Power Of Blood: Darkness Never Leaves 17 Confidence

Visha was getting anxious with every second. Her make up was about to be completed and there was still no sign of Dhira. What will she get? What if it doesn't fit? What if she gets a colour that makes her look awful? What if she trips on stage cause she isn't confident enough? Her mind was run over by terrible thoughts one after the other.

Priya was standing by her side gritting her teeth. She had made the perfect plan to humiliate Visha. But some idiot tried to be smart and ruined everything. She looked around at all the partic.i.p.ants, it wasn't difficult to know who it was. That stupid b*tch, Divya. She had to be so d.a.m.n meddlesome. It must have definitely been her. Visha would have gone on stage wearing the dress and it would have fallen right off. Priya had undone the st.i.tches on the straps. If only Divya hadn't interfered with Priya's original plan, Visha would be transferring by the end of the week.

Visha got up after her make up was done, she picked up her phone and called Dhira but she declined. She must be on the way. Visha thought. All partic.i.p.ants had already left the backstage except her. She asked Priya to get her something to eat as she paced back and forth nervously. Priya nodded and left.

Just then Dhira entered with a bag in her hand. Visha was delighted to see her savior arrive. She rushed over and Dhira handed her the bag. She delicately opened the bag and saw Black feathers popping out. That was the colour she was least confident about.

"Black?"

"Beggars can't be choosers." Dhira said as a matter of fact. Visha sighed and went to change. She came out and Dhira was shocked to see her. She was carrying the dress perfectly as if it was made for her. It was a long bodycon dress and had feathers around the neck. Dhira gave a wicked smile as Visha came to her.

"Is it alright?" Visha was nervous and unsure.

"Visha you are a witch now. It's time to play the part. Confidence!" Dhira yelled.

Visha was startled by her at first. Dhira was quite loud and seemed angry. But later she smiled at that. Dhira wasn't someone who preferred small talk. She always got straight to the point. And that's why Visha trusted her a lot. But she still didn't have a matching footwear. She looked at Dhira helplessly and pointed at her white sandals. Dhira went out and saw a girl pa.s.sing by wearing black heels.

"You there. Follow me." the girl was shaken to the core in fear. She unwillingly followed her. Everyone was afraid of Dhira, so there was no way she would dare to defy her. Visha saw Dhira coming back with a terrified girl. Dhira turned back to the girl, "Exchange your footwear with her for now." Both Visha and the girl were shocked. When Dhira saw she didn't move, "Are you dumb?" she yelled. A shriek escaped the scared girl's throat as she hastily took of her heels and handed her to Visha. Visha removed her sandals and gave it to her with a smile. The girl awkwardly smiled back and left.

"Dhira, you're such a bully." she said as a joke. But Dhira looked offended. She turned to Visha and squinted her eyes.

"Who are you calling a bully, you ungrateful kid?"

Visha immediately apologised as she felt she had stepped over the line. She shouldn't have called her a bully after Dhira had just helped her. Dhira sighed in helplessness at that. She felt like Visha still had a lot to learn.

"Did you think what you said was right?" she asked calmly.

"Even though you were helping me but you did bully that girl." Visha looked away to avoid her gaze.

"Remember, don't ever apologize for doing something you thought was right." Dhira turned and left the backstage. She went outside and took a seat in the audience. Visha on the other hand understood what she meant. She did say 'Confidence' was must to be a witch.

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Divya walked on stage confidently. She was wearing a long white dress as her hair flowed down beautifully. The judges looked impressed by her. All the partic.i.p.ants that had walked before her were burnt in jealousy. The ones that were supposed to go after, already admitted defeat. Divya looked pleased by their reactions. All the three judges gave her nine out of ten. She had the highest score uptill now. Everyone was envious of her, Divya's smug face puffed up in arrogance. No one got a good score after her. The judges had already seen someone so good, their expectations had increased and no one was fulfilling it. But there was still the last contestant left. Divya was already decided as the winner by them. They unwillingly looked at the stage just to get it over with and announce Divya the top contestant.

Priya saw Visha walk onto the stage wearing a beautiful black dress among the audience. Her long legs were covered in the dress but it made them look even more appealing. As if hiding something made it more desirable. The dress hugged her curves perfectly. She looked fierce yet elegant and powerful. Her presence was too overbearing. She looked very different from before. She had a dark bewitching aura unlike her usual angelic appearance. As if she was someone to be looked up to, to be admired, to be worshipped. She was a walking figure of power itself. Everyone gasped as she walked up on stage. Her beauty and the confidence in black made her look like a predator out on a hunt. Divya gritt her teeth when she saw that Visha had made it to the stage. She had asked her minions to cutup her entire dress but she somehow managed another one. This stubborn b*tch walking as if she owns the world, flaunting her vulgar body. She will definitely make her pay. Divya thought. Priya noticed it from the audience. Maybe she could have an accomplice who hated that shameless wench as much as she did. If they worked together, they can make Visha run with her tail between her legs.

What none of them noticed was the smile that didn't leave Dhira's lips. She was satisfied by the person this student was turning out to be. The judges were spellbound by Visha's confidence and beauty. They gave full scores to her. She definitely deserved it.

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