Gauri gasp awake.
Beads of sweat starting to trickle down her forehead from her sudden jolt, her whole body soon overcome by a sticky feeling. Dampness. Her eyes felt like they were fried off as She blink slowly up at the white ceiling, tears dried and cracked on my cheeks. She had been crying. She had been screaming. The evidence was written all over her face, wild hair, puffy eyes, scratchy throat. There was no doubt that She had just awoken from a nightmare. The same horrible dream often reoccurred for the past few nights, ever since the day I was taken and my family was burned alive. Their screams were like a broken record, playing over and over in her head.
Her amber eyes start to widen as She stiffly sat up and
took in her surroundings. Sadly, reality hit her and
She realised she was not at home. She was back in the way too large bed. In the way too spacious room. With the way too hot man.
When she try to move again, something tightened around her wrists, forcing her to stay where she was. As she glance down at her hands, She see that her wrists are bound
by thick rope. The rope wrapped around her wrist like a serpent wrapping around its prey, though the rope didnʼt stop at her wrists, it led to the two front posts of the bedʼs head board.
Cursing under her breath, She start to yank and pull against the rope, despite knowing it would be no use. The girl in her refused to back down. She had to stay alive.
She needed to.
The only good thing She was relieved to know was that She wasnʼt blindfolded anymore.
It had been a little over two days since the ball and the attack of a drunk werewolf. Instinctively, She wanted to reach up and touch the cuts left there, but remembered her wrists were tied.
And she still didnʼt know how to deal with the beast that trapped her here. The 'oh so possessive and controlling' The Great and Mighty Omkara Singh Oberoi.
She only learned of his threats and of his all too lingering touches that made something in her perk up. A flower in bloom. She learned that Omkara still didn't forgive her for ditching him at that stupid ball. She ,however, also didnʼt know if he even was capable of forgiveness.
No matter how hard she tried to search his deep mysterious eyes for some type of emotion, She was met by chaos. Stormy waves, sudden currents, a deep depth that was so unfamiliar to her. She couldnʼt pin down at all what he was feeling. He seemed to be a big mess, not a little one either. The things that brewed in his eyes, the dark and dangerous aura he gave off, made her think he was a hurricane.
Uncontrollable.
The only way She could stand up to him, was to get in the middle of his storm and face him. She had to force herseld to be brave, when she clearly knew that she wasnʼt. No! She couldnʼt show any weakness, any fear, or else he would envelope her into that storm of his and never let her go.
Letting out a huff, Sbe blow the few strands of her hair out of her face and do a quick scan of the room. She donʼt know why She thought looking around the room would somehow pin if he was there or not. She knew he was. That overwhelming presence of his still hung about like thick smoke along with his powerful gaze. She was surprised that she hadnʼt suffocated from being in the room with him yet. His aura was strong and heavy as ever. It felt like it took up the entire space in the room and hovered over
Her. Making her forget how to breathe sometimes.
Lurking in the shadows, She had found none other
than the mysterious crown Prince, who was leaned against a nearby wall. The only feature Sbe could instantly make out were those piercing deep brown that had caused strange shivers to once again dance up her spine. Her body felt like it was ready to burst into flames and melt intowax at the same time.
She could tell he was smirking, he seems to do it a lot. This frightened her more than anything. Even though she have only known him for a few days, She caught onto the small things he did and what they meant. His signature smirk was a sign of danger. He was going to do something out of the ordinary.
Unlike Ranveer who was patient and could control his temper, along with Arijit. Omkara and Rithivik seemed to be the most sadistic, they seemed oddly satisfied with the sight of pain and suffering. Yet, something was different about the man who chose her. He was something so much more than he let on. And She's not talking about the monster hiding in him.
