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"You mean to say you can't recall anything about anybody or yourself but do know that your name is Tula and your favourite flower is Yellow Rose?" My doctor said lifting his brows up high and with an expression that yelled out, he does not believe me. Before I could even respond Mr. Arcane spoke, "Tula if this is all a joke and for your fun, I want you to know that we all are really tired and it's been real long, we need you back now, Little Rose."
I just can't understand what he said. Why would it be fun for me to act like I don't know anything about myself? Is it a play? It's my damned life! How long is life? I don't even know my age!! Mr. Arcane again came near me, took my hand and looked right into my eyes which was a bit intimidating and made a statement I so badly failed to understand. "I need you back My Yellow Rose."

Couldn't take this drama anymore!!
I spit out with sharp irritation.

"I am not YOURS! Why the hell you call me YOURS again and again? Stop it! Who the hell are you? And where in hell and heaven you actually need me back?" I showed my total disappointment to Mr. Arcane and turned to my doctor.

"Just answer a simple question. How did I end up here? How long have I been here?" Doctor shook his head slightly and looked up to Mr. Arcane saying, "I will need to do some tests to know the exact situation. Till then just make her rest and stay calm. Don't force her into anything Evan."

So now I know Mr. Arcane's actual first name is 'Evan'. But I really don't care what his name is!! "Tula you need to cooperate with us. I will see into your problem of vision and other things but please don't pull out any crazy stunt." My doctor was kinda much informal with me and I didn't understand why I would pull out any stunt that was too crazy but I replied though, "Okay doctor." This made him laugh, again I don't know why. "Please call me Brandon, Tula." Giving his call the answer I spoke again, "Okay Brandon."

Mr. Arcane - scratch that - now we know his name, 'Evan' placed a warm peck on my forehead and left quickly with Brandon. I just don't get what is with all this kissing me again and again on forehead. I am no kid. And why in hell would he kiss me so often? As much as I was irritated with Evan doing this to me my other half was leaning in his touch every time my body received it. It was really difficult for me to show my non acceptance to him because without my acknowledgement, I was always generating a desire to have Evan by my side and see his handsome face all the day long and just place myself in his warm, comfortable and very elegant embrace.

The rest of the day I was left alone and was served all I asked for. Also my room was changed and the new room was really very beatific. It looked like a 7 star hotel not a hospital. My lunch was on time. Nurses visited occasionally and there was this very sweet girl, called Mia. She looked like she was in her early twenties. They all made me do some exercises to relax my muscles and I even walked a bit today. Pain was now releasing me from its imprisonment slowly and gradually. But none of the nurses answered any questions I asked; instead they told me they had strict orders from Brandon not to disclose anything to me until all the tests are performed.

Soon by the end of the eve my free time was over. Evan walked in my room even without a knock which I find discourteous and rude. He doesn't care for my privacy. I had too many reasons to show my disapproval for his presence but my stupid self gave him the smile of the year. He returned the smile and let me tell you this smile can cause heart failure to anyone. Wrapped in blue casual tee and denim jeans with those messed up hairs and a smirk on his lips, Evan looks just too perfect to be complimented perfectly.

He came to me and again placed a kiss on my forehead then traced the outline of my face, tapping my nose with his first finger. He spoke those words once again, " How was your day my Yellow Rose?"

His eyes piercing right through my soul and his gaze locked me up immediately, he laid eyes on me. I was too lost to answer him. But my mind just couldn't let go of that one phrase, 'My Yellow Rose'. I pushed him back, like off course I couldn't push him but a gesture of my hands showed him I was demanding distance between us and he moved away. But the moment he was away from me myself betrayed me and a gloom made its way into my core. My heart ached for his closeness. I am now very sure I am losing my senses. And knowing the fact that he was still staring at me and waiting for me to open my mouth made me more nervous and shy and that redness took birth on my cheeks. How did he always manage to make me blush?

I looked down and spoke or shall I say whispered, "It was good. How was your day?" He sat down on the stool near my bed taking in the indirect message of mine that I don't want him too close to me. But to be true I wasn't sure. He started narrating me his day, it was all about work. And I came to know thay Evan is a very busy guy with too much work and also holds good authority, he is also very rich I guess. I lent my ear to his voice and when he was done he looked up to me expecting me to speak something.

When I didn't he spoke again, "Yellow Rose, I know how confused you are and how odd you find all these things but just know that you mean a lot to me. Actually you are my everything. Can you just accept my friendship?"

