For the first time in my life, I had done something good. Well, that was according to my sister. She kept on being amused from the time I saved her. Her, because I wasn't even aware of her name.
When I heard the cries of pain, I couldn't ignore it. Someone was definitely in danger. But who was that at that time? At first I had ignored completely because I was not the type of a person to help anyone. My rule in life was one, nothing was for free from me. That meant, anything I did must have value to me. To get something from me, one should give something in return. Moreover, they could be rogues killing each other so why should I care?
But when I could smell the faint smell of lavender mixed with lemons, I immediately knew that there was someone special who was in danger. But with my stu
