Meera’s POV
There was a knock on the door as I lay pinned on the bed. I was glaring at Aryan, I can never lose to anyone.
He soon left my wrists and walked on to open the door. It seemed like one of the villagers was at the door talking about something to him.
“there’s been a problem”, spoke the trembling man.
" this village has never been exposed to the outside dangers yet, some how our men are being attacked by strangers coming from the outside”, he explained.
" I understand, I wish to talk to the village head myself”, spoke Aryan.
I don’t understand, why would that old bag believe him? We being outsiders ourselves would be the first on the suspect list. I don’t understand where this is going
Aryan close the door and grabbed his shirt.
" We’re leaving “, he said.
" are you crazy
