Chapter-1 {The Gilded Start}

The Dusk was approaching, a palace looking majestically sharp and huge, nearly a devotion to art and architecture, it stood like a disciplined gentleman, on the balcony a young lady and a middle aged man were standing, looking over the marvellous huge garden. the man asked the lady while spreading his arms.

“Alessandra! Look at that, aren’t those flower patterns beautiful?

It spreads nearly across 1000 yards, there are so many flowers that we could smell their odour”

The lady Alessandra (looking at the humongous garden with a serious expression, there was no emotion of sudden surprise on her face)

Father! It’s bountiful… no doubt, but… (She looked at the man as if he had let her down)

But why? (With a disappointed face)

The man was shocked he didn’t expect that from his daughter.

He replied

A ‘why’! What does that mean?

She replied

Why are you doing this?

The man replied

Why not! Didn’t you like this?

She replied with a sigh.

No, I will say it’s pretty underwhelming.

With disgruntlement he countered.

It is a gift for you my loving piece of charm, you should be thankful.

Sardonically she scoffs.

Thankful! For what? My people are suffering from famine and drought, and a worst case scenario the kingdom’s treasury is mostly empty from wars, but rather helping people you are wasting money on that thing that will die when the season is over.

(Her eyes burned with a cold, jagged fury, her lips curling into a sneer of absolute, heart-wrenching disappointment)

The father with a cold and wounded pride

Alessandra! Enough. Since your mother died, I have done everything to make sure you never felt her loss. I have worked myself to the bone so you could live in beauty, yet you throw it back in my face? Forget the peasants. They do not matter. This is a gift for my daughter, and you should be grateful to have a father like me .

With a broken laughter, she said.

Grateful! After all you have done to me, Father, enough! You have kept me within these stone walls my entire life. I have never felt the grass beneath my feet or opened a single door to the world. I have only ever known the light from a balcony or a window. You call this a gift, but it is just another cage.

(A lone tear fell like shattered glass, her eyes hollow with the quiet, suffocating ache of a daughter who realized her home was a tomb)

You had killed my lover, you have arranged my marriage with a 55 year old drunk king who had killed his wife for not satisfying him in oral pleasure. And you had killed many persons for calling my name without miss, (while saving) how could I be more thankful to you?

You think this is normal?

Then you’re wrong, you’re just a bastard old man who struggles to control his temper, you have abdicated the responsibility that a king must shoulder.

While she was criticizing her father, her father was trying to silence her.

When she spoke that you had the power to save m….m…ma

While she was speaking her father with a raw suffocating rage shouting violently

Enough!

His voice was low, steady, and heavy with authority.

Do not mistake my patience for weakness, Alessandra.

You stand here because I allow it.

He stepped closer, his presence suffocating.

You speak of suffering and duty, yet you understand neither.

You question a king as if you were his equal.

His gaze sharpened.

Your lover died because he forgot his place. He rots in the dirt where he belongs… and you would be wise not to follow him.

A pause. His tone turned colder.

You call this life a cage? Everything you are, your name, your comfort, your very breath, exists because of me.

He looked at her with quiet disdain.

And yet, like many women, you confuse emotion with wisdom… and defiance with strength.

Leaning closer, his voice dropped further.

You were not raised to rule, Alessandra. You were raised to serve a purpose.

His eyes hardened.

You will marry as I have commanded. You will obey him… endure him… and fulfil the role you were kept alive for.

You are just a sex slave, It is your duty to provide an heir to the dynasty.

His eyes were red like amber, as if they would consume her piece by piece with truth.

You are not a daughter today, Alessandra. You are a State Offering, and that’s the real truth.

A sharp pause.

The only reason you still stand before me is because you are of use. Without that… you would have been discarded long ago.

He straightened his gaze cold and final.

You are nothing but a gilded tribute to buy our peace.

You are not special. You are necessary.

With an eye contact to her eyes, he whispered in her ear

Now, consider yourself a votive lamb, Alessandra.

You bleed so the Kingdom may live.

