Chapter 14: Recognized

Returning to the hotel, I

heard people murmuring, swiveling their faces away from mine when I glanced at

them. Fear gripped my heart. Were they suspecting me already? And why are they

staring at Zeehan like that? Is it that obvious that Zeehan resembles Siddharth?

I collected my room key from the receptionist and hurried to my room, carrying

Zeehan in my arms. And the weirdo lady earlier. Why was she talking like a

priestess? Her tone almost made me quiver. It seemed she was seeing what was

going to happen in the next few days.

“Mummy?” Zeehan called as

we reached the room.

“Yes, baby,” I smiled.

“Are we still going to

see Aunt Hema?” he queried, sitting on the bed. Huh? Aunt Hema? What has she

done to my baby? Is she truly a witch? I have heard scary stories about Indian

witches or black magicians before. I just hope she isn’t manipulating my baby.

I sat with him, pulling him closer to me.

“Why do you ask, baby?” I

queried, trying to hide my surface-threatening fear.

“I want to see h