Chapter 32
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Vir looked up to see Yash's back as he walked down the corridor and reminisced about his worried expression not long ago. Yash was a man admired by every woman in their kingdom. He was the first in line for the throne. The only other one who matched up to his abilities was the Third Prince. But his Master had always had a carefree attitude when it came to inherit the throne. He never even competed for the right of succession. His abilities on the other hand surpassed all his siblings and landed him the throne. That's why he had left using an escaped felon as an excuse. He was a man of action and power, ruling from a castle was not something he wanted. He loved to be on the field, fighting, carrying out missions, catching runaway convicts. That's what he found exciting.
They were supposed to return after eliminating that felon but on their way back he caught Madam's scent and decided to stay again. Vir had thought he was using this as another excuse to avoid going back and ascending the throne. But when he felt her overbearingly powerful scent for the first time, he understood his Master was serious. If Madam has that much power she definitely deserves to be by his Master's side.
And now Master had also found someone he suspected to be the one. He just has to get her blood somehow, so that they could confirm. But how will they do it?
Just then a scream distracted them and they turned to their side.
Yash saw that honey eyed girl again. A panic struck him as she was about to fall from the stairs. Without a second thought he ran towards her in lightning speed.
Visha saw a man appear in front of her out of nowhere. He opened up his arms to catch her and her body involuntarily responded to the rescue ahead. He wrapped his hands around her and caught her mid air. Her head rested on his chest as he landed straight on his feet.
She was still scared as she had her hands tightly around him and refused to let go. He gently stroked her head to help her calm down.
She finally seemed to be calm and looked up after a few minutes. Her eyes widened as she realized the man who rescued her was Yash!
Oh no! Now he will definitely think I am stalking him. She thought.
Visha certainly didn't want to leave a bad impression on him and moved away quickly. He put her down gently as she stood up straight. He shouldn't get the idea that she was using this as an excuse to cling onto him. Even though, his chest was so hard and firm to land on. She immediately blushed as she remembered the feeling of his toned body touching her.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Yash asked. He looked very concerned as he started to examine her arms for any wounds. Visha stopped him and shook her head to say no. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Was he really that worried about her? Visha didn't feel that a cold person would be worried about a stranger. These college girls were idiots for thinking he was cold and rough. To her, he was a warm person who cared for a strange girl that stared at him and even fell on him out of nowhere.
"Were you going somewhere in a hurry? Should I help you out?"
Plink! The cupid's arrow went through Visha's heart. He was such a nice person.
"No need. Thank you very much for saving me. That would've hurt a lot." she said as she laughed awkwardly. Even though Visha had refused Yash insisted on dropping her off. And his brother followed them too. Visha felt the silence was becoming more and more awkward.
"I definitely have to take care of myself till the competition." Visha said suddenly to strike up a conversation.
"What competition?" Yash asked.
"The Miss Fresher competition. I'm one of the finalists." she said and saw an opportunity to get to know him better.
"I'll be singing. Would you like to come?"
Yash nodded silently. And Visha felt like this was a chance given by the Goddess herself. She saw Dhira's car in the distance and turned to Yash.
"Thank you so much for helping me. I can go by myself from here."
She was about to leave when Vir suddenly held her arm and pulled. She squealed in pain from where Vir had held her hand.
"There was a steep end ahead. You might've fallen again." Vir explained. She looked to see a small hole on the ground. She was relieved and thanked Vir too. She then bid them farewell and walked away to the car.
Vir turned back to see Yash glaring at him. More like glaring at his hand. He shuddered in fear and lowered his head. Was his Master jealous that he touched Madam? But they weren't even sure yet. And that's why he had done this. To be sure. He then held out his hand and showed him. He had deliberately scratched her arm to draw out blood. He looked up to see Yash looking disappointed.
He couldn't smell the power he had before. This wasn't the blood he was looking for. But he had been so sure that she was the one as soon as their eyes met. He could feel a deep connection within his heart. He didn't even want to test her blood, he just knew. How could he be wrong? How could it not be her?