You are a crown pawn, moved for the sake of this kingdom.

A final glance, heavy with quiet threat.

Now leave you stupid girl. Before I remind you how little power you truly have… and how easily it can be taken from you.

(holding her mouth ran away to her room)

She was shattered in the dark. She was raised to be a Royal, but she is still just a girl who was never allowed to see the world.

Alessandra in fear and nervousness closed her eye and she shrank into the shadows of the corner paralyzed tremor pulled her small and hollow against the stone.

While her eye was closed she chanted a poem remembering her mother

The living become cold

But not shattered and sad

Though your things are sold

It is truly not bad

She retreated into the darkest corner, pulling her legs tight against her chest until she was nothing more than a small, broken shadow. Her hands clenched near her ears, grabbing at her hair with a desperate, white knuckled grip as she tried to shut out the world. The weather turned bitter and cold, a biting wind whipping across the balcony as the rain began dropping little by little, turning into a hard, rhythmic thunder storm that shook the very stone. Despite the freezing chill, her face was slick with a thick, frantic sweat, her skin glistening in the flashes of lightning. She looked so small, shivering and hollow, a daughter shattered in the dark.

The helpers are near

You can find them right there

If you have a fear

Let the God hear

She screwed her eyes shut with a crushing force her teeth grinding together as a jagged scream tore through the stress. She gripped her hair tightly pulling and digging her nails in as she lashed out hitting the cold stone wall near her in a frantic desperate blur.

Be not afraid

Don't be scared

Let the worry fade

And the light be prepared

While her eyes were closed, she felt cold, like she was in water,

She opened her eyes.

She saw raindrops but not normal looking.

Above her head millions of droplets dropped on her,

She closed her eyes again, when she open her eyes again

In slow motion she saw a fish swimming.

She felt as her hair was floating, she couldn’t breathe air, and she felt cool and calm like she was floating.

she thought she was weightless.

Suddenly she realized she was not in her room.

She was in the ocean.

She opened her mouth to shriek, but the air fled; she saw the bubbles looking like shattered diamonds leaving her body.

Her chest tightened with a jagged, burning heat as her body fought for a breath that wasn't there, a huge shiver of panic ran down her spine, with her lungs screaming for air, she thrashed toward the light, fighting the heavy pull of the depths.

As she came near the surface, she heard a voice “not again” ……, “I hope it’s a boy” and “I hope this won’t try to kill me”

She reached the surface but something was wrong,

Now she was floating but the water doesn’t feel like water.

It…its sand, she was now on dry sand.

She was in a desert.

Chapter-2 {The Pain That Lasts}

Alessandra was shocked, one minute she was in the Deep Ocean and another minute she was in a place where it was next to impossible to find a single drop of water.

She was soaked to the bone, but the desert sand claimed her instantly, sticking to her wet dress like glue. Then, the water began to vanish, not just drying up, but fleeing. It evaporated with uncanny speed in the direction of gravity, and rose from her skin in a strange, ghostly mist that left her shivering in the heat.

She watched in Bewilderment as the clear moisture on her skin didn't rise into the hot air. Instead, it thickened into a heavy, white mist that was sucked downward into the sand, as if the desert were thirsty for water.

The silk of her dress, once light and elegant, now felt like a heavy, abrasive armour. Every time she moved, the wet sand ground against her skin like thousands of tiny, jagged teeth.

H-how... what…?! (She stammered, her hands shivering.)

Am I dreaming? (In confusion)

I… must be dreaming (she slapped her own face)

Ahh... Aah… Shhh… (She screamed)

Ha…no..no.no how!. (She is in total perplexity)

The warm wind of the desert made the Royal Princess sweat immensely, it was strange, When she first arrived in this world, the ocean water on her skin strangely evaporated downward into the ground, but now her sweat rose upward toward the sky like normal.

