Ah, well, ladies and gentlemen, last time we left on quite a cliffhanger! I apologize for the year and a half delay. We shall continue where we left off on the journey that our favorite characters will soon endure. There are many questions left unanswered from the previous chapter. Questions like, what happened to Ayesha Takia? How did she die? Why did she invite everyone anyways? Did she really wanna ask for forgiveness? Did she REALLY live in this mansion? Well, we have a lot to get through, get comfortable ladies, we are in for one longgg chapter. Enjoy >:)
"She's WHAT??" Armina said in horror. I felt the same way, I could not believe this was happening.
Matt looked up somberly, "She's dead."
"Oh my God" were the words that left my mouth. Everyone stood still with shocked expressions on their faces. And then, chaos ensued.
The room erupted with frightened conversation and screaming. Nabeel started running around screaming, Mulazzim was standing on top of the dinner table frightened, Runa Laila was sitting in her seat wailing, and Aman started breaking plates.
"I am OUT of here." Atif said as he gestured to the door and we followed suit.
"Out of my way!!!" Himmesh squealed and ran past Atif, causing him to ram into the wall and fall to the floor.
"Atif!!!" Mina screamed and went to help him up. He was holding his hand and winced in pain.
"I hurt my hand." Atif said and turned it over to see the damage. There was a huge cut on his right palm. Asma called Matt the actor- I mean doctor, to help. Armina grabbed a fabric napkin off the dining table, instinctively ripped it apart and started wrapping it on Atif's hand to stop the bleeding.
We hear a loud scream and everyone looked up in the direction of where it was coming from. It was coming from the front door.
Himmesh tried desperately to open the door but couldn't.
"IT'S LOCKED!!!" He screamed. Everyone gasped.
"Okay everyone, we NEED to calm down!" Yashraj yelled. "There's got to be a way out of here, but we'll never find it if we keep panicking. We need to work together. Let's go back to the living room and figure this out. Everyone just needs to CALM DOWN, okay??"
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It had been one hour since the incident. We all sat in the living room, the fireplace was not much help to the cold we felt in ourselves. A few of us looked around a little bit and found some things we needed. Ezra found some flashlights while Zach and Mulazzim found a first aid kit and painkillers. Atif's hand was freshly bandaged up and the painkillers eased his pain.
"I am TELLING you, we need to find those armor knight decorations and wear their armor! That's the only way we can protect ourselves!"
"Aman, that has to be the stupidest idea I ever heard." Armina said.
"Okay listen though, he may be on to something-"
"Not you too Nabeel, come on man." I say and shake my head.
"I'M SORRY, WHAT'S YOUR IDEA THEN PRINCESS??" Diljaan mocked.
"Excuuuuse me? I-" I quickly lunged for him.
Maluma scrambled over there and pulled me back. It was probably for the best to be honest, last thing we need is Diljaan with a black eye. Or do we?
"Rumi NO." Maluma said and made me sit down on the sofa.
Diljaan smiled triumphantly and walked over to stand by the three other idiots.
"What we need to be doing right now is looking for a stable internet connection." Ian Harding said.
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Sur Kshetra: Revised
Non-FictionHello! This is a fun little "fanfiction" if you will, for my two friends and I. :)