The Veiled Hearts

🌹Web of Lies🔪

I turned around and started walking towards my bike, but I couldn't help glancing back every few steps, wondering if she was still walking or if she would turn around to hit me with a fourth question. Once I reached my bike, I put on my helmet and started the ignition.

The moment she was out of sight, I started my bike, but I kept the pace slow, just enough to keep her in view as she made her way towards the mansion's gate.She soon reached the gate, and just as she predicted, the guard stopped her.

I knew what I had to do. I accelerated, catching up to her and stopping my bike close behind. The guard grabbed her hand and roughly pulled her to his side. Anger flared up inside me, and my grip on the handlebars tightened when I saw the fear in her eyes from the sudden, heartless jerk.

How could the guard not notice the bandage on her hand?Then I realized, to him, she was just another outsider, standing between the owner of this grand house and its gate. For security guards, people like her are nothing but potential threats or obstacles, especially since she's dressed as a guy. He would handle her like any other male intruder.I took off my helmet and called the guard over. She looked at me with anger in her eyes, as if blaming me for making her come to my house in disguise.

The guard approached and stood before me, blocking my view of her as he turned his back to her. I asked, "Why is the new bodyguard trainee standing outside?""Oh! He's the new trainee," the guard replied, scratching his head. "I was asking for his identity, but he kept gesturing about something I couldn't understand."I glanced over at her, and the expression on her face spoke volumes. She looked like she was mentally cursing both the guard and me with the most disgusting words she could muster.

I couldn't blame her; I was cursing myself in my head too. Why did I choose to wake up this morning? I should have stayed inside my room, away from all this chaos.With a heavy sigh, I turned back to the guard. "His name is Vansh Singh, and he can't talk. It's his first day on the job, and he was injured, so I bandaged___"Before I could finish my sentence, I heard a loud thud done by a foot on ground came from her direction.

I quickly looked over, and she shot me a look that clearly said I was giving the guard way too much detailed information-details that could expose her disguise. The bodyguard was about to turn around, but I hurriedly stopped him, saying, "He was injured, so I suggested he get a bandage, which is why he's late. He may have misplaced his identity card during the process."

The guard nodded, a hum of understanding escaping his lips. Without another word, he swung the gate open, allowing her passage.Before I could start my bike, she bolted inside like a rooster fleeing from danger. The guard instinctively moved to stop her, but I quickly gestured for him to let her go.

I could sense her desperation; she needed to get away, and fast.I pulled on my helmet, but before revving the engine, I turned to the guard and said something I knew was important. "I know you're doing your duty, but I'm telling you-not as your boss, but as a fellow human-please don't harm those who are already hurt."