JENNIFER'S POV
Have you ever imagined how it would feel (A) to get pricked by endless needles, or (B) feeling heavy as if you were sinking in a major hangover, or (C) feeling suffocated as if huge blocks of metal were covering your body?
No? Well as of now, I shall go with option (D) all of the above!
I felt numb, across my body as if, all these years I had been lying deep beneath thick slabs of bone-chilling ice. I tried to turn to a side, but failed miserably. Then somehow, I turned to my left. The linen bedsheets wrinkled because of my constant movement.
I couldn't understand why I had been feeling so dizzy.
Am I kidnapped? Did someone rape me!? Am I going to die?
My mind was clouded with such questions. I tried opening my eyes and the lights of the room blinded my sight. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust myself with the surroundings. I dragged myself up the bed and somehow sat on it. As I got acclimatized with the room, I took in the things arround me. I was in a suite. A grand one, which had been decorated with red, orange roses and warm colors close to them. It felt as if the room had been constructed in a rose garden. I turned my gaze to the bed and spotted cremé coloured linen sheets covering the queen-sized mattress. There was a nightstand with a tulip shaped red coloured lamp on it, near the left of the bed.
I gently stood up.
To the left of me were big mirrors as if I were in some movie set's green room. There, in front of them, piles of ornaments were stacked. Cosmetics, flowers were lying on the counter present in front of the mirrors. There were several stools kept.
Straight to the bed was the door. I limped to it, still a feeling sort of paralysis gripping my feet. I tried turning open the know but as expected, the door was locked.
The wardrobes on the right of me were open with endless number of lehengas peeping out of it. All of them looked stunning. I moved to those dresses with heavy steps, slowly but steadily recovering from the hammering sensation. I ran my fingers callously over the lehengas. I don't know why but, instead of dread or fear filling my senses, all I felt in me was numbness. Nothing was being registered in my mind and I was behaving like a zombie, absolutely ignorant to what situation I was in.
As I had been running my fingers across the soft fabric of the expensive attires hanging in the wardrobe, I noticed my fingers. They looked different... oddly different. And Darn it! They had nail paint on them with henna appliedon my hands and feet....
I never apply such things on my nails then..? And mehendi... absolutely not possible!
Subconsciously, my gaze went to the ring finger of my right hand and I spotted the ring there.
My engagement ring! Chimed my brain.
And my memory flashed the moments back from my dance class. I stumbled on my tracks and jerked my body behind. As I turned to face myself in the mirror, I was left dumbstruck!
I was clad in a royal blue lehenga with a cream coloured, blue bordered dupatta draped around my shoulders.
a gorgeous sapphire studded necklace resting on my my collar
even had a similar nose ring on my nose, whose long chain
broach at its side. It had something written at its side. With shaky steps, I walked up to the mirrors
on
'My Tigress'
to decipher what it really contained, from afar it was like any other diamond
now. All the feelings of feeling heavy, suffocated was because of the heavy,
my clothes? I
like crazy and my throat felt parched... even more dry and burnt than the Sahara desert. I moved my gaze to the night stand where I spotted a jug full of
on one of
eyes tight, I was not at all in a position to face the devil now. But, on hearing the jingling bells of payal (a type of ornament worn on the feet, which makes jingling sounds due
a sweet and chubby girl in a yellow colored frilled frock. She
I returned the gesture.
marry Dhanu bhaiya ( elder brother in hindi) isn't it?"
to dear, as he threatened to wipe out all my loved ones of I dared
nodded instead
Dhanu... really!? That demon doesn't deserve an endearment! I snarled
circumstances had been different, I would have certainly nursed myself with that appetizing food but I surely didn't want to accept anything that was offered by him! And that included food too! I could live on water only for now
over there.
With that, she left.
I press the button will you be able to provide me with my long lost friend call
Trying to open the door again would obviously turn out to be
grumbled but I didn't glance at that
I heard
Phone... my phone!
direction of the sound. It had been coming from one of the drawers of the wardrobe. After opening a dozen of them, I finally got
even through the closed room, I could make out the
much concerned about me being missing
I called Natasha. The phone was