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Vir looked up to see Yash's back as he walked down the corridor and reminisced about his worried expression not long ago. Yash was a man admired by every woman in their kingdom. He was the first in line for the throne. The only other one who matched up to his abilities was the Third Prince. But his Master had always had a carefree attitude when it came to inherit the throne. He never even competed for the right of succession. His abilities on the other hand surpassed all his siblings and landed him the throne. That's why he had left using an escaped felon as an excuse. He was a man of action and power, ruling from a castle was not something he wanted. He loved to be on the field, fighting, carrying out missions, catching runaway convicts. That's what he found exciting.
They were supposed to return after eliminating that felon but on their way back he caught Madam's scent and decided to stay again. Vir had thought he was using this as another excuse to avoid going back and ascending the throne. But when he felt her overbearingly powerful scent for the first time, he understood his Master was serious. If Madam has that much power she definitely deserves to be by his Master's side.
And now Master had also found someone he suspected to be the one. He just has to get her blood somehow, so that they could confirm. But how will they do it?
Just then a scream distracted them and they turned to their side.
Yash saw that honey eyed girl again. A panic struck him as she was about to fall from the stairs. Without a second thought he ran towards her in lightning speed.
Visha saw a man appear in front of her out of nowhere. He opened up his arms to catch her and her body involuntarily responded to the rescue ahead. He wrapped his hands around her and caught her mid air. Her head rested on his chest as he landed straight on his feet.
She was still scared as she had her hands tightly around him and refused to let go. He gently stroked her head to help her calm down.
She finally seemed to be calm and looked up after a few minutes. Her eyes widened as she realized the man who rescued her was Yash!
Oh no! Now he will definitely think I am stalking him. She thought.
Visha certainly didn't want to leave a bad impression on him and moved away quickly. He put her down gently as she stood up straight. He shouldn't get the idea that she was using this as an excuse to cling onto him. Even though, his chest was so hard and firm to land on. She immediately blushed as she remembered the feeling of his toned body touching her.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Yash asked. He looked very concerned as he started to examine her arms for any wounds. Visha stopped him and shook her head to say no. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Was he really that worried about her? Visha didn't feel that a cold person would be worried about a stranger. These college girls were idiots for thinking he was cold and rough. To her, he was a warm person who cared for a strange girl that stared at him and even fell on him out of nowhere.
"Were you going somewhere in a hurry? Should I help you out?"
Plink! The cupid's arrow went through Visha's heart. He was such a nice person.
"No need. Thank you very much for saving me. That would've hurt a lot." she said as she laughed awkwardly. Even though Visha had refused Yash insisted on dropping her off. And his brother followed them too. Visha felt the silence was becoming more and more awkward.
"I definitely have to take care of myself till the competition." Visha said suddenly to strike up a conversation.
"What competition?" Yash asked.
"The Miss Fresher competition. I'm one of the finalists." she said and saw an opportunity to get to know him better.
"I'll be singing. Would you like to come?"
Yash nodded silently. And Visha felt like this was a chance given by the Goddess herself. She saw Dhira's car in the distance and turned to Yash.
"Thank you so much for helping me. I can go by myself from here."
She was about to leave when Vir suddenly held her arm and pulled. She squealed in pain from where Vir had held her hand.
"There was a steep end ahead. You might've fallen again." Vir explained. She looked to see a small hole on the ground. She was relieved and thanked Vir too. She then bid them farewell and walked away to the car.
Vir turned back to see Yash glaring at him. More like glaring at his hand. He shuddered in fear and lowered his head. Was his Master jealous that he touched Madam? But they weren't even sure yet. And that's why he had done this. To be sure. He then held out his hand and showed him. He had deliberately scratched her arm to draw out blood. He looked up to see Yash looking disappointed.
He couldn't smell the power he had before. This wasn't the blood he was looking for. But he had been so sure that she was the one as soon as their eyes met. He could feel a deep connection within his heart. He didn't even want to test her blood, he just knew. How could he be wrong? How could it not be her?
