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With all the serious drama going everywhere revolving around me, within the Raivardhan mansion and outside the Raivardhan mansion, had me thinking about one thing:how a simple misunderstanding or miscommunication could lead to bigger conclusions and decisions...
Wasn't that how fate worked? Well, it did have its own twisted ways to shape a person's life. And at that point it was shaping mine with such a delight, utterly enjoying every little plight of mine.
Maybe, I was its favorite pastime...
The next time I opened the eyes, the streaks of sun rays illuminated the beautiful interiors of the ceiling. The crystals of the chandelier sparkled from the high ceiling. The glass walls let the view of the beautiful landscape of the sleeping city of Hyderabad covered in the morning sunlight enthralled me.
"Ooh... That's pretty," I mumbled to myself in my drowsy state when I noticed that I wasn't sounding how I was supposed to. My voice came out in a muffled mumble and my throat was drier than a desert. Immediately, the panic set in as unfamiliar surroundings registered to my malfunctioning brain.
I was screaming and shouting and thrashing. What was I not doing? Oh yeah, thinking.
My morning panics had just jumped a level or two in intensity as no familiar face came to my rescue. To add cherry over the top, my hands and feet were bound as well as my mouth gagged.
I was going to die. I was cent percent sure that I was going to die young because of the panic attack!!!
I was so blinded with the panic, that I didn't see a figure running to my side as he held my squirming shoulders and shouted, "Daksh! Daksh!"
Soon more people rushed into the room but I was more busy being perturbed. I was pulled back, my gag removed, my hands untied but I was still flailing like a deranged octopus out of water.
"She's having a panic attack, she's hyperventilating!" I heard another voice exclaim but I wasn't paying any heed to anyone.
My breathing ragged, actually I had a hard time letting my lungs have the amount of oxygen needed to stay alive. The fear drowned me in itself. And I was sweating like a swine.
I was going to die! I was going to die!
"Someone, just fucking get that kit of his!" Someone else was shouting not very far away. But nothing was making sense to me. Everything was blurry and maddeningly horrific.
Soon, I felt a strong arm snaked around my waist, holding my wrists tight against my body. And then a little prick inside the elbow joint caused me to flinch back only to feel a hard chest behind me.
The rubbing of some soft material over my skin captured my attention. Soon the panic subdued and was replaced by a dull numbness. I felt drowsy again. Maybe I had lost enough energy to function properly for the day. With a slightly burning eyes with sleep, I finally focused on my surroundings for the second time. Daksh was sitting before me holding a syringe. The hands holding me back from thrashing around vigorously let me go as he stood up, after making sure that I was in enough control.
My breathing should have hitched up but surprisingly it didn't when Viaan walked away from me towards the walk-in closet.
He was in a black tank top over black track pants. His muscles flexing had me staring for a bit but then the wave of dizziness hit me. I saw Vikrant smirking by the door before walking out.
"What did you give me?" I asked turning to face Daksh, who was already disposing of the syringe.
"I gave you a light tranquilizer, it will make you feel drowsy for some time but eventually wear off. It will ease your nerves," Daksh looked like he in the middle of getting dressed before he came rushing here. His shirt was halfway buttoned up, his tie hanging around his neck undone, no socks in his feet.
"How often does it happen?" He asked something akin to concern flashed in his eyes. I wouldn't have told him anything, in fact, I wouldn't have talked to any of them if I hadn't been drugged with a tranquilizer. If it hadn't numbed my senses and feelings, I would definitely have thrown another fit.
But my mind was irrational at the moment, it took my enemy as a my friend and indeed made me reply him, "whenever I wake up in an unfamiliar place, and not seeing a familiar face in that new surroundings."
He took his seat back before me, "for how long has it been going on?" He asked further, he held a pitiful expression on his face.
"Ever since I can remember. For a very long time," I stared out of the glass wall trying to recall the first time I encountered it but nothing came to my mind. All I was greeted was numbness.
"Tell her about what we discussed yesterday. I can't wait for Aaryan or Neel to break it to her," Viaan's authoritative voice floated through the room making me look at him. He was in an oak brown blazer over gray dress pants and a white shirt.
I bet he had his entire closet filled with only white shirts.
With a bored glance at me, Viaan moved towards the door and walked out but not before saying, "Explain to her what shall happenifshe doesn't co-operate with us."
Daksh looked at me thinking how to start or perhaps where to start. Finally, his swished over his lower lip before starting, "okay, you may not be very comfortable with me at the moment, like how you feel around Aaryan. But unfortunately, he's busy elsewhere. At least, I won't be as blunt as Viaan or Vikrant."
I just let him continue, "Rynah, tell me where all did you go in the house when you had been here yesterday?"
"Nowhere like that. When Aaryan got me here, we sat in the mezzanine for some time before he was called to attend some emergency. He asked me to look around his studio. It was... It was just that I didn't know where, so I entered a random room. Only after some time, I realized that it was Viaan's office..." I felt like crying. Was that my sin to be locked up here?
