Seasons- Golden Hours

🌻Let me burn🌻

Eshani 

I was settled on the wooden chair, the iron key was the only thing placed in front of me. Agastya could have left without giving me the spare key, right? Then why would he do that. 

I made sure to act normal and not let him get even a bit of idea about my knowledge. 

I held the key in my palm, the coldness made me shiver. My gaze pinned on the main door as I wet my dry lips. I could run. 

I should run. 

The voice of that man when Agastya was slicing his forearm was clouding my head. If he found me and knew I tried to run away, he could kill me too. Neither do I have the money to repay him for the contract between us. 

Think Eshani. Think. 

He calls Inder uncle his Kaka, his family or siblings I have no idea who they are but he knows everything about me. 

No I should not think about anything related to him. My whole body jerked as my phone ringed breaking the silence of the room. 

I picked up. "Eshani! When would you be back already? We have a lot to do and even Mahika is here!" Adhira chirped from the other side but today even her voice is not bringing me the comfort that it should. 

"I will be back soon, I promise." 

"You sound low, what happened?" her question made me silent for a moment. 

Nothing Adhira, just the man I was kissing yesterday turned into a complete psycho and has a butcher type room where he kill people for fun... 

"It's just the work load." I shrug and could feel her concerned eyes through the screen. 

"Take care, Eshani. You had dark circles back then too. You work way too hard so just don't burden yourself okay?" Her voice washes over me like a shower of soft petals caressing my skin. 

I close my eyes feeling the warmth from the fireplace. "I will." I say and we hang up the phone. 

If I run from him, he has the ability to hurt everyone I have ever mentioned. Running away isn't an option anymore. Then what should I do? 

The biggest survival kit that I have always clung to is information. I don't know until when Agastya would keep me here, if he is planning to go India or not. 

Inder uncle stays too often to see what is going on beneath his soul. 

Is there any humanity left in Agastya or he has turned him into a complete sadist? 

I caress the bandage he wrapped on my finger, the way his eyes were concerned. I rush to my room, taking out my diary. Turning the pages, I start analyzing. 

There is an equal part of me that is terrorized completely and the other is curious about why did he do whatever he did. 

Why he cut down that particular part? 

There is a mystery unraveling inside and to survive him, I first need to figure him out. 

How low he could go? How merciless he could be? 

How helpless he is... 

I close my diary because it doesn't take me long to figure out that I can't write what I saw in elaboration. Its not good for my own mental health. 

I walk out of the hall, roaming around. The jacket he made me wear feels heavy but comforting. The wooden door keep coming in front of my eyes. 

He is rarely out these days and I don't have much chances to figure things out. Whatever I need to know could probably be hidden behind that door.