All Chapters of Caged In his Paradise : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next day ...... Winter (Petal) titled her head hearing heavy sigh . Her eyes fluttered to the bright rays . She tried to get up . Her one arm 's elbow supporting her body weight . Her upper body scooted on the bed . Her blue ocean like eyes stared blankly at the man's back who sat on the edge of the bed . Her lips inadvertently bowed in a smile as she remembered yesterday's event . She was happy that finally he was accepting their relationship like a husband . Magnus held his hairs in his other palm . He was sitting stiff facing the other side . A mischievous idea crashed her mind . She chortle inaudibly . She slowly ran her finger tip on his hollow back as a result shiver ran down his spine ;" good morning Magnus " she giggled . He sidefaced her to get her glimpse . He abruptly stood up from sitting . Her brows furrowed . She was sitting bewildered . He ran his fingers through his hairs . He started sweating;" look Petal.... i think you should go back your room " he uttered .

He strictly said her to visit the doctor . His words were authoritative and precautionary . Those who tried to overstep his words were punished . The history was itself a witness . She was aware of his order as well and she wasn't an exemption .However, another reason to obey him was those horrorful nightmares and distress she was experiencing . She desperately wanted to regain her memory . Everything seems a mystry to her . An unsolved mystry which needed to be solve . She don't know what's lie ! and what's truth ! . A person without their memory is a living corpse . She find it imperative to consult the doctor . It was 12 pm and she was getting ready for the appointment as told by him . Jacob was going to pick her up . She has met Jacob only one time that too in hospital. She has heard him many times talking to Jacob in calls . Jacob was his secretary is what she thought to herself . Soon she heard the knock on her door . She titled her head to throw a glance . It was Clara .

I hold it true, whate'er befall;I feel it when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Few days passed . My days were spent idling in the Mansion . It provide nothing to entertain . Clara was even busy with her works so I didn't bother her much . She make sure all my demand and request were fulfilled . It was her duty indeed . I plastered a sour smile on my face in assurance that I am fine but my soul felt Caged . I felt lone and bored . I didn't see him much . He was busy in work . He didn't approached me directly . Clara provide me what her master's asked me to do . She was frightened to him like hell but still she never skipped a chance to sing praising of him . She told me he took the responsibility to educate her daughter. She felt touched by his kindness . Only if he was this good to me . It was already afternoon . I was strolling back in the corridor after th

I sighed . As I turned in my bed . I moved my arms and legs reluctantly . My long tangles were scattered on the bed . My mind feel calm as If I slept for too long . I sat up on the bed and bind my arms above my head and twisted my head . I heard my nerves cracking . I felt relaxed . I opened my half closed eyes . I looked dazed . My brows furrowed as I looked at my ambience . I saw a thick quilt covering me from stomach . I looked at my room in daze . I remembered I was in library reading a book . Who brought me here My stomach growled causing my attention . Look like someone is hungry . A sly smile spread on my lips . I tugged aside the quilt . After arranging my bed . I quickly sauntered down the staircase. I directly made my way towards the kitchen . It was almost night . I didn't expect me to sleep this much . However I was still curious who brought me to my room . May be any of the servant has done it . I entered the kitchen room . I didn't expected but Clara wa

" you still lives in the silences .... Between my thoughts "The night it was raining hard . The water droplets were dripping down the window panel with a pitter patter sound . The whole dark sky was lightened with the clouds roaring . The thundering was producing a striking ghostly effect on the sky . It was both frightening and soothing . The wind blows produces aeolian sound on the windows scaring the shadows themselves . For one who loves rains . The nature's water shower and thundering of the clouds brings so much serenity and peace . But it is not peaceful for all . Not serene for all . One who frown upon the weather . It is the most dangerous and scariest atmosphere for them . One who were scared of those dark shadows prayed to not be alone in such swallowing atmosphere . Those who were afraid of darkness needed somebody closer with them to overcome with their fear . Supporting each other . Speaking soft words to them until the fatal weather passes and the oozes of morni