[MG FF] The Sunshine- Update pg 134 - Page 10

She yawned hugely as she woke up. It was her habit of waking up along with the birds, as soon as the sun rose. Smriti had given her very good manners and had taught her good habits lest she should become like her father who was an evil man and not to mention, very much lazy! He slept late into the night and got up when the sun was over his head. Humph!

As soon as she came out of her sleeping trance, she remembered that the little boy needed her help. She had seen that servant hand over the keys to her bauji last night and she could figure out which key belonged to the door when she examined it closely. She had to do it now. It was the perfect time because her father would still be sleeping and due to his over drinking habit he wouldn't be out of the hangover to think clearly and more over, she knew what his weak point was. My bauji's weakness is me... she thought as she grinned mischievously. Her mother had filled her in with everything before she came here. Even though Mohan Handa was a cruel man, he could never tell no to his daughter because a damn soothsayer had predicted that his daughter was very lucky to him. Poor him!

She quickly got dressed in a white skirt and a pink top and braided her hair into two plaits. She smiled looking at herself in the mirror before wearing her white shoes and coming out of her room. She slowly went to her father's room, where she was blocked by the servant who said 'malik so rahe hai...choti malkin aap baad mein aajayiyega'

She narrowed her eyes before saying 'mujhe apne bauji ke paas sona hai...unhone mujhe kal raat hi batayata ki mujhe koi nahi rokhega...main jab chahe apne bauji ke paas ja sakti hoon...agar tumne mujhe andar nahi choda toh main bauji ko complain kardoongi aur woh tumhe zaroor marenge...'

The servant got scared and he opened the door. Geet entered in with a smirk and went and shook her bauji. He opened one bleary eye and glanced at her. She smiled and said 'bauji...good morning...I am going to explore the palace ... I need the keys ... Savitha di is standing outside and she will take care of me. Can I have the keys please... ?'

Mohan was lost in his head ache and he couldn't comprehend what Geet was saying. He simply nodded his head and slept again. Geet slowly went to the cabinet and unlocked it with the key she taken from under her bauji's pillow. She took the whole bunch of keys present and hid it in her scarf before walking out of the room and smiling at the servant. He was a muddle head to notice anything strange and Geet escaped from him and ran to her room. Once in her room, she carefully planned what she had to do. She had 4 hours now before her father would wake up but she couldn't risk because she couldn't trust him and his sleeping habits at all. She shrewdly planned her endeavor, grabbed her pocket torch and went out of the room. Strangely, she knew the way to the room of the little boy and very quietly she came to the part of castle which connected his room. The room and passage were unguarded. Hmm! A big flaw! Geet thought...something seemed really fishy. But she took a chance and went to the room and examined the lock. It was a big old fashioned lock with probably a brass key. The whole key bunches had only one brass key so it was pretty obvious. She put the key inside the lock and turned it, making sure that no one was watching her. She entered the hall, closed the door from inside and went to the door connecting the passage to the room. She ran through the passage and arrived at the door breathlessly. She closed her eyes before taking a deep breath and opened the lock with a bronze key and entered the room, lighting it with her torch.

What she saw inside made her stomach contract in distress and disgust. The whole room was filled with a strong stench, so strong that it was difficult to breathe in there and the boy was cuddled on the floor that was covered in litter, hugging his legs with no bed sheets or pillows or anything to help him deal with the cold. The granite was freezing and he was shivering uncontrollably. She could see fresh bruises over dry ones on his hands and legs and even on his face. He had eyes tightly closed and was whimpering in his sleep. Geet felt really bad...he was so adorable and yet beaten so much...mumma was right...her father was indeed heartless. She kept the torch on the floor and slowly approached him and laid a hand on his shoulder. The boy cringed at her touch and scuttled away closer to the wall. He whimpered again 'maa...pappa...maa...maa...maa...' Geet felt tears falling down her cheeks. She approached him again and touched his shoulder. The boy shivered and opened his eyes. Geet saw the most beautiful pair of eyes. It was blue green in colour and had a strange intensity and feel of ocean oozing out of it. But it was blank. There was nothing in his eyes at all. No happiness or no sadness, no joy or no terror...it was wiped of all emotions. But Geet could understand what he was going through. She smiled at him. The boy who didn't show any emotion until then suddenly cringed. His blank look was replaced by terror. He was constantly staring at her eyes and then he let out a high pitched scream. Geet was startled. This boy was acting odd. She tried to calm him but he went on screaming. Geet got scared. If someone heard him then she is going to get caught. She turned her heels and ran away from the room, locking it, leaving the boy screaming. She was terrified. She came to her room and locked herself in. This was something very much serious and needed a different type of solution.