Dream High. Chapter 11

T.H.I.E.F (Dream High)

An India love action story….

Chapter 1️⃣1️⃣

Written by
©️ Ifeoma Isabella Silver Ozoemene.

???????? ….People, some will fly beyond the stars. People, some will fall…. ????????

Continuation From the last Episode;

????️ Writer Pov ????️

“Yes my lady.” Amar said and bowed his head.

The girl entered the house as Amar moved back a little giving space for her to close the door behind her. The deserted house suddenly was filled with bushes and thorns. Amar strengthened up his neck and was gone.

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????️ Writer Pov ????️

Mehek, who didn’t know where to go when she entered the small village, decided to stop at an old shop, where an old woman was selling hot tea. It was empty and sat down on one of the vacant chairs outside the old shop.

She still had some rupees remaining from the money the kind driver had given her so she ordered for a cup and sat down, putting Aishwarya on her lap and made her young head rest on her left shoulder blade.

“You are not from this village are you?” The old woman asked as she dropped the cup of hot tea in front of Mehek.

“No ma’am.” Mehek replied, collecting the cup from the old woman with her other free hand.

“Don’t mind my question my dear, is just that I have not seen such a young pretty lady like you in this local village. Where are you from? What happened to your daughter?” The old woman asked.

“I come from a distant place, a local village like this. My daughter was involved in an accident and she is still recovering.” Mehek lied. “I decided to come here with my daughter to find greener pastures.” She added.

And at that moment, Aishwarya groaned and slowly opened her eyes and that stopped Mehek in her tracks.

“My prin- Aishwarya, thank heavens you are finally awake.” Mehek said, nearly moved to tears.

“Who is Aishwarya?” The girl in her arms asked Mehek who became shocked.

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????️ Rohan Pov ????️

I could feel the touch of someone using a wet something to gently scrub my body. The coolness of whatever the person was using was making me feel less pain.

They had saved me. Whoever they are, had heard my cry for help and came to my rescue.

The strange boy who had given me a second chance could have made me appear in a hospital not in a forest.

What was he thinking?

I heard a knock.

“I think the doctor is here.” A female voice said.

“I will go and open the door, be gentle with him please dear.” I heard a male voice said softly and heard the retreating footsteps of him leaving where I was.

I tried to open my eyes to see where I was, but couldn’t. I felt weak.

Soon I heard the man returning with someone else, a male because they were discussing slowly amongst themselves.

“So this is the boy?”

“Yes doctor, he is the one.”

“The burn in his body…..” The doctor I guess, paused in his sentence as I felt another touch on my skin.

I wonder how bad my skin is that made the doctor pause.

“Do you know who he is, his family or what must have caused this burn?” The doctor asked.

I forced my eyelids open and I saw three pairs of eyes staring at me, in pity may I add. I didn’t dare to look down at my body.

The one that is a doctor, opened his backpack and brought out something, a tube cream, which he opened and started to apply all over my body.

I groaned out in pain as soon as his large old hands touched my skin.

“Sorry.” The doctor whispered. ” Can you talk?” He asked.

Slipping my tongue to wet my dry lips. I opened my mouth and tried to speak, “Yes.” I said in a whisper. My throat was paining me badly.

“Okay, do you remember what happened to you?” He asked again.

I did not want them to know what had happened so I decided to lie.

“No.” I managed to say.

“What about your name? Your parents name?” The doctor asked.

“I don’t remember anything, who am I?” I asked slowly.

I noticed the stares the other two quiet people shared and the lady and the other man with her moved forward and touched my hair tenderly.

“You are our son.” The woman said which prompted the doctor to stop in his tracks and stare at the couples in shock.

My face nearly matches with his own before I quickly remembered I was playing the victim of someone who had lost his memory.