Chapter 23
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Arghh!!
Vikram's screams could be heard far across the lobby. His hands were tied to the armrests of a chair. His face was bloodied and swollen enough to cover his eyes. He could barely open them to see anything. Blood dripped from his mouth, his nose and his forehead. He was moaning with every breath. The pain was too much for him to put up with. He regretted his decisions, he should have never gotten involved. If only everything had gone down smoothly today. He would've had his money by now. But how did this even happen? Visha couldn't have killed all those men. No possibility came into his mind that could explain it.
A man held up his chin abruptly and started to observe something. He grimaced in pain and started to beg.
"Please, I don't know where it went wrong. I had arranged everything. I lost my five men too."
The man laughed at that, "Poor boy, does it look like a care about your men? Also, you want me to believe that a girl did all that. Do you think I'm retarded?" With this he held his chin tighter and started to punch his face continuously. He left Vikram after a dozen blows. His face was now bleeding profusely as he cried in pain.
"Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live. Ple..." he started coughing up blood. The man was merciless, he showed no interest.
"You can take the girl. She is really the most beautiful woman. Just let me live, please." and Vikram started crying.
"Oh, that I'll do. I don't ever let go of my property." he answered with a grin. He was known for his possessive attitude. This girl had already been promised to him, he will have her. And once he was done, he could sell her. Men would pay heavy amounts for a girl that beautiful. But Vikram looked scared because he wasn't worth anything. He would be disposed off immediately. he will have to think of something.
"I could help you lure her out. She knows me. Please."
The man thought for a while and then looked at one of his men behind him, "Get him a medical kit."
***
Dhira helped Visha into the front seat of her car. The engine roared as she pressed the accelerator and drove off. She was staring at the wound on Visha's arm. The attack today was quite intense. It couldn't be the same person from their college. This was a whole different level. She should have been of more help. She had decided to take Visha under her wing. She is her responsibility now. If only she hadn't been attacked at the same time. But what exactly had boosted her powers. Nothing that could explain it, came to Dhira's mind. She waited at the iron gates to be opened and sped off as soon as they did. She stopped the car at the mansion's gate and helped Visha get off as well.
"Dhira, it's just a small cut on my arm. Relax." Visha assured with a smile. Dhira smiled back and someone came to help when they saw her enter.
"Tend to her wound and then bring her back to me." Dhira ordered and went upstairs. She went to her Master's bedroom. The guard at the door nodded and let her in. She entered and stood beside the bed as her master lied on the bed, pale and weak. If only he was here, things would have been much better. He could have had an explanation for everything. She had a lot on her plate right now. The coven duties, Devdoot witches' arrival, the attacks on her, Visha's safety and the mysterious boost in her powers. She has to handle all that by herself simultaneously.
"Get well soon. I really need you."
Dhira sat down and held his hand in hers. He was the only support she had, the closest she had as a father figure. And right now she was neck deep in mess and needed him to help her out.
The door opened and Dhira looked up to see Visha enter. Dhira nodded at her and stood up to leave.
"Lets talk in the study."
Visha followed her to the study. Dhira went to one of the book racks and started to look. After a few minutes she pulled out an old leather jacketed book. Dhira dusted it with her hands and then handed it to Visha.
"This is a book of some basic defense and attack spells. Nothing too serious. Just to make people faint, or immobile and other stuff." she took a long breath and continued with a softer tone, "You've already seen that our Master is not well. So, I have a lot to look at. I want you to be able to protect yourself. It would let me be at peace." Visha looked at her and hugged her. Dhira was startled by it. She is not a person of expressions. She didn't know how to react so she did what she always does when Visha expresses herself. She patted her head with a smile.
***
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Arghh!!
Vikram's screams could be heard far across the lobby. His hands were tied to the armrests of a chair. His face was bloodied and swollen enough to cover his eyes. He could barely open them to see anything. Blood dripped from his mouth, his nose and his forehead. He was moaning with every breath. The pain was too much for him to put up with. He regretted his decisions, he should have never gotten involved. If only everything had gone down smoothly today. He would've had his money by now. But how did this even happen? Visha couldn't have killed all those men. No possibility came into his mind that could explain it.
A man held up his chin abruptly and started to observe something. He grimaced in pain and started to beg.
"Please, I don't know where it went wrong. I had arranged everything. I lost my five men too."
The man laughed at that, "Poor boy, does it look like a care about your men? Also, you want me to believe that a girl did all that. Do you think I'm retarded?" With this he held his chin tighter and started to punch his face continuously. He left Vikram after a dozen blows. His face was now bleeding profusely as he cried in pain.
"Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live. Ple..." he started coughing up blood. The man was merciless, he showed no interest.
"You can take the girl. She is really the most beautiful woman. Just let me live, please." and Vikram started crying.
"Oh, that I'll do. I don't ever let go of my property." he answered with a grin. He was known for his possessive attitude. This girl had already been promised to him, he will have her. And once he was done, he could sell her. Men would pay heavy amounts for a girl that beautiful. But Vikram looked scared because he wasn't worth anything. He would be disposed off immediately. he will have to think of something.
"I could help you lure her out. She knows me. Please."
The man thought for a while and then looked at one of his men behind him, "Get him a medical kit."
