble started after one week of that incident.

Thinking all this I didn't even realise that I have reached my house. I knocked on the door, it opened and there came a brown hair, brown eyes, wheatish skin coloured girl, Megha. The only girl in this whole village who is of my age and not married like me.

She looked at me as I was a crying mess and opened the door while telling me that maa and papa are coming home tonight and if I want I can tell them everything and we came resolve and that I don't have to do this alone.

I know it but can't, I can't risk anyone's life because of me. I shook my head and went inside to my room to rest.

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I am fixing my collar in front of my mirror thinking of my little flower who is about to come in her glass cage very soon.

When a human loves, he sacrifices but when a devil loves, he only takes.
And I am called a merciless killer for a reason.

The day she raised her head in front of me, I should have scolded her but seeing her innocent face, I even forgot how to use my words let alone my whip.

I just admired her face and thought how it would look like when she would be my wife and with my child in her delicate arms.

To think that I would fall for a mere Indian woman would have made me take it as a trashy joke before but now, now I am mesmerized. I, Cedric Gastrell has fallen in love. And when Cedric loves, he means unhealthy obsession.

It's true that I was mesmerized by my little flower but she decided to hate me, defy me, and be afraid of me resulting in avoiding me and ignoring my calls whenever she feels like and everytime I promise myself not to fall for her charms and be lenient with her, I fail to do so resulting in only threatening her because not even in my dreams can I bring myself to hurt her.

I took my cologne and sprayed on myself before going towards my hat to wear it.

But I just know the perfect way that I can make little flower come to me, herself. That is, if my stubborn flower did that or I wouldn't mind bringing her myself even if it meant bringing her towards my hell.

I have found myself a cute little flower and I intend to keep it in my glass cage without letting go.

I went towards my weapons section and with one hand took my gun and with another took my whip. I put them both in their respective places and went out of my enormous room perfectly fit for me and my little flower.

I went towards the main hall and snaped my fingers. Just then two of my men came rushing in front of me.

I asked them is the work asked them is done or not and they knew the value of their and their families lives so they replied positively.

Hearing their response, I grinned widely and dismissed them. After they were gone, I said to myself,

"Now let the show begin, Little Flower."

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