The wind was howling against the huge Mansion, striking it with her blows but unable to do any harm. The Mansion was silent deep inside, but a storm was raging outside it. The moon was playing hide and seek with the clouds, trees around the Mansion was swaying. The branches of trees were tapping harshly on the windows.
It was almost twelve in the night and, Shanaya was sleeping in her style, her hands and legs sprayed in eagle form.
Suddenly she tugged the upper sheet and, a line of worry appears on her forehead. She seemed disturbed and, she opened her eyes on an impulse when she heard, the voice of the evil in her sleep, " He won't take your side, he is a businessman, he won't sign off this deal just for you."
She remained on her bed in the same posture she had woken, her eyes set on the ceiling of the room, her breathing harsh.