***
Dhira helped Visha into the front seat of her car. The engine roared as she pressed the accelerator and drove off. She was staring at the wound on Visha's arm. The attack today was quite intense. It couldn't be the same person from their college. This was a whole different level. She should have been of more help. She had decided to take Visha under her wing. She is her responsibility now. If only she hadn't been attacked at the same time. But what exactly had boosted her powers. Nothing that could explain it, came to Dhira's mind. She waited at the iron gates to be opened and sped off as soon as they did. She stopped the car at the mansion's gate and helped Visha get off as well.
"Dhira, it's just a small cut on my arm. Relax." Visha assured with a smile. Dhira smiled back and someone came to help when they saw her enter.
"Tend to her wound and then bring her back to me." Dhira ordered and went upstairs. She went to her Master's bedroom. The guard at the door nodded and let her in. She entered and stood beside the bed as her master lied on the bed, pale and weak. If only he was here, things would have been much better. He could have had an explanation for everything. She had a lot on her plate right now. The coven duties, Devdoot witches' arrival, the attacks on her, Visha's safety and the mysterious boost in her powers. She has to handle all that by herself simultaneously.
"Get well soon. I really need you."
Dhira sat down and held his hand in hers. He was the only support she had, the closest she had as a father figure. And right now she was neck deep in mess and needed him to help her out.
The door opened and Dhira looked up to see Visha enter. Dhira nodded at her and stood up to leave.
"Lets talk in the study."
Visha followed her to the study. Dhira went to one of the book racks and started to look. After a few minutes she pulled out an old leather jacketed book. Dhira dusted it with her hands and then handed it to Visha.
"This is a book of some basic defense and attack spells. Nothing too serious. Just to make people faint, or immobile and other stuff." she took a long breath and continued with a softer tone, "You've already seen that our Master is not well. So, I have a lot to look at. I want you to be able to protect yourself. It would let me be at peace." Visha looked at her and hugged her. Dhira was startled by it. She is not a person of expressions. She didn't know how to react so she did what she always does when Visha expresses herself. She patted her head with a smile.
***
Arghh!! Vikram's screams could be heard far across the lobby. His hands were tied to the armrests of a chair. His face was bloodied and swollen enough to cover his eyes. He could barely open them to see anything. Blood dripped from his mouth, his nose and his forehead. He was moaning with every breath. The pain was too much for him to put up with. He regretted his decisions, he should have never gotten involved. If only everything had gone down smoothly today. He would've had his money by now. But how did this even happen? Visha couldn't have killed all those men. No possibility came into his mind that could explain it. A man held up his chin abruptly and started to observe something. He grimaced in pain and started to beg. "Please, I don't know where it went wrong. I had arranged everything. I lost my five men too." The man laughed at that, "Poor boy, does it look like a care about your men? Also, you want me to believe that a girl did all that. Do you think I'm retarded?" With this he held his chin tighter and started to punch his face continuously. He left Vikram after a dozen blows. His face was now bleeding profusely as he cried in pain. "Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live. Ple..." he started coughing up blood. The man was merciless, he showed no interest. "You can take the girl. She is really the most beautiful woman. Just let me live, please." and Vikram started crying. "Oh, that I'll do. I don't ever let go of my property." he answered with a grin. He was known for his possessive attitude. This girl had already been promised to him, he will have her. And once he was done, he could sell her. Men would pay heavy amounts for a girl that beautiful. But Vikram looked scared because he wasn't worth anything. He would be disposed off immediately. he will have to think of something. "I could help you lure her out. She knows me. Please." The man thought for a while and then looked at one of his men behind him, "Get him a medical kit." *** Dhira helped Visha into the front seat of her car. The engine roared as she pressed the accelerator and drove off. She was staring at the wound on Visha's arm. The attack today was quite intense. It couldn't be the same person from their college. This was a whole different level. She should have been of more help. She had decided to take Visha under her wing. She is her responsibility now. If only she hadn't been attacked at the same time. But what exactly had boosted her powers. Nothing that could explain it, came to Dhira's mind. She waited at the iron gates to be opened and sped off as soon as they did. She stopped the car at the mansion's gate and helped Visha get off as well. "Dhira, it's just a small cut on my arm. Relax." Visha assured with a smile. Dhira smiled back and someone came to help when they saw her enter. "Tend to her wound and then bring her back to me." Dhira ordered and went upstairs. She went to her Master's bedroom. The guard at the door nodded and let her in. She entered and stood beside the bed as her master lied on the bed, pale and weak. If only he was here, things would have been much better. He could have had an explanation for everything. She had a lot on her plate right now. The coven duties, Devdoot witches' arrival, the attacks on her, Visha's safety and the mysterious boost in her powers. She has to handle all that by herself simultaneously. "Get well soon. I really need you." Dhira sat down and held his hand in hers. He was the only support she had, the closest she had as a father figure. And right now she was neck deep in mess and needed him to help her out. The door opened and Dhira looked up to see Visha enter. Dhira nodded at her and stood up to leave. "Lets talk in the study." Visha followed her to the study. Dhira went to one of the book racks and started to look. After a few minutes she pulled out an old leather jacketed book. Dhira dusted it with her hands and then handed it to Visha. "This is a book of some basic defense and attack spells. Nothing too serious. Just to make people faint, or immobile and other stuff." she took a long breath and continued with a softer tone, "You've already seen that our Master is not well. So, I have a lot to look at. I want you to be able to protect yourself. It would let me be at peace." Visha looked at her and hugged her. Dhira was startled by it. She is not a person of expressions. She didn't know how to react so she did what she always does when Visha expresses herself. She patted her head with a smile. ***
