Chapter 88: chapter 88

MADHAVI take a deep breath and recite the words that I have been planning to confess to Sruthi. After some contemplation, I have decided to confess my feelings to her tonight. They say good things shouldn't be postponed. I look in the mirror and see that my skin is no longer red from the allergy. As I thought, the plan to return to the hotel worked but I feel guilty like hell. The concern and worry on Sruthi's face are still fresh in my mind. I walk around our room trying to gather my thoughts. I made Sruthi go on a tour of this resort. I am sure she is preoccupied somewhere and wouldn't return to the room for another hour or two. I need to find something that might give me a clue about the ship that is going to go to the Dehithill. As of now, 32 ships are set to go on shore on Wednesday. Out of that one contains the people who are going to be illegally sold. Things would have been easy if this wasn't a covert operation. Missions done in secrecy and away from the public eye are the toughest of all because you have to do things in a manner that wouldn't raise suspicions. At the same time, the natural order of things shouldn't be distributed.I take a deep breath and make up my mind. That is it! I am going quickly sneak into Gokul's room and find a clue regarding the ship. I will tell Vikram about it and then I am done with the mission. Vikram will take care of the other things. My main job is to keep an eye on Gokul and report anything that might aid in this mission. And tonight, I will confess to Sruthi about how I feel.With a grin, I open the wardrobe. Just as I requested, a bag containing the resort's cleaner dress appeared out of nowhere. I am always dumbfounded by Vikram's influence. That guy has more spies than the strands of hair I have in my head. No matter where I am or what I am doing, if I put out a request to him about something I need for the mission, he would have it sent to me in minutes.I quickly change into the cleaner's clothes. I search the black bag to find a piece of paper neatly folded. I open it to find gibberish on it. My trained brain decrypts the gibberish message. «Cleaning cart. Fifth-floor store room. Passcode. H@ppy$tay»I adjust the mask on my face along with the cap that comes with the cleaner's uniform. Now, all I have to do is to avoid running into Sruthi. It won't be a big deal since she texted me a few minutes ago about how she had found an amazing library filled with children's stories. I am sure that would keep her preoccupied for some time.❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥I reach the fifth-floor corridor. I hunch my shoulders and tread slowly towards the store room. Gokul had rented two rooms in this resort. Both in the fifth floor. Room number fifty-seven is reserved for him and his wife. The other room sixty is reserved for his use. I am going to enter the latter room as a room service person and search it for clues.My trained ears pick up the sound of a room door opening as before I hear the voice.“Excuse me?” a familiar feminine voice calls me. Please don't let it be her. Now is not the time to get caught. I adjust the cap on my head and turn to the person calling me and Damn it! Of all the people I should run into, it should be Sruthi.She frowns looking at me. Don't tell me that she recognises me. One of the reasons why I am a successful assassin is because I am best at wearing disguises. I hope that is the case this time too.“Yass Madam,” I say in a different accent. I speak like a native of the Boiren Mountains.“Can you come in for a moment and clean the juice I spilt on the floor? The reception is not answering.”“Okie, Madam,” I reply and note the number on the door behind her. It is fifty-seven. What is she doing in this room? Oh right! She must have come here to meet Rahini. “Will be back with cleaning things.”I walk quickly to the store room and enter the password. The door opens and I get in to pick up the things I require.The door to the room fifty-seven is closed. I knock on it and a few seconds later, it is opened by Sruthi. I try to avoid looking at her directly. For some reason, I am afraid that she would find me in this disguise. I clutch the mop in a dearth grip as I mask my voice to a different tone and accent, “Where?”“There,” Sruthi points near the window where a whole lot of juice is on the floor.I take the bucket and mop to the spot. Ragini is sitting on the bed and watching us. Her green hair is in a messy bun. Sruthi joins her on the bed. I had no idea Rahini and Sruthi were close. “Where did I leave?” Sruthi asks returning to the conversation they were having before I interrupted them. I dip the mop into the bucket filled with water and start moping the floor. I shouldn't be here. I should have sent someone else to do this job and went on to enter the sixty room but I want to take a glimpse of the room Gokul shares with his wife. Sometimes, people tend to hide things where we least expect them to be. Yes! Tell that excuse to yourself, Madhav! Agree, you wanted to see what Sruthi is doing with Ragini.“You were telling, ‘The reason why I married him was all political’,” says Rahini invoking my interest in their conversation.“Oh yes,” continues Sruthi. “The only reason I married him was because of the dire circumstances. In other words, there is no way he would have had the chance to stand next to me. I just need to wait for a few months. Once I have an heir, I will discard him.”“So, you don't love him?”“Love?” Sruthi's voice is cold, “I can never fall for that criminal.”The mop I have in my hand clatters to the floor and I stand frozen to the ground. What the hell am I hearing? Why did I have to hear this stuff? Isn't it obvious about whom she is talking about? Me! There is no one else that Sruthi married for a political reason. And she needs an heir for her brother's position. Memories flash in my mind after we started to stay in Vikram's mansion. She was the one who initiated the moves. I thought she was doing things like snuggling closer to me because she likes me but it was all for an heir.“Are you okay?” her voice sounds in mind. Nope, not in my mind. She is asking me from the bed if I am okay because the mop is on the floor and I am standing like I have seen a ghost.“I am not,” I say in a neutral voice and hurriedly walk out of the room. “Someone else will come to clean this.”Screw the confession! She doesn't even see me as a human. How would she love me? I don't want to see the disgust and hatred on her face when I confess. I would rather die than face that kind of humiliation.❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