As I slowly opened my eyes, the harsh glare of the chandelier above made me squint, and the bright lights streaming through the casement windows forced me to shut them tight again. My head was pounding like a drum, and my body ached all over, especially my legs. But what I needed most was water.
"Water..." I croaked, my voice barely audible. "I need water..."
Suddenly, a strong hand lifted my head, and a glass of water appeared in front of me. I opened my eyes slightly, but everything was blurry. I emptied the glass, and it felt like my body was coming back to life. My throat wasn't dry and hurting anymore, but my eyes became heavy, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep again.
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Raman sat comfortably on one of the couches, only a few meters away from the window, with his eyes shut and his back against the couch. But this time around, the room wasn't dark and half-empty. The room, bigger and more beautiful than his room in the demon world, had walls tarred with white and blue marble wall ties that matched the colors of the sheets and curtains.
In the middle of the room was a big bed that was very close to the wall; at the left-hand side of the room stood a big closet with different men's wear in various colors. A few steps away from the closet was the door that led to the bathroom. Fifteen feet away, on the right-hand side of the bed, was a big dressing table with a large dressing mirror that hung on the wall and was sealed to the table. Just beside the bed was a bedside drawer, and a jug of water was placed on it. Not too far away from the bed was a beautiful glass-made center table with a flower vase on it. At the right side of the room was the casement, covered with long white beautiful curtains; two couches were placed a few steps away from the casement, where one could sit to enjoy the breeze and get a good view of the beautiful garden within the mansion.
His mind raced with thoughts from last night. The memories kept popping into his head again and again like a movie set on repeat. He remembers how his demon woke up just because of her voice, how he killed the royal guards and even burned some of them alive, especially the general. He remembers how he felt when he caught her just before she fell, her face an image he couldn't seem to get out of his head—a haunting mystery he couldn't shake off.
It kept popping up in his head over and over again. He had caught her from falling, and he couldn't help but study her face. Her beautiful, attractive oval but pale face caught his attention; her red hair mixed with black formed the dark auburn color that covered half of her face. He remembers using his fingers to move the strands to the back of her ear. She was extremely beautiful... Her pointed nose and small, pale lips did a great job of contributing to her beauty, and strangely, her face seemed kind of familiar to him.
He suddenly had the urge to kiss her but stopped himself before his demon completely got out of control. He had brought her to his house in the human world and watched her lay unconscious; he wondered why he couldn't bring himself to leave and stop admiring her beauty.
What the hell is wrong with him? Why can't he stop thinking about her? Why did her voice wake his demon? How is that even possible?… He kept asking himself different questions but couldn't provide an answer to any of his questions.
Raman stood from the couch and walked up to the casement, lost in thought. He wondered why he couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious woman he saved and why he couldn't shake off the feeling of familiarity he felt towards her. He couldn't understand what was happening to him.
He headed to the bathroom, seeking a refreshing shower to clear his mind. He needed to cool his head and his mind; his mind was in a total mess, and he wasn't thinking straight. Maybe if he showered, his mind might become calm, then he would think of what to do with the stranger he saved last night.
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Opening my eyes slowly, I traveled my eyes to each corner of the room before sitting up, having no clue where I was. The room I was in was big and beautiful—actually, no, this was way beyond beautiful. It was exactly magnificent. From the looks of this room, it was obvious no ordinary man would possess this type of room; it looked more like a king's room.
For a moment, fear crept its way into my heart. This couldn't possibly be the king's palace back at Vartish. I had spent three weeks at the palace studying every hook and cranny of it. This can't possibly be the palace; it just isn't possible.
The room seemed straight out of a fairy tale. It was massive and extremely beautiful. The walls were made of white and blue marble, and the bed I was lying on was huge and comfortable. I couldn't help but take in the stunning chandelier, the painting on the wall, and the gorgeous flower vase on the glass-made center table.
My eyes lingered on each detail of the room, and a smile spread across my face, marveling at the beauty around me. But as I looked around, I realized I had no idea where I was or who had brought me here.
I remembered struggling with the royal guards and shouting for help, but everything after that was a blur. I must have been saved by someone, but who was it? And why did they bring me to this magnificent room?
As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I noticed a bandage wrapped around my forehead. My savior must have nursed my wounds and taken care of me. I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me towards this mysterious person, thinking about how they had saved me and tended to my needs.
But I couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. Who was this person, and what did they want from me?
I scanned the room again, searching for any clues. But there was nothing – no hint, no sign, no indication of who my savior was. It was as if no one had ever entered the room. No personal items, no notes, no messages. Just silence.
Frustrated but also relieved, I decided to wait for my mysterious savior to appear. Maybe then I'd get some answers. I settled back into the bed, my eyes fixed on the door, waiting.