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Chapter 17

I have seen fire,
storms are met in such a dire.
I blink nonchalantly,
it never happened was what I can think.
The least of my fear still occurs blatantly.

Summer times for god's sake! was the sweat head I woke with. It was 1:56 A.M. and I haven't had sweet sleep for long time now, I mean the proper night sleep.

Water gushed into my body quenching heat and thirst. It was then I noticed clock ticking 2'O, I felt the air still for a bit.

Tuk tuk!

The knock on the antic window in my room startled me. I picked up my pepper spray sitting next to my glass vase. With a cautious move I cracked open the window.

Thump! " oh my god! ", I screech in terror. The shiver within was due to bloody Rohan falling onto my floor. My brain was quizzical about how fast was he approaching his death.

I reached towards his back tenderly, held his arm and put it on my shoulder. Keeping my nerves under curb I supported him towards the bed.

I tried all possible first aids and hoped he would feel better. Silently I thanked god for keeping him alive till he reached me.

I spread my favorite blanket over his meek body. I want him to survive. Unfortunately I can't provide him medical aid because I wouldn't be able to give reasons for his state if I call ambulance. Actually this is a flabbergasting surprise for me.

After returning from the forest two days ago this is the least I expected because no one knew I had returned. Getting to know so much from past few days was lot to take in. The tribe felt my presence unruly after truth was revealed.

The summer was scorching. The chill of forest was gone.

Realization of my reincarnation was like covering up the void in my life. I had thought about Rohan constantly. It was hard to imagine him to be so mean and terrorizing. Even now, being so wounded, he looked the kindest of the men I have ever met.

I bent down to ruffle his hair and kissed him on his creased forehead. He has grown weak was a clear fact, must have been ill fed. Leaving him to rest I walked to my living room.

Hot wind gushed from the tiny window. I stood staring through it. It gave a picturesque view of Earlson mansion. It was so hard to believe I lived their long long ago, with the man in my bedroom now.

Top of the mansion had a huge bell under it's dome. Even in the slight wind it made blooming sound. I felt like revisiting the church.

I agree the place had experienced lot of evilty but, I feel a strange existence of good in it. In its depths there is a strange reverie of light. My soul in its white gown lingers around searching for it.

It is hard to decipher if Ella ever accepted to be Rohanthan's wife. She might have felt responsible for all the mess. As my father quoted in his book,' love is magical, it so is to an extent that it can barren the world '.

I close my eyes feeling that things are finally getting better. Turning towards my room I glance at Rohan, he is alive and safe now.

But, past is still latched. To end it I must put all the characters beholding the key to this latch under the bars. Ella will be justified in this lifetime of her's, me being just her bodily presence will have to do this. My prime target is that ugly cabbie, whom I presume to be responsible for Rohan's present state. So, I wonder a visit to Earl mansion won't be a harm, no wonder it is the best place to hide.

Most importantly I will be stepping into my home, where my ancestors lived. "Home finally", I sigh with a slight smile.

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Father had sent for help. He didn't suspect my involvement in absconding El but, he asked if I felt bad about it. I had to say yes making my saddest face.

Truth was I felt pleased about my work. The devil of my life was far away. I didn't care it caused worry lines on my father's forehead.

I laughed alone while people thought loneliness was killing me. Nearly a month of her absence has given me so much of happiness and what if she dies? I will party over it.

Roger had not been able to meet me again. He is handling Rohan. I felt free to think. My enemies were bleeding, one mentally and one physically. This is how I was approaching towards winning.

My knife glinted now and then hinting me to stain it. Last time I had taken the pleasure of killing Joy sir.

Roger had known that Joy was eavesdropping over our talk in the library. We were going through the book on Earl mansion and its history. When Roger noticed silent movement in the rack behind, he met Joy's eyes.

Roger ran behind him screaming wildly, sending blind threats of killing him. Unfortunately the damn old librarian witnessed the scene. When she heard the word 'kill', she made a horror struck face. Believing that her memory was weak we let her pass.

We decided that Joy will be sent to heaven by me so, I banged his head with a wooden log and stabbed it into his spine. The professor was walking through the lawns of the club when I acted. Here again the old librarian carrying her bag of food parcel walked past at the same instant. This time I presented her head with a slight bump and kicked her aside. I hoped this would lose her memory for good.

I had already taken one life and so I had no intentions of killing this old bitch. Anyway she was soon in line to reach hell.

At present my brain earnestly planned for the end of two more lives. Ripping them apart was my dream meant to be executed as a nightmare to them.