•An Indian Fantasy with Dragons, Witches, Fish and Rice•
A quest for lost love...
In a world where humanity has been driven to near extinction by beings of ash and nightmare, Miriam feels threatened by her own existence. With a beast dwelling insi...
A/N- There are mentions of some *ahem* things in here. Sooo read at your own risk XD
Men are species of utmost brainlessness, thought Esumi as she untangled her arm from the man sleeping beside her. She stared at his legs embracing hers, locking her into place. Only a night spent and he was treating her like his own property. It was true for all of them. Shaking her head, she sat upright in the sheets. The night had pleased her in the way she had been enjoying all her nights in the past year. Finding men and leaving men and then vanishing into thin air. A perfect witchcraft.
Pressing her feet gently on the floor, she searched for her robe and sighed when she found it in tatters. She hadn't thought much of it when his body had moved against hers but it was ruined for good. And she had loved the shade of maroon too. It had gone so well with her blood potions.
She managed to tie it in certain places to at least hide her pivotal parts and after finishing, she glanced at the man again. Esumi had whispered his name the entire time but her mind could not recall it. Yoon...or was it Haji?
It didn't matter, anyhow. She would never see him again.
Braiding her hair in a knot, she pondered over his face. He was handsome, of course. There was no way she would have chosen him otherwise. But there was something missing in him. It was missing in all of them. He did not have freckled cheeks or white irises that made even the stars hide behind their dark veils.
He is not Maki, a voice echoed in the muscles of her brain.
Esumi silenced it with a punch.
Not wasting a breath, she unbolted the door to the gusty wind and stepped outside to the bustling crowd. No one spared her another glance. They did not dare to. The Baatsil Witch, she was. A creature rumoured to kill people in a blink. She did not think of it to be an exaggeration. Her plants and seeds were quite handy.
A vendor gave her an incredulous look. She showed her teeth in return.
He didn't bother again.
She ran her eyes over the crowd. So many entwined hands, so many unbroken promises. And she couldn't look away. Because this was redemption like the ancient mariner who was forced to tell the tales of his sin for the rest of his days. To feel the loss until there wasn't even single drop of her blood left that did not feel the weight of her severed oath.
For in her heart, she was still missing a piece.
And she knew, it would remain hollow until the strings of fate brought her to an end.
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Miriam counted her heartbeats. It was a way of holding the reins of time when there was nothing but the dark to keep her company. She was sure it had been a year but she hadn't died of anything. Neither blood loss nor starvation.
'Beast', the power sang again. She had started to hum to the melody months ago. It was a deep resonating music that made even the darkness stir. 'Let me show you.'
