???????? T.H.I.E.F (Dream High) ???? ????
???? Killer (Part 9)????
An India love action story….
©️ Ifeoma Isabella Silver Okeke Ozoemene.
???????? ….People, some will fly beyond the stars. People, some will fall…. ????????
Continuation From the last Episode;
????️ Ashwini Pov ????️
I stopped laughing when I saw a strange look on his face.
“What’s wrong hotshot? If I had offended you in any of my statements, well just for you to know, I don’t care.” I told him, folding my hands beneath my breast and expected him to start lashing out but his next statement surprised me.
“Why did you stop laughing?”
I tried hard not to laugh again at his senseless question. “Now between the both of us who need to visit a psychiatrist hospital?” I asked him.
He seemed to get hold of himself and he smiled at me.
He fucking smiled at me. And this handsome god standing before me smiled at me!!
“Sorry, your laughter reminded me of someone.” He told me.
“Oh, your lover?” I asked.
He nodded his head to my question.
“I lost her when I was young and I wish I could see her again.”
“I believe she will come back to you hotshot, you are going to find her.” I told him, understanding what he said. He had lost his lover.
“I wish she would come back like you’d say but, she is gone for good. She died right in front of my eyes.” He said in a sad tone, closing his eyes. I find myself reaching out to him, touching his cheeks gently, thank goodness I was wearing a heel. He leaned towards my touch, he was so close to me and I wanted to kiss him, to kiss away his sadness.
“Was it an accident?” I asked him softly.
“It was not an accident shorty and even if I explain to you, you won’t understand. Come inside with me, you said you wanted to talk.” He replied to me, opening his eyes to stare at me briefly before backing away from me.
He led the way inside and that’s my cue to follow him. I tried not to stare at his ass and muscles but couldn’t help it when my eyes returned to his muscles.
“Sit.” His voice sent a slight tingle to my toe as I obeyed him.
I went to sit on one of the sofas in the living room. The living room was well decorated and everything was in place.
“Sugar or milk or both?”
“Just coffee hotshot.”
He left, entering another room I guess his kitchen, and returned with two cup of coffee. He gave me one and took the other one and went to sit opposite me. We were now facing each other.
“I hope you didn’t put a sleeping drug in this.” I said jokingly, taking a sip of the black strong coffee.
Playing along. “I wouldn’t let a pretty girl like you off just like that.”
I laughed again.
“So what do you want to talk about shorty?”
“My name is not shorty, my name is Ashwini.” I told him again. “And I am not short, just average.”
“I also have a name and not ‘hotshot’.”
“So tell me your name hotshot?” I asked him.
Again, a blurry vision came to me and this time. I saw the image of a girl and two boys, one was bowing.
“What’s your name? I am Aishwarya and you?”
“I have no name, your highness.”
“And why does he not have a name Khan?”
“My princess, he’s just a slave, we don’t give slaves names.”
“Carry your head up.” She ordered, “From now onwards, your name is Rohan.”
The vision was gone as quickly as it came.
Who is Aishwarya and Khan? Aishwarya is a princess and I haven’t come across any princess in my entire life.
And the other boy, the one bowing, Rohan, who is he?
Why am I suddenly getting these visions? This is the second time I would be having such vision and their faces are blurry. I couldn’t make out what they look like only their voices.
A hand waved at my face and my thoughts were gone.
“What happened?” Hotshot asked me in concern, his hand touching my forehead. He was on his knees and his face was few meters away from mine.
“Rohan.” I spoke out and that froze hotshot.
Another blurry vision came again and this time I saw the same girl and boy, Rohan, sitting close to each other on a bed.
The vision was gone and when I blink my eyes I noticed how close he was.
“What did you call me just now?” He asked.
“Sorry, the name kinda slipped from my tongue. I swear to you I don’t even know who Rohan is or why I had call his name.” I answered him.