CH - 17 .

Sidharth moves a few steps back from her, he is completely in shock after her answer. She is not compelled, till she is answering the questions normally. But how can this even possible he himself check her blood, it has nothing on it? Then vervain is not on her system but still, she has not come in possession of compulsion.

This shows only one thing that she can be related to some supernatural thing but that also not possible. He can still smell her blood from the wound, she is healing like a normal human being. Her legs cut is still visible, her breathing, heartbeat even the body temperature everything is normal.

This girl is becoming his headache day by day, she can't be compelled this is clear now. But for all reasons he finds only one appropriate because of what she can prevent the compulsion as he is almost sure that she does not belong to any supernatural being. But he has to confirm soon and also make sure that none can reach her.

Sana staring at him with confusing frowns, he is really impossible. A little ago he was asking the weird type of questions, act like a teacher who is taking Viva of his student and that unlucky was none other than she. At first, she wasn't getting what he wants in reality, but now it becomes tough to understand what he speaks.

She is still not able to pronounce the word he asked, at last, something starting with 'V. And now he staring at her continuously with a completely odd type of reaction like she is some kind of puzzle whom he can't able to solve even after trying so many attempts. Normally she should be the one who is thinking in this way because his actions are like a puzzle.

Anyway, there is no time for wasting on him, she needs to run from this castle as soon as she can. Tugging the hair strands behind her ear she moves towards the bed which causes his trance of thoughts to break, he rubbed his forehead and says, "Forget whatever I ask you." She keeps her diary under the pillow and murmurs by tucking the bedsheet, "For that first, I have to remember."

He narrowed his brows and says by pulling the sheet from another side of the bed because of which it scattered again, "I ask you to talk not murmur. So increase your voice ms. shehn...aaz." She frowned by seeing his actions, twisting lips she sits on the bed and says by look outside the window, "How many words I need to speak for a one-time meal?"

He stares at her for few seconds then say by moving towards the door, "Depends on how much I want to hear and there will be cut off for murmurings. So be careful and I love to read some of your writings in the evening. Be prepare." Before she could say anything he leaves. Huffs she hit the pillow in anger.

In this kind of mental situations, he wants her to write but at least in all these days, he asks for something normal. She would never believe that he is a publisher if didn't take her to the office. Shaking her head she diverts her mind to other things because it still made her scared. The memories of that death scene...

Sighing she takes out her diary and moves to the balcony, greeneries are one of the most beautiful views for our eyes. This calm wind has the power to refresh your dysfunctional mind. But one thing that made her confused that there is not a single bird is sitting on the trees whom she saw since the first day. Only a few are flying in the orangish sky.

She slams her head on the diary, her mind starts thinking so much these days. Birds are free souls they must find some other place for them. "Birds are meant to be free souls, who can fly anywhere they want, sit on any places they want. They are meant to move their wings under the open sky, chirping like some musicians whose voice can give peace to one's ears."

"The different types of voices feel like one is playing all kinds of instruments. They have wings to fly not for prisoned on the cage for people's entertainment." She closes the dairy, with a thought to go out from this room. On the first attempt in her escaping plan, she keeps the diary under the pillow and going to move towards the door just then heard a knock.

"Mam breakfast." Sana unlocked the door and find the same lady who always comes with food but never talk much. Smiling she grabs the tray and asks, "Where is me. Shukla?" She just stares at her and goes by saying, "He said not to speak extra." Making a face she close the door and think while eating.

"He said will come and see the writing in the evening, which means he is not at home. Yes...he goes out otherwise would come to threatened me once at least. This is the perfect time sana to go out from this beautiful room." She finishes the food, washes her hands and walks towards the door slowly by grabbing the plate. Praying continuously for him not to come.

She peeped outside by crossing her finger, look here n there, "All the best shehnaaz." Taking a breath she steps outside the room but being a little confused that in which way she has to go as there are three sides. Closing eyes she tries to focus on her memory and start walking at one side, by looking her back, left-right...

Heart is beating so faster, she thinks about the day when run from the orphanage. Crossing through a corridor she walks down a few stares, again walk on a dark corridor when her leg hit some stuff, "Aahh." She looks down and finds a metal vase, keeping it again properly she stands up and shocked to see someone in front of her suddenly.

She moves a few steps back, the face is not visible but it's a tall man. She knows it's not sidharth because of the body texture. That man on his phone's light and says, "It is me veer. Where are you going?" Sana left out a breath by seeing a known face but now what will she say. She looks at the plate and says,

"Um...actually i...I am still starving. So try to find the kitchen. I knocked two times as sir told but no one comes. Can I get some more food?" He looks at her from top to toe and says, "Ohk, you go I send someone." She narrowed her brows in disappointment, no she has to see the House for escape, "You show me the kitchen, I will take myself. I am bored in staying in one room, please."

Veer stare at her the plate, he knows sidharth will fire if he allows her to go but he is not at home. And he is interested in knowing about this girl, "Ohk, come with me. I will show you the kitchen beautiful." He gestured towards a stare with a smile. She nodded and follow him, not everyone in this place is khusat like him.

At least some people know how to smile, she looks all around the place. Try to fit everything on her mind so that she can run easily, veer keep telling her about the paintings come in their ways. After a while, they come to the hall and move to the right corner, "Here's the kitchen, sana." Said veer and gesture her to enter.

She passed him a slight smile and look all over the place, today she feels like breathing properly after coming out from that square cage. At least he can allow her to roam on the house, sorry his castle. It feels like some big amusement park filled with ancient things. The kitchen is made of wooden flooring with the same brick design on the walls.

The cabinets are also brown, but the utensils look new like someone brought them a few days ago. A refrigerator kept on one side, vegetables and fruits kept in one corner. She is busy staring when veer says, "It's beautiful, right?" She nodded and says, "The whole place is beautiful." He hummed and says, "So sana, what you want to have?"

She looks at the plate which he takes just for show, she is already full. Blinking few times she says by gazing towards the fruit basket, "Apple, I will have an apple." She keeps the plate on a marble basin and says by taking the apple, "It is fine." Veer smile at her and says, "You are cute..." She baffled by his sudden comment, "Hun?"

He scratches his neck by remembering sidharth use the same words that day, he shook his head and says, "This hun is nice, you use this regularly or just sometimes." He leaned by rest his elbow on the kitchen slab. Sana nodded in no and says, "Only when I am confused about what the person in front of me try to say."

He nodded and says, "It's awesome, what about your story? Do you write something? I am not so much in reading, but love hears yours." She narrowed her brows, suddenly she finds someone who talks so sweet as her ears are habituated by neem. "Why my story?" He smiles and says, "Your style of talking is different, I guess stories will also be. We can be friends anyway." He forwards his one hand.

Now this something new for her, she never does friendship like this. But he seems good, maybe can help her to run from here, nodded she going to move towards him for a handshake but her leg twists a little. To hold the slab, it hit on her wound and blood starts coming out over the bandage.

Veer frowned, his eyes get stuck on her hand. She winced and open the bandage slowly, he fists his hand tightly trying his best to control the lust. Closing eyes turn back, veins start popping out near the eyes, fangs come out... Sana look at his back with narrowed brows just then a loud voice grab her attention, "Veer gets out from the kitchen right now." Yelled sidharth by gritting his teeth.
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