It’s not a dream. (Her breath becomes irregular)

What the hell just happened? (She was befuddled)

Where am I? (With a strange fear she looked and examined the surrounding)

Hah…hah…hah

(A laugh was heard, it was like a whisper, and in a deserted area it’s very rare to hear this kind of sound)

Alessandra looked around. She was terrified.

H… Hell… Hello? Is anybody there?

No answer, just silence and the sun beating down on the sand.

Look! I have a weapon. (For her own safety, she yelled)

Anybody with the intention of harm will be killed.

(Nothing was heard again)

I said will be killed!

It’s not a joke.

I’m warning you

Don’t make me use it.

Nothing but silence (a warm wind brushed past Alessandra’s ears)

I know someone is there! (she yelled again)

Stop hiding!

With a brittle voice.

Please... (There was a huge amount of Innocence in that single word)

Hey, jus…Just come out into the light.

Let me see your face!

She was Petrified, She had never been outside the palace walls, she was eager to find someone that could help her or give company.

A silence.

She believed that it was just a misconception.

But, between the harmless Tranquil silence.

A Sudden warm wind flowed near her ears.

The wind whispered “A lady!”, “No not again” and “stupid!”

She was startled.

She quickly looked around to find the direction of sound.

But the word…

The word “stupid” made her remember her father.

The anger, the rage, and the sheer brutal truth her own father had told were traumatizing.

But the painful part was the whisper, the sound kept repeating the words, constantly reminding her of her torment.

stop…stop… (She pleaded)

Please…

The stability of her mental health was like a fine glass of water which had shattered.

She couldn't handle it, she collapsed, clutching her ears with shivering soft hands tightly and making herself small, she cried, a drop of tear fell into the sand and vanished instantly, as if it had also left her behind.

Her jaw tightened, eyes squeezed shut.

Slowly the sound faded away.

She could no longer hear the sound.

But the pain

The torment inside her head remained like a pendulum, swinging endlessly backward and forward.

The heat of the desert made her dizzy and dry.

In her mind, she asked herself.

Am I dead?

Is this some kind of punishment?

Her breath hitched.

Why is this happening to me…?

Her thoughts trembled.

What did I do wrong?

Why me?

Her chest tightened.

What can I even do…?

Her fingers curled into the sand.

I’m just a stupid girl…

I don’t know anything… nothing at all.

At that point she felt she wanted to die, she remembered her mom started crying.

M…mom…

Where are you?

Her suffering in silence gave her a vision of her mom telling her she is always with her, but again she remembered her father yelling at her.

It felt like a silent treatment.

But in that painful silence

She felt a warm hand on her head; it felt like a warm embrace from her mother.

For a moment she felt calm like drifting clouds.

Then another hand wiped her tear from her cheek

She stayed still, her eyes were closed the only thing she needed at that time was validation and safety. , the presence she longed for was right in front of her.

A cold breeze glided through her neck, In desert she felt cool.

Slowly she opened her eyes to find that person that she missed.

She saw a young man who was down on bent knee, with one knee pressed into the sand. The man smiled calmly.

Almost too calmly

Her breath caught

Fear returned instantly

Without thinking she punched him.

The man stumbled back several steps

Alessandra took a few steps adopting a defensive posture.

The man stood up while grabbing his nose

The man with irritation screamed at her

What’s wrong with you?

He was in pain

Pointing at her

Hey...I am talking to you!

Why the hell did you do that?

Her breath was uneven, in Defensive justification and lingering shock.

You came out of nowhere.

Her voice trembling but firm

What did you expect?

In dry disappointment and wounded pride he replied.

I expected a different reaction

A doubtful shadow passed across her features

With curiosity and confusion, she raised her eyes.

Different reaction...

Raising her voice

What reaction did you expect in this environment?

His face became serious with an innocent look, he moved his hands forward to respond.

I expected a thanks or a question like who are you? And where am I?

While hugging himself he replied.

In rare cases a hug or a call for help

Her mouth slightly open

A hug!

Hey! You think that

How could you imagine such an unreasonable situation in that dull brain?

Hugging an unknown guy?

