Power Of Blood: Darkness Never Leaves 13 Always Trust Your Instincts

Visha felt like she had swallowed a hundred needles and all of it got stuck in her throat. She could feel one almost coming out tearing her vocal cords apart. She coughed continuously to get it out. It p.r.i.c.ked every time she did. But finally she was somehow able to spit it out. Unlike she thought, it didn't get any better there was another one in her throat now. She remembered Shivam said that it will continue till she died. There was no point in trying to get this one out. There would be another one again. She gave up and started to lose consciousness. Visha looked really weak and was about to drop on the floor. Dhira held Visha before she fell.

"What did you do?" Dhira didn't hide her emotions this time. Her anger was clear and reasonable. She suspected it and her suspicion was confirmed when Visha said meekly, "I transferred it."

Dhira was about to blow up in rage but she bottled it down. She knew this was not the time. She gestured Shivam to hold Visha instead and took out a knife from her bag.

She made a cut on her palm and her blood started to ooze out. She balled it up in a fist and started chanting as she placed her other hand on Visha's forehead. Visha started to improve. She stopped coughing and Shivam helped her sit back up. She wiped off the blood from her lips. Her throat wasn't p.r.i.c.king anymore. The wounds still stung a little but it was far better than the pain before. Dhira hissed in pain as she opened up her bloodied fist full of needles. All those needles would have continued to come out of Visha's throat one by one. She threw them away and turned to Visha. Now that she wasn't dying from a spell anymore, Dhira could unleash her fury.

"What the f*ck were you thinking?" she yelled. Shivam had never seen Dhira so angry that she couldn't contain it. He feared this even more. No matter how extreme her emotions were. She never displays them. This was the first time he saw she was unable to do so.

Visha smiled innocently and scratched her head. "Shivam said that you know how to stop it. If it was happening to someone else you could've stopped it easily. I wasn't confident if I would be able to do any spells but like you said I memorized them all. I can't do high level magic like you, so I gave the transfer spell a try."

Dhira felt indebted to her. She had taken her suffering without a second thought and put all her trust in Dhira. She put herself on the line to save her. This girl was far too innocent and good for the world. Dhira sighed in helplessness. She decided to always protect Visha. She will give this girl what she deserved. The Blood Bond. She owed her that much. She then smiled and patted Visha's head.

"We should tend to both of your wounds." Shivam reminded.

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Visha was about to go to sleep when her phone buzzed and she picked it up. It was a message from Priya.

'I have the dress from Nitya. Meet me early morning tomorrow so you can try it on. Nitya will give it by tomorrow night after altering it.'

'Thanks. I will see you tomorrow. You are my life saver.' and then Visha added some heart emoticons. She was right to seek Priya's help. She will have her dress by tomorrow night. Her beauty was something she was the most confident in. She could definitely win now. She went to bed with a smile on her face and no worries. She slept like a log.

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Dhira hurried back to the mansion in the middle of the night. She had went blank for a while after Srisha told her that their Master was sick. He was more than just a mentor to her, he was like a father to the orphan girl Dhira. He was the only one she considered family. She pushed the doors open and rushed upstairs to his bedroom. He was lying on the bed and Srisha was standing beside him.

"What happened?" Dhira asked as she leaned over to get a better look. He looked so pale and weak. As if the life had been sucked out of him.

"He fainted. He has been working on something day and night since the last time you saw him. He won't tell anyone. He won't let anyone help either. He even told everyone to keep it a secret from you." Srisha was about to cry. The man she loved was lying on the bed lifeless. She had loved him with all her heart but he wouldn't even consider her. She had been trying to be with him for all these years. But he had refused her every time just for that woman. She had loved him unconditionally and he won't even look at her.

Dhira on the other hand couldn't comprehend what he might want to acquire. What was he trying to do so desperately? Last time, they had talked about Visha and her mother. Did that trigger this? She couldn't help but feel like these were connected. There was more to this than her Master let her know. Too many mysteries surrounded Visha, like how she couldn't do any spells before but she was successful today. Dhira was grateful. Visha had saved her life but this didn't make sense. Even though her origins seemed suspicious but Dhira's heart said she was trustworthy. And the first thing she learnt about being the coven leader was to always trust her instincts. And she will.

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