Melokuhle



My head throbbed as I slowly regained consciousness. My throat felt parched, and my heart raced in panic as I realised the gravity of the situation.

I am bound to a chair with thick ropes, held captive by someone I thought I knew.

“Finally awake, huh?” a familiar voice echoed in the room, and I raised my head to see Zandile standing at the doorway. Confusion clouded my mind, trying to piece together why she would do this to me.

Zandile approached me, offering water to quench my dry throat. I took the water gratefully, even though it felt like a small comfort in the midst of the chaos.

“Hi,” she said casually, almost as if this were an ordinary conversation, but there isn’t anything casual about this situation right here. “I’m sorry I did this to you.”

My heart clenched with fear and uncertainty. “Why are you doing this?” I managed to ask, my voice trembling.

“All I want is Melusi,” she replied with a mix of desperation and determination in her eyes. “He’s supposed to be mine.”

“Take him,” I said, trying to maintain my composure. “You can have him.”

Zandile let out a sigh, her emotions fluctuating. “Oh, I will,” she murmured, pacing back and forth as if wrestling with her thoughts. “But the problem is, he won’t let you go. He won’t choose me over you.”

Zandile’s eyes glinted with a mix of anger and desperation when she turned to face me. “He will be mine,” she said with fierce determination. “I’ll make sure of it.” Her words sent shivers down my spine, and I knew that my ordeal was far from over.