This is my mother's journal. How did the commander get this? I wonder if he knew her. I slowly turned the pages of the journal and something fell out it. A chain. Not any chain but a nuptial chain. Does this Mangal sutra belong to ma? The chain had black and tiny golden beads lining with a diamond pendent at the centre. I held the mangal sutra in my hands and admired it, wondering who it belonged to?
"Let's go."
I turned around quick and saw Rudhr by the door to the stairs. When did he get here? I must've not heard his foot steps this time.
"Where are we going?"
"To your dormitory chamber. I'll walk you."
"That won't be needed, Thank you."
As I walked towards the stairs, his hand caught my wrist, twisted me around and pulled me towards his chest. He twisted my arm and locked it behind my back.
"What..."
I was standing too close to Rudhr, that our chests were touching and I bet he could hear my heart beating rapidly out of fear. I think I fear this man.
"I said I'll walk you. Or do you prefer to be carried over my shoulder Netra?"
My eyes bulged out from hearing his suggestion. What is wrong with this guy? At this point, I'd prefer to stay 2 arm distance away from him anywhere.
"I'm fine Sir."
"I thought so."
He took my wrist from behind and held it tightly as we exited the HQ and walked over to my dormitory chamber. He really has a good grip and I bet I'll find a red band over my wrist tomorrow morning from the pressure of his grip. Does he think that I'll run away or something? I mean who wouldn't when he grips you hard like this?
Finally I reached the door to my dormitory chamber, and Rudhr slowly released his grip from my wrist. He turned to face me and said, "Night." and left.
Really? Was this what he wanted? To say Night? Uh!!!!
I went to my chamber and found all my mates have went to sleep already. I quickly changed into my pyjamas and climbed up to my bunk bed. I kept the journal under my pillow because for some reason, I felt that this journal might've been close to my ma.
RUDHR
How dare does he give her that journal? She out of everyone? She doesn't deserve it and I'll make sure to teach her place in DHARMA. I stepped into my room and could still smell her even though I know that she doesn't wear perfume. But I've always been able to sniff the scents of people that aligns with their moral character. Netra doesn't smell floral like most girls do, instead I'm sensing the smell of soil after the first shower. And there is a hint of sweetness to it.
I bet her wrist will have a red band tomorrow morning from my grip. Her wrist was so tender that I could almost feel all her veins beneath that bronze skin. It would've felt so good to have my surgical knife slice open that skin and dive into one of those bloody veins through which Namrata's blood runs.
I climbed on to my king mattress and took a nap before my workout at 3 AM.