What did I get myself into?

I didn't sign the deal of being kidnapped and attacked, both the same day.

I try to look at my left side without moving my head, a dagger lodged right into the wall, a small piece of the fabric of my dupatta clutched in with it.

As much as I doubt this man, if not for him, that piece of dupatta would have been my head.

The moment the dagger went swoosh near him, he pressed his hand more tightly against my mouth, hoping I wouldn't scream.

Scream? I barely am standing right now.

As much as I want to faint right now, I can simply not. Because if I do, he'll have to handle me, and then eventually, we'll be discovered.

And from the way we ran, they weren't exactly his fans.

All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and clutch his shoulders tightly to stop myself from doing something stupid.

"I told you no one was there, it is such a small place. How can they hide in here? They are two, not one." A thick voice said, one of the minions.

"Hmm. Let's see ahead. Look, that corner seems to be spacious. They must have fleen through that way." Another voice said and we heard racing footsteps, only this time, away from us.

I allow my eyes to open, then look at those eyes directly infront of me.

After what feels like an eternity of being in the same position, - though it is only five minutes - I raise my eyebrow a little, just enough for it to be noticed.

He seems to flinch at that, I wonder why.

Then he closed his eyes and opens them, after what I know is 'sensing them'.

He nods in confirmation and removes his hand from over my mouth.

I am about to throw questions and questions toward him when he gestures with his eyes towards the situation we are in.

I huff but say nothing and proceed to detangle is from this sheet of cover.

It's long and now, troubling. In no time, we fighting with each other, and further entangling us in it.

I throw my hands around, he throws his hands around.

He throws his legs around sometimes, I throw my legs around sometime.

At last, when I had enough, I slam my hand on his chest and he stands shocked, unmoving against the wall.

Hah! Found the way to shut you up.

Taking a long breath and releasing it, I start to detangle us.

Our fight had made this far worse, I could tell.

Within minutes, we were out and I push aside the extra layer of curtain that covered the small space.

The curtain fell after the smaller cloth - the one which fell - hence, making the small space look like just a small space and not a hiding place.

More than the cloth which fell over us, the cloth, or should I say curtain, which covered the space, protected us.

Had these two clothes been a human, I would have hugged them so tight, they'd feel suffocated. But since they are not, I keep the torn fabric beside us and look at him.

A chuckle escapes me when I look at him, he looks like a kid right now.

He jolts out of whatever thought he was having when heard me.

"What is my arrow doing with you?"

Sanskrit again.

So it's him too.

As soon as those words entered my ear, my smile vanished.

But he did talk to me.

Two times!

Correction. Tried. He tried to talk you.

But those goons didn't let him say anything, both times.

I stress my mind, then shut up the voice as I remember him talking before we ran, he did tried to talk to me in Sanskrit but couldn't say it properly because he started leaving just then, probably seeing those goons.

And for some time, him talking to me in Sanskrit slipped out of my mind, because of the fear I felt.

I tie my dupatta around my mouth so that he doesn't see my face, not even a little.

I can't hide my eyes though, he's already seen them. Not like he can tell just by seeing my eyes, but still, it gives me a sense of insecurity.

I am actually speechless, I thought that maybe he was also one of the people who was kidnapped.

But then, I thought he was someone who wanted to get out of here too, that is why I didn't run away from him.

"You all Sanskrit speaking people, go get damned." I feel anger rising up within me, mixing with fear.

"Sharam nahi aati? Jis bhasha se apni matrabhasha aayi, usi ka kidnapping jese bure kaam karte hue istemaal kar rhe ho." I almost scream at him.

Author pov

"Now, don't you dare speak in Sanskrit, or mention Mehrangarh." Saanvi said.

Abhiraj knew she felt angry, but so was he.

After all, she had stolen his arrow and touched him, no sorry, shoved him without his permission.

But when she almost yelled at him speaking in some language not known to him, and then mentioning Sanskrit and Mehrangarh, he grew confused.

Not to mention, the accusing tone she was using.

"Have you gone mad with the shock of being attacked? What language are you speaking? Speak properly." He says, almost calm.

Her mind was in a fumble, unable to understand his vocabulary, she frowned while trying to concentrate.

At last, she pinches herself, but he couldn't see it.

The pain of the pinch stops the crashing of thoughts momentarily, and she is able to take his words in.

She doesn't understand him fully of course, but she still concentrates.

Meanwhile he, just watches her eyebrows knit together thinking, he wondered what she was thinking about with so much concentration.

He is just about to open his mouth again when the cloth-made-mask on his mouth suddenly starts to fall, he catched it just in time though.

But turns around to secure it more tightly so it doesn't fall again but when he turns around again after fixing it, she's gone.

His eyes widen, why, he doesn't know. Or he doesn't have the time to think.

He runs forward and turns corners, hoping to see her, needing answers and, that arrow.

Oh shit, that arrow. She took it with her. Now, how am I supposed to get it back. I'll probably never meet her again in this big kingdom.

He thinks, but little does he know, fate has other plans.