Power Of Blood: Darkness Never Leaves 11 She Deserves Be My Woman

"Visha was drugged and that person seems quite smart." Dhira announced. Shivam smiled at this. The girl with zero EQ and a cold demoness aura finally made a friend. She already considered Visha as one of them. Lucky her, to have the next heir worry like that. Shivam thought.

"She has veen attacked once already by that poster incident. Then they chose this time to avoid suspicion, so they could use the compet.i.tors as cover." Dhira continued unaware of the smile covering Shivam's face. "Keep an eye on that Priya girl. I don't trust her. She was the common one in both incidents. Visha didn't even know Divya before the compet.i.tion. It is possible these were two different people. So look out for Divya and her b*tches too." Shivam nodded at her instructions. Dhira would have continued but was interrupted by Visha. Her work onstage was now done so she had come to find Dhira. She came in and both Shivam and Dhira fell silent.

"Thank you for helping me. I didn't know if you would in such short notice." Visha smiled awkwardly. Dhira wasn't someone she knew but she felt like she could trust her. And she even owed Dhira for everything today. Dhira nodded at her, "Visha, I already see you as one of us. You don't need to thank me. And if you really feel indebted then join us. That's what I want, but i can't force you. It's just a suggestion."

"I'm glad you think that way. But I really don't think I'm one of you. I tried but I couldn't do any spells. That's why I thought that it wasn't true. And wanted to reject you for your offer. But now I don't know anymore." Visha shrugged her shoulders helplessly. Shivam looked at her in shock. But it couldn't be, she was the daughter of a witch. She must be one of us.

"It might take a little time, don't worry. Just try to remember them for now and keep practicing." Dhira smiled at her and Visha instantly cheered up. She was now filled with enthusiasm as she walked out. Maybe she was overthinking, just like Dhira said it might take time. She left with a new-found determination. Shivam turned to Dhira as soon as the door closed.

"What did you mean by take time? Either she is a witch or she's not. It's simple." Shivam whined. He wouldn't dare yell at Dhira even if her response infuriated him.

"There is something different about her. She is not a normal witch for sure. I needed more time to investigate her. Tha one thing I am sure of is, she's not a bad person. I need to find the truth." Dhira turned and left leaving Shivam dumbfounded. Dhira was determined, she wouldn't rest till she did.

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Visha entered rushed downstairs as soon as she heard the front door open. She flung herself in her mother's arms. Payal was not expecting this sudden display of affection. She held her daughter and could sense her immense joy.

"What's the good news?" she asked.

"I cleared to the next round with the highest scores in quiz today." Visha answered chirpily. Payal then came inside to see a feast waiting for her on the dining table. She then washed up and sat down. Visha waited for her and they both started together. She had won against all odds today. This called for a celebration. Dhira was the one to thank for it. If she hadn't reached in time, Visha couldn't have faceslapped Divya and her disciples. She still remembered when Divya gritted her teeth and almost cried when Visha was announced as the top scorer. That feeling was incredible. Dhira was really right, people will walk over her if she let them. But now that she will be a witch soon she can have her revenge very easily. Then flies like Divya won't matter at all. She couldn't wait to be one so she rushed upstairs right after her dinner. And opened up the book Dhira had given her. She will memorize them all. She wanted to be a witch asap.

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Yash stood outside the gates of a huge group of buildings. So this is where humans study. He thought. The scent was coming from here, he followed it here. It didn't instantly vanish like it did last time. That's why he could follow it here. He was thankful for that. Vir closely followed his Master. He could barely keep up with his speed. But this power had scared him. Whoever it was not only could challenge the throne, but even had a chance to succed it as well. Especially in the plaxe he called home, where power decided status. Maybe that was why his Master was this determined to find it's source. Could he be thinking the same?

Vir finally caught up and saw Yash staring at the iron gates in front of him. The scent was coming from here but it wasn't as strong as before. The blood was drying out. They will have to hurry. What if they loose it again?

Yash saw Vir had caught up so he started moving again. He went inside the empty building and followed the blood. The scent was the most powerful near a door that had a sign on it. But Yash didn't know what it meant. He waited for Vir to catch up again. Vir panted as he reached by his side. Yash looked at him and pointed to the door. Vir was taken aback by this gesture. His Master looked like a kid that was anxiously waiting for his parents to but his favourite toy. The one who silently pointed to it as he refused to move. He is surprised sometimes, how can he be the most powerful one he knew be so clueless sometimes. He was brought back to his senses when his Master's dumb look changed into a piercing glare. He nodded and went to see the sign. It said 'She'.

"Uhh... Master this is where human females go to relieve themselves." Vir said awkwardly.

Yash pushed open the door and stood near the basin. It had a long mirror above it that covered half of the wall from one end to the other. He then crouched near the floor and touched a red spot. It was already dry. So this blood was of a woman. He smiled at this thought. If there was a woman with that much power, then she should be his. He stood up to look at his reflection. He was smiling as he turned to the dumbfounded Vir,

"Someone this powerful is the only one I want as my woman." Yash announced. Vir stood there unable to move as if he was struck by lightning.

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