This book is under major editing. Read the refined version, called She stole my Knight.
Roshni, her name meant light. Yet she was considered as darkness. Except for one person. What will happen to Roshni, when the only person who loves her uncondit...
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Dark reception. Gleams of light coming from somewhere perhaps from a dull tube-light located at the end of the hallway. Heavy greek accent, loud voice belonging to a man, somebody spoke. Sounds of flickering, a bright tube-light above our heads shone, illuminating the area in a white glow.
"Geia sas, pou boró na sas voithíso" Hazel eyes, white hair. A man dressed in simple clothes, greeted us with a smile and went behind the receptionist's desk.
"Échete diathésima domátia" Bhai said, making Niharika and I look at each other in astonishment till it hit me he can converse in Greek and I know it.
"Shall we sit there?" I pointed at a small two seater couch kept in a corner.
"Sure." Niharika breathed out, "I am just way too tired." She plopped on the grey couch. Honey brown eyes scanning the area around, widening and then narrowing at a trash can placed next to the reception desk with garbage overflowing through it. I could see my brother's rolling his eyes at the same.
We sat quietly, we could hear bhai and the receptionist's conversation however neither of us could understand them. We waited and waited. Black glinting shoes contrasting to the sombre white floor, I raised my neck up. My eyes meeting with an indifferent eyes of bhai.
"The room is on first floor." Hands dipped in pockets, bhai said casually. "This way." He led us to the cold hardly lit hallway. Few doors had light coming from the bottom of gaps. Few doors were locked. We ascended a few stairs, passes a few room, bhai pointed at one. He inserted the key, twisted it. With a creak the brown door opened. He clicked opened the lights.
"The hell!" He ran a furious hand to his hair. "What is with this hellhole?" Perhaps he indicated to the pale yellow painted walls with an abstract painting hung on it not at all complementing it. Or perhaps it was for cramped couch with a small table in front of it and a single bed with a dull white bed sheet draped on it.
"It's okay Mr Singhania, it's just a single night." Niharika placed her purse on the sole table in the room. "I think we can manage."
"My sister can't adjust in such crappy room!" Bhai shifted his gaze at me, "she isn't used to such environment."
Niharika was quiet. For a moment she looked at me, soon her sight was somewhere else.
"No bhai." I realised, I should be taking now, "the room is alright." Though it wasn't but then again it was just a night, enough to be adjusted.
"I think, I will go and cast a round for some other hotel."
"No!" Niharika and I said in unison, our heads snapping at each other- at the coincidence.
"I mean, it's late and unsafe you shouldn't go, Mr Singhania." She clarified.
I nodded, "yes bhai, it's really late."
"It's late, so what?" Bhai raised a brow, "I will get John to guard outside the room."
"Bhai-" I walked after him, clasping his forearm into my palms, "nahi jaayin nah bahar andhera hai." My voice was a mere whisper. I didn't want him to go, it was late. It was dark. Unsafe and unneeded.
