The same girl took me and Graves and us to our room. Graves tried to speak with her, but she couldn't understand anything he said, to his dismay. But we did come to know her name. Vishaka. She unlocked the gate of our room and left. It was at this point I realised that I would have to hear Graves ranting about her this whole mission. "Vishaka" Graves spoke in dreamy voice. Great, it has started. I went inside and plopped down on the bed so I didn't have to hear to his voice. But he had other ideas. "did you see her, Cyan?" "You will be surprised to know, but I do have eyes." "Isn't she beautiful?". I grunted, "Whatever.". Graves slumped on the other bed opposite to me. This gave time to look at the room. They were small but cozy, nevertheless. The beds creaked under my weight, but I didn't mind. I have had worse. No bedbugs. It was kept clean. A photo frame hung above each of ours bed, with the painting of a woman with an earthen pot on her head. She wore the traditional Indian attire, her eyes shining with curiosity. "We have a long day ahead, Graves. Go to sleep" I adviced him."I don't think I can. She will haunt my dreams" . For god's sake, their goes his cheesy lines. I covered myself with a blanket and decided to go to sleep. It wasn't late before I felt exhaustion hit me. I closed my eyes and soon started drifting through my dreams, the last voice I heard belonging to Graves, reciting some poem.
YOU ARE READING
Rose of grace
Fantasyhi. I don't get much time to write. but I hope you like my delusional story with a strong female lead. And of course, it's Indian. Because we don't get represented enough. Also, this is my first story!