No…never in your dream

Hey… young lady first (pointing at her)

Gratitude is a rare currency these days

So, I expected that to happen

An… (Interrupted by her reply)

I almost drowned in an ocean that turned into a desert and you expect me to hug a stranger.

That’s nonsense…. (Interrupted by his reply)

Stop interrupting when I’m talking.

Now, where was i…an…yes and

And

How dare you call my brain dull?

He crossed his arms

You should know I had saved you in this beautiful place.

Beautiful place! You mean this furnace?

Raising one eye brow

Oo…wow! How beautiful and cold this place is (with a smirk)

He raised his voice

Hey… stop insulting

But wait (his eye brow raised)

What did you say (His eyes wide with genuine confusion)

She responds

I said Oo…wow! (Interrupted by his reply)

No…not that

Before that

You have told that you almost drowned in an ocean that turned into a desert?

(Looking at him with interest)

Yes! Why? Do you know about something?

(His voice dropping to a whisper)

No but I don’t understand

That’s strange…

Everyone else who comes to this world...

They are always sleeping when they arrive.

She asked with a strange confusion

Wait…did you say ‘everyone’

Are there other people?

The man raising his head and hands on hips replied.

Yeah… there have been many people in the past.
Suddenly his left eye bled into a void of pure, oily black. It looked like a hole in reality.

He slapped his face after that the eye became normal.
It works every time. Roman didn't flinch. He replied.
In shock and surprise she asked
what…what was that?

He replied casually

It’s nothing, just…just ignore it.

Now where was I?

Many people in the past, yeah!

His face became serious

People only arrive in this world near me.

They are like helpers who do not know their goal, or anything and what happened.

This happens in every few years after the death of the previous one.

I called them ‘RC’

She asked with surprised face

Is…is that normal for you to say that

You think I would believe whatever you say

Stop lying...!

The man replied with a cold smile

Well I am not lying,

That’s the truth

She yelled at him

That’s nonsense

Controlled calm voice he replied

Imagine it as a stroke of quiet magic

She yells

You expect me to believe I’m some...'Helper' in a thousand-year cycle?

I am a Princess of a Kingdom, not a pawn in your fairy tale!

Stop lying!

Her voice became strident

Magic…! Magic is a myth we outgrew, Science is the reasonable answer to how our world works, and it is the reality that replaced old myths with facts we can actually trust.

But what you are saying is completely baseless

She stopped mid-sentence when it struck her.

She stumbles back, her boots sinking into the hot sand. She claws at her throat as if she’s choking, her eyes wide with fear.

Wait...

This is a lie.

You are not real! This whole place... it's a lie.

She looked at her shivering hands and whispers to herself in desperation.

My father must have drugged me with something powerful.

I'm just trapped in my own mind.

He stood perfectly still, his gaze heavy and bored. He didn't move, but his presence feels like it’s crushing the air out of her.

A drug? (A mocking smile touches his lips.)

I watched you slap your own face.

I saw you scream from the sting.

You felt the sand grinding against your skin like teeth.

How can you feel all that and still tell me this is a dream?

To Roman, her 'drug theory' was ludicrous.

He leaned closer

To his surprise, he saw her breaking.

She was scared and totally confused, she was holding her head with nervousness, it's clear that she was scared of this situation, as he had scolded her, her body was shivering.

With calm and silent voice, he replied.

Oh…I see now.

It’s clear that you are refusing to believe because the truth is too scary.

She looked at him.

He continued speaking

You don't know how you came?

How you will return?

And what you will do?

You don’t know anything.

He asked her.

Am I right?

She was just looking at him, no answer came just silence, as if her logic has finally failed her.

The man trying to calm her down replies

We just met half an hour ago

You don’t know about me or this world.

His expression softens.

The desert doesn't care if you believe in it. It will still burn you.

He stepped closer, the sand crunching quietly under his boots. He reaches down, extending a scarred, steady hand toward her.

Hey!

Stand up!

You can freeze in your denial, or you can walk.

Just think to survive.

The choice is yours.

