Neelu sat on the stool studying the female warriors who were guarding her. They all wore sarees like the dhothis of male warriors that gave them flexibility of movement. They also wore strong metal armor on their bodies. She had read that the metal armor weighed several kilos, making it heavy. So the warrior needed strength and skill or they wouldn’t last long in a fight. But they didn’t even bother to look at her; in fact, they were facing towards the doors and exits as if they expected some kind of attack.
“Are you expecting an attack?”
“……..”
“Is anyone in danger?”
“…….”
“Am I in danger?”
“……..”
“Am I a prisoner?”
“………”
“Why are you guarding me?”
“………”
“I won’t run away. I can’t go anywhere.”
“………”
“How do you know the priest?”
“………”
“Is he a secret agent?”
“……..”
“Whe