His words widened eyes in surprise but I could sense and feel the concern and sincerity in his voice. His facial expressions were nothing but honest. And his eyes showed too much of affection with hues of pain and a tint of fear. In hope that I would at least now speak and respond in affirmation, he took my hand in his hand. This moment of 'Manus In Mano' made my heart race like anything and everything fast existing on this planet. But I badly wanted to respond. So I did without an effort, "I don't know you but I don't know anything right now, I am a sailor of the ocean titled 'Life' who has lost the directions and a guide in the form of a friend will be something I will thank sincerely my mighty lord for."

An alluring smile was painted on his jaw muscles by my words. Rest of the evening we chatted about random things, like he showed me many colours and shades and asked to pick one and then named so many movies and I tried thinking if I have seen any of them. He also told me stories of two of his favourite movies. Then we talked about food a lot. Evan told me he cooks but limited dishes. Talking about food makes me hungry. And I don't know how Evan found out that but he stood up in a bit of time and smiled before leaving me with a short message. " I will get dinner real quick, just give me a minute."

Well Evan isn't that irritating now. Instead he is cute. He came back with dinner. Seeing two plates in his hand I knew that he was gonna eat with me and I really didn't mind that. He set the food, we prayed and began. He kept on looking at me again and again, but the dinner was quiet. We didn't speak much.

And I thought this was the end of the day. Maybe Evan will now leave shortly and I will go to rest. I was really tired. But before I could let this matter of the court take space in the room of Evan's invariable gaze at me, there was a knock on the door. This made Evan break through the gazing match. He allowed the person on the other side of the door to let in. This very beautiful lady who might be in her late twenties entered the room with a gift wrapped box in her hand.

Her entire frame was clad in beauty. She wore a knee length dress of a great shade of red, that matched her heels and her rosy pink lips with her perfectly done nails. She was the owner of a very perfect body figure. She didn't have too much makeup on. Yeah she had an austere beauty.

"Heya big brother! How're you doing?" Her very excited voice filled the room with a new light of life. Evan stood up and went to escort the lady from the door to the room. They shared a side hug. In a few minutes her eyes landed on me and her smile grew even wider. She walked like a respectable lady to my bed and imprisoned me in her tight hug which actually felt very affectionate. "I am so happy to see you Tula. Can't express my happiness. Have waited too long for this day. Here I brought you something special but don't open it until tomorrow morning." I took the gift box from her and placed it on the side table near my bed.

The coming moment was really awkward as she was expecting me to say something but I had no idea who this young lady was and what was supposed to be said to her in return. Still I tried, "Thank you so much for this gift and I will try to control my curiosity the best and not open it before tomorrow. May I know your good name?" I honestly tried to give her the best smile I could in awkward moments. Evan taking in my problem decided to introduce us. "Tula she is my younger sister Amelia, Amelia she is Tula." I shaped my lips in 'O' but didn't make the sound.

The expressions on her face changed too quickly but didn't go unnoticed by me. She was sad. But I don't know why. Yet she kept a smile on her face. A small quick talk took place here and there. She asked me about my health mostly and was kinda trying to point out my childhood again and again. Whenever she referred to my childhood Evan gave her a glare. What's up between these two?

"Little sista, I guess Tula should sleep now." Evan seemed eager to stop both of us talking. This was the fifth time he was trying to terminate our conversation. Amelia finally gave in and they both wished me night, I wished them the same in return. Evan kissed my forehead again and I was flushed in red once again and this time both of them chuckled. I don't know why but there was a voice inside me shouting and screaming to tell Evan to stay here and keep me kissing again and again and not only on my forehead but many more places. I rolled my eyes and shook my head hard to get this thought out of my mind.

Buried myself under those soft sheets. I then started thinking about myself. About the real me. Who I was before I slept on this hospital bed don't know for what time? What about my family? Did I have a sister like Evan has? Or did I have a brother like Amelia has? What about my parents? What comes after Tula? What is my last name? Or did I never have a last name? What was in that gift box? Shall I wait or open it? That sweet lady asked to open it tomorrow but I wanted to see what's in there. Well it's okay I will wait. Does Evan know me already? But then I don't know him. Should I tell Evan what effect he has on me? No!!! My mind screamed. Is he trustable? What do I know about him? Nothing!!!

With a chiliad of a few more questions like this I let my sweet moon spell me into a deep sleep.
Not knowing at all what tomorrow morning is having for me!

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Waiting for your response dear readers 🙃. Tell me all what you think of Tula and this another weirdo called Evan.