With a calm mother like smile, he replied.

Princess!

She struck his hand away.

Don’t touch me!

With scepticism, cynical and doubt she respond.

Before you do anything... first, tell me who you are? (Her voice trembling)

She looked up at him through her tangled hair.

He was mildly annoyed.

Hhh…You’re just like Illy but anyways I need to introduce myself.

HI! First, I’m Roman Borisov.

Chapter-3 {The Price of Truth}

Hi! First, I’m Roman Borisov.

You can call me Roman or RB… some people used to call me Roma, Volga-7, Captain…

Boss…

call me anything.

I don’t really mind names anymore.

He hesitates a little bit.

He makes a request to her.

Remember, after what I will say, you will trust me.

Okay...

She nodded her head slowly to say yes.

He whispered.

I don’t die.

With doubt and confusion, she replied.

Could you repeat that again?

His voice became a little louder.

I said I can’t die.

She was taken aback.

What!…are you telling the truth? Her voice was unsteady.

With scepticism, cynicism and doubt, she responded.

You never die?

He was a little irritated, responded

I told you don't ask me again, please.

I can’t die, I don’t age and every injury in my body regenerates itself.

She replied with complete confusion, I cannot understand what you are telling me.

How?

Are you a human?

Roman’s face suddenly lost its irritation, replaced by a cold, hollow focus.

He asked her again.

Hey! Promise me you will never be scared of me, just trust me.

You will never understand me if you don’t look inside me.

His eyes turned red, not from anger not from sorrow, it just looked too normal.

She again nods her head slowly to say yes, but her head was shivering this time.

She was silent.

He replies, okay, that's good for me.

Just…just feel the pain.

He smiles, but his body and his eyes tell a different story that he was unsure of her answer.

He was afraid of something, something Alessandra hadn’t understood.

He reached for the heavy, serrated blade sheathed at his hip.

Let me give you a fact that you can feel.

Roman holds the blade like cutting anything; he was pointing the blade towards Alessandra.

Alessandra became scared for her life.

Before Alessandra could even gasp, Roman didn't just cut, he swung with a terrifying, practiced precision.

Alessandra eyes closed.

THWIP-SHLICK!!

The sound echoed through the desert.

Alessandra thought she was dead, but she couldn't feel the pain she expected from the attack.

Slowly she opened her eyes.

She was horrified, she saw Roman in agonizing pain.

His left arm was not there, he had cut off his own arm.

The blade sheared through bone with a sickening sound.

Roman didn’t bleed red, a dense, purple-grey sludge heaved from the stump, hitting the sand with a heavy plop-vut.

Roman’s body buckled, a jagged, mechanical grind of teeth tearing from his throat.

But it was not the scariest part, his amputated arm moved like a dying fish, it was just like a tail of a lizard.

The pain was caustic, like his veins were being flooded with molten lead.

"Look at it," he hissed, his voice trembling with exhaustion.

Alessandra was screaming, her face a mask of pure horror as she watched the dark "mud" churn.

With a wet stretch

Roman grabbed the severed limb and slammed it back against the stump.

Thwip-shlick.

The connection was a violent, mechanical collision.

Inside, the bone-ends ground together with a sickening chrr-ack, shattering and re-knitting in a frantic, saving loop.

The pain was caustic, a roar of molten lead searing through his nerves as the purple-grey sludge forced the flesh to fuse.

He didn't just heal, he suffered his way back together.

With a final, wet stretch, the muscle fibres tightened like iron cables.

The deep, muddy colour faded, leaving nothing behind but a faint, jagged mark.

Roman exhaled his voice a ragged whisper.

Now I think you could understand?

Her face was cold and terrified

What…what the hell just happen?

How…how is this possible?

With a smirk he replied

It’s a horrifying curse disguised like a blessing.

Whenever I am injured, my body amplifies the agony tenfold.

But it's not the final punishment.

Aaa…

Suddenly he falls down.