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Vir looked up to see Yash's back as he walked down the corridor and reminisced about his worried expression not long ago. Yash was a man admired by every woman in their kingdom. He was the first in line for the throne. The only other one who matched up to his abilities was the Third Prince. But his Master had always had a carefree attitude when it came to inherit the throne. He never even competed for the right of succession. His abilities on the other hand surpassed all his siblings and landed him the throne. That's why he had left using an escaped felon as an excuse. He was a man of action and power, ruling from a castle was not something he wanted. He loved to be on the field, fighting, carrying out missions, catching runaway convicts. That's what he found exciting. They were supposed to return after eliminating that felon but on their way back he caught Madam's scent and decided to stay again. Vir had thought he was using this as another excuse to avoid going back and ascending the throne. But when he felt her overbearingly powerful scent for the first time, he understood his Master was serious. If Madam has that much power she definitely deserves to be by his Master's side. And now Master had also found someone he suspected to be the one. He just has to get her blood somehow, so that they could confirm. But how will they do it? Just then a scream distracted them and they turned to their side. Yash saw that honey eyed girl again. A panic struck him as she was about to fall from the stairs. Without a second thought he ran towards her in lightning speed. Visha saw a man appear in front of her out of nowhere. He opened up his arms to catch her and her body involuntarily responded to the rescue ahead. He wrapped his hands around her and caught her mid air. Her head rested on his chest as he landed straight on his feet. She was still scared as she had her hands tightly around him and refused to let go. He gently stroked her head to help her calm down. She finally seemed to be calm and looked up after a few minutes. Her eyes widened as she realized the man who rescued her was Yash! Oh no! Now he will definitely think I am stalking him. She thought. Visha certainly didn't want to leave a bad impression on him and moved away quickly. He put her down gently as she stood up straight. He shouldn't get the idea that she was using this as an excuse to cling onto him. Even though, his chest was so hard and firm to land on. She immediately blushed as she remembered the feeling of his toned body touching her. "Are you hurt anywhere?" Yash asked. He looked very concerned as he started to examine her arms for any wounds. Visha stopped him and shook her head to say no. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Was he really that worried about her? Visha didn't feel that a cold person would be worried about a stranger. These college girls were idiots for thinking he was cold and rough. To her, he was a warm person who cared for a strange girl that stared at him and even fell on him out of nowhere. "Were you going somewhere in a hurry? Should I help you out?" Plink! The cupid's arrow went through Visha's heart. He was such a nice person. "No need. Thank you very much for saving me. That would've hurt a lot." she said as she laughed awkwardly. Even though Visha had refused Yash insisted on dropping her off. And his brother followed them too. Visha felt the silence was becoming more and more awkward. "I definitely have to take care of myself till the competition." Visha said suddenly to strike up a conversation. "What competition?" Yash asked. "The Miss Fresher competition. I'm one of the finalists." she said and saw an opportunity to get to know him better. "I'll be singing. Would you like to come?" Yash nodded silently. And Visha felt like this was a chance given by the Goddess herself. She saw Dhira's car in the distance and turned to Yash. "Thank you so much for helping me. I can go by myself from here." She was about to leave when Vir suddenly held her arm and pulled. She squealed in pain from where Vir had held her hand. "There was a steep end ahead. You might've fallen again." Vir explained. She looked to see a small hole on the ground. She was relieved and thanked Vir too. She then bid them farewell and walked away to the car. Vir turned back to see Yash glaring at him. More like glaring at his hand. He shuddered in fear and lowered his head. Was his Master jealous that he touched Madam? But they weren't even sure yet. And that's why he had done this. To be sure. He then held out his hand and showed him. He had deliberately scratched her arm to draw out blood. He looked up to see Yash looking disappointed. He couldn't smell the power he had before. This wasn't the blood he was looking for. But he had been so sure that she was the one as soon as their eyes met. He could feel a deep connection within his heart. He didn't even want to test her blood, he just knew. How could he be wrong? How could it not be her? ***
