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I woke up as someone else
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
As I turned, I saw beside me laid a men in his thirties, blood pouring out from the wound in his stomach. I was bewildered, where was I? Who is that man beside me? Why do I have this knife with me? These questions fogged my mind. I was feeling dizzy and was disgusted by the sight of blood when memories of what had transpired here started pouring in my mind. But it was not me, they were not my memories, I have not seen this man in the entirety of my eighteen years of life...nor do I know the person whose memories were flooding in my mind.
I was nauseated, I tried to keep my eyes open but I couldn't, I tried my best but at last I had to given in to a deep slumber.
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I opened my eyes slowly as I regained consciousness...I saw the ceiling above me and then around me, I was not familiar with the settings. Where was I? What had happened? Why am I wearing a goddamn lehenga when I am already so discomforted. As I looked around I saw someone sitting on the chair beside me reading a book. He was a man in his twenties, his hair as black as a raven and his demeanor as grim as the incident that transpired before.
He might have caught that I was awake, as he tured towards me and said.
"For the last time Subhi, can you not bring troubles for me." There was no anger in the tone...it was concern.
'Subhi? Who is Subhi?Is there some sort of okay that's going on? Was I a gart of some play before I lost my memories? Is this a setup? What on earth is happening?
I was deep in my thoughts when a servant, I guess had come, bringing a glass of water.
The man from before stood up took the water from her and came forward and as he was handing me the glass said, "I thought you were dead. I thought that I had lost my only remaing family. I beg of you do not do this again." Family?
"umm...I'm sorry but do I know you...or rather do you know me...You see I can't remember things."
The man looked at me in surprise, he was not sure what had happened. He waited for a moment and then shouted "Call the doctor".
For an hour there was an absolute chaos in the room the doctor has come and he told the man that 8 might have lost my memories out of shock and that it is temperoary. I will recover if I change the air...and go someplace new.
For godsake I was already in someplace new. I had got to know that I am the sister of the commander-in-chief of the royal army. That my name is Subhi and the man inform of me is my brother, Vir Pratap.
I was found in a back alley of the capital of this place called Samar and that I was unconscious when they found me...of course I was unconscious.
My "brother" turned towards me and said,
"Subhi, rest, we are going to our country house tomorrow." He then rushed out of the room as if in a hurry to sort out the things.
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
As I turned, I saw beside me laid a men in his thirties, blood pouring out from the wound in his stomach. I was bewildered, where was I? Who is that man beside me? Why do I have this knife with me? These questions fogged my mind. I was feeling dizzy and was disgusted by the sight of blood when memories of what had transpired here started pouring in my mind. But it was not me, they were not my memories, I have not seen this man in the entirety of my eighteen years of life...nor do I know the person whose memories were flooding in my mind.
I was nauseated, I tried to keep my eyes open but I couldn't, I tried my best but at last I had to given in to a deep slumber.
★★★★
I opened my eyes slowly as I regained consciousness...I saw the ceiling above me and then around me, I was not familiar with the settings. Where was I? What had happened? Why am I wearing a goddamn lehenga when I am already so discomforted. As I looked around I saw someone sitting on the chair beside me reading a book. He was a man in his twenties, his hair as black as a raven and his demeanor as grim as the incident that transpired before.
He might have caught that I was awake, as he tured towards me and said.
"For the last time Subhi, can you not bring troubles for me." There was no anger in the tone...it was concern.
'Subhi? Who is Subhi?Is there some sort of okay that's going on? Was I a gart of some play before I lost my memories? Is this a setup? What on earth is happening?
I was deep in my thoughts when a servant, I guess had come, bringing a glass of water.
The man from before stood up took the water from her and came forward and as he was handing me the glass said, "I thought you were dead. I thought that I had lost my only remaing family. I beg of you do not do this again." Family?
"umm...I'm sorry but do I know you...or rather do you know me...You see I can't remember things."
The man looked at me in surprise, he was not sure what had happened. He waited for a moment and then shouted "Call the doctor".
For an hour there was an absolute chaos in the room the doctor has come and he told the man that 8 might have lost my memories out of shock and that it is temperoary. I will recover if I change the air...and go someplace new.
For godsake I was already in someplace new. I had got to know that I am the sister of the commander-in-chief of the royal army. That my name is Subhi and the man inform of me is my brother, Vir Pratap.
I was found in a back alley of the capital of this place called Samar and that I was unconscious when they found me...of course I was unconscious.
My "brother" turned towards me and said,
"Subhi, rest, we are going to our country house tomorrow." He then rushed out of the room as if in a hurry to sort out the things.
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