Telling himself while breathing rapidly calm…down calm down… just fucking calm down Roman! (His eyes becomes totally black)

His eyes were bleeding oily black tears.

He looks at her with his eyes bled into a void of pure, oily black. It looks like a hole in reality.

He raises his hand and he yells

Stop!!! He was serious

Don’t come near me right now

(He was breathing loudly, his body was shivering, a large amount of sweat was secreted by his skin, and he was trying to control something)

With confusion she replied

But why…! Why is this happening to you?

Bellowing cry he yelled

Stay away from me, calm down you fucking monster .

Roman, calm down.

With a quiet Whisper

Slowly a calm silence came.

Only the sound of warm wind flowing quietly as they could be heard and the heartbeat of both of them could be heard.

Alessandra slowly walks towards Roman.

Between the silences Roman stood up breathing vigorously, his whole body was covered in sweat which evaporates rapidly.

A heavy cough seized Roman, and a flood of blood erupted from his lips and nose.

To her shock, it wasn't his usual dark "mud." It was a bright, terrifying red, the unmistakable colour of a human heart.

Suddenly his mouth opened.

The size of his open mouth was not normal, it was huge.

Multiple sound came pulsing from his throat some were soft and feminine, others were low and masculine, and a few were nothing short of demonic.

He became uncontrollable, his expression transformed from a gentleman to a Predator.

Suddenly he rushes at Alessandra.

She dodged the attack.

Her survival instinct saved her .

Roman…! She yelled

But roman become more aggressive, he started attacking with immediate speed and ferocity.

Why are you behaving like this?

Are you crazy…?

She tried to run as far as possible but where she could go, she is in nowhere. There is only sand and rocks every direction and nothing, she knew that she could not outrun him in any way.

Her delicate and soft feet got tired after a while, she was just a princess.

He was running on all fours.

At the last moment he grabbed her.

He ripped her royal silk dress slowly, he almost ripped 50% of her dress.

She tried to escape, but he grabbed both of her hands quickly, he had subdued her, that time she realized then that the cage of her father's palace was nothing compared to the cage of Roman's grip.

He pinned her down with a terrifying force, leaving her to wonder if he meant to devour her or claim her as a predator would his mate.

She yells him while trying to control his body.

Roman…!

Stop…!

What happened to you?!

Are you going to eat me? Is that what I am to you

Just meat?

She looked at his face, it was red like blood, his eyes were black constantly bleeding a black and oily liquid, his mouth was watering, and drops of saliva fell on Alessandra face.

Alessandra yells again

Roman!

she shrieked, her voice cracking as the oily black tears fell onto her skin.

Leave me alone!

What happened to you?

Please leave me alone.

I have done nothing to you...

With calm broken face

I have done nothing to deserve this!

He yelled likes a beast

Shut up!

That time he was not Roman, he was something else, something who was starving.

She knew her destiny she was helpless, for a last try she reply

Roman!

If you are still in there

Leave me alone!

Please… she was totally broken

A tear fell from her eye, with shivering irregular breathing she knew what will happen.

Suddenly the aggressive Roman became quite, he was still like a statue.

His black eye fluttered little bit, he looked at her innocent face with confusion.

He ask himself in mind why, why my mind is stopping me, who is she, do I know her before, I saw her before.

Suddenly a voice encored in his mind

Roman!

If you are still in there

Leave me alone!

He had heard this line in his past, slowly his hold became weaker, and from his left arm he wiped her tear while smiling.

He whispers, now you can take rest.

My lady

A crystal like tear dropped from his left eye.

In a glimpse of a second, his body started levitating.

He looked at the sky & and a demonic voice replied.

Oo…now the cold Ice is melting.

The demonic voice laughed loudly his mouth open with an uncanny vibe.

Suddenly his mouth opened.

Multiple sound came repulsing from his throat some were soft and feminine, others were low and masculine, and a few were nothing short of demonic.

The multiple sounds yelled.

Go back you fucking rascal.

His strength finally gave out. Roman’s eyes rolled back as he collapsed, his body sinking into the furnace like warmth of the sand.

