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I never thought that I could be a TV serial's female protagonist but I guess I was utterly wrong.

I was combing my hair in front of the mirror when I heard knocking on the door and went to check it. Only to find a British maid I don't know standing there, bowing down in front of me.

It still feels awkward but I am slowly getting used to it.

"Please, don't bow. Just tell me what is it?" I asked her when she raised her head to look at me and from the look on her face, I could make out it was not good.

And when I heard that Cedric's mother has called me, the anxiety in my heart grew per step I took towards the living room.

Don't know why but I am not getting good feeling about it.

And just when I entered, she was standing in the centre of the room, hands crossed in her front when she opened her mouth to tell me to shut the door.

So I did, the click sound ringing in the enormous room when I shut the door behind me and walked towards her with my slow and small steps.

And when I was standing in front of her, she said,"Won't you greet me?" An indirect order for me to bow in front of her. I don't want any drama so I bowed infront of her.

But only when I raised my head, I felt a cold metal touching the skin of my right temple.

And that's when I knew, I fell right in trap.

Seriously Isha? With Cedric around, you should've been an expert in these things but you were fooled again.

Like mother, like son.

"Mad..madam? What is...this about?" My voice shook with fear evident and my hands clenched at the sides of my saree, holding on so that my trembling isn't visible but it looks like I am failing in it, miserably.

"Leave my son."

The fear in body felt nothing as compared to the pain in the pit of my heart when I heard her. I mean I know I should have expected but when she started teaching me embroidery and stuff that she saw fit. I was deligent student.

So I thought maybe, just maybe she'll spare me. But now I see, she was just waiting for the right moment. And with Cedric gone, no better opportunity could come in front of her.

I resigned to any hope that was emerging in my heart and with a low wishpering voice, I spoke.

"I...will but madam, he's promised me to find my baba. So please until my baba is found, let me stay with him." I said clinging to the last strand of hope.

"Do you take me for a fool? And now that you mention him, do you even like that monster?" The question came more as a arrow and less as words. How can a mother call his own son, monster?

With such a mother, no wonder Cedric turned out to be what he is today.

"Yes, I do."

I heard a snickering sound when I said it and the cold metal was pressed more closer as if it wasn't close enough before.

"Can you tell me any one of his characterstics that you like, to convince me that you actually like him? If so, I will do you a favour." The mockery in her tone was clearly evident but now is not the right time to mention that.

His characterstics...his...!

"He never gave up on me. Now please madam, allow me to stay with him. I will do as you say when my baba is found." The hope in me grew when I heard her going silent all of a sudden.