Roman fell to the sand near Alessandra from the sky.

Alessandra got startled, she took some distance away from roman’s body.

She was looking at Roman, she was crying while holding her mouth, she was gasping her mental state was so broken that she was struggling to control her own breathing.

There was silence, she felt safe but she felt more scared from silence than ever.

She had nowhere to go, no idea, no one to believe and if she tried believed in anyone that turn out to be wrong.

A little moment later roman’s body moved

His body tried to stand but couldn’t, with a faint voice he called Alessandra.

He…hey help m…

He was shivering.

Help me…please.

No reply or answer, just wind talking with the silence.

He had no strength for lifting his own head, he was in a recumbent position, in that recumbent position he crawled at her with his shivering hands.

Roman crawled near to Alessandra, but while he was going towards Alessandra, Alessandra was going backward.

She was too afraid to be near Roman

Slowly roman got the power to lift his head.

He looks at Alessandra and replied

…ha…help.

..He...hey…why are you going back?

Roman could hear her Rapid heartbeats in the silence.

Slowly he lifted his body with his shivering hands, with a slow and steady voice.
Hey…I am not dangerous now.

That was just a mistake I unable to control my power.

I am Roman, believe it

No reply came.

In shock he replied

Why aren't you answering?

Hey! Look at me he was desperate

with a serious look he asked

answer me

Did you believe me? Or what? With scepticism

Why are you afraid of me?, I will never harm you in any way.

he started to lost control of his breath.

Hey!

Come here, now

Help me

I can’t walk,

I need help.

again no answer and no movement was there

Do…his voice was trembling

Do…do you believe in me…? Or not

I need only one word

She was looking at him, her irregular breathing and red eyes with tears that showed her fear.

No answer, just whispers of heartbeat beating .

between both of them. Nothing was there only their eyes were connected to each other.

Roman’s eyes slowly filled with water.

His eyes went red.

A silence that was causing both of them.

He looked at her innocent face.

He was trying to look at her but the tears on his eyes made harder to look at her.

The silent whisper from her heartbeat told him the answer.

Ho…I think I got your answer. With a broken smile

That’s a great answer.

He took a Long breath, while controlling his emotion.

A great person once said

you can hear the story from silence but never the noise.

True faith is a gift, while fear is a toy.

You know.

I never knew what this line meant.

But now I got an example.

Silently she was looking at him

I think telling truth about yourself will make you a lonely swan.

A tear came from his eye

Oo…a drop of water, I think it will rain soon.

You should buy an umbrella for you protection.

Roman still ley in sand

I am so weak that it’s difficult to stand rather than touching you, then how you are afraid from me.

He looks at the sky.

How human beings are so stupid.

You know every time I tried to understand females, I hated myself.

A girl who told me to show myself is scared of me. (He laughed loudly)

Ha…ha…What a funny joke…what a funny joke.

I think females have very low expectation

Slowly he stood up

With loud rage he yells. While kicking a rock.

Why…why.

Why the fuck people think I am lying? Why they do not believe?

Why do they betray me? Why this happens to me?

(Alessandra holding her ears was shivering with fear)

Suddenly Roman falls to the ground

He tells her

Hay!

You are no help for me.

I will not die, I will regenerate in a matter of days, I am going to hibernation.

You can go wherever you want, in the east there is a village, it's called the village of green, without any plants.

Oo…what a joke I have told.

Maybe I am a joker for someone who has trust issues.

The villager can help you, the villagers are pretty sweet.

So, you can go as you wish.

But before that please tell me your name

Complete silence just the Heartbeat, Roman replies

Oo…another new story

A jagged laugh tore from his throat, a sound fuelled by a grief so sharp it had finally snapped his mind, soon his Laughter thinned to a ragged wheeze, then tomb-like silence. Eyes shut, he surrendered to the void a heavy hibernation where the pain finally went quiet.

At the last he replied.

So, it’s my last call to you.

Goodbye

My lady!

Umakanta Biswal

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