𝕴𝖘𝖍𝖖𝖇𝖆𝖆𝖟: 𝓔𝓷𝓶𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓟𝔂𝓪𝓪𝓻

~Secret Feeling~

Friday Night With Zainab~

Zainab sat down finishing off some pending homework and multitasked with helping Sahil do his arts and crafts project. Zainab kept writing the wrong things on her maths homework. Sahil looked over to her work whilst trying to glue a paper made, flower piece together.

Sahil: Zainab didi, why are you writing a name on your maths work?

Zainab: huh, what? *looks down at her work, her pen stopped writing*

She saw a beautiful name written all over the maths page. It overlapped equations and closely written at the top of the page near her own name. It was Rajveer's name!

Zainab: ugh, i don't know Sahil, why do i keep writing RSO's name?

Sahil: RSO?

Zainab: Rude Singh Oberoi aka Rajveer! Bro his name is all over my work now i need to reprint this!

Sahil: *giggles* didi, you know what close your eyes *Zainab closed her eyes* and clear your mind!

Sahil: do you see anyone?

Zainab remembered what happened with Rajveer a couple days ago. How he saved her from almost getting a current from the water in the Oberoi's mansion. She kept seeing the popups of his face. She opened hey eyes startled.

Zainab: Sahil what kind of advice was that? i just kept seeing Rajveer's face, he's in my head, in my writing and now he's at the top of my mind!

Sahil: i thought it would work, it's how i imagine my Pinky!

Zainab: still can't believe your 10 and have a girlfriend that's lasted way longer then my previous relationships.

Sahil: i finally beat you at something didi!

Zainab: chal, go to bed, tomorrow i'm taking you for Chintu's birthday party!

Sahil: oh yeah i forgot! *grabs his crutch and goes to his room*

Zainab still thought about Rajveer and why he is constantly in her head. Zainab went to the storage room which inside was many old books, photographs, letters and more. Past an old wooden bookshelf Zainab saw a large frame partly covered in a grey bedsheet. 

Zainab: chachi must have put this here, i wonder if its the family portrait, i might finally see my father's face, i still remember that night, the one where my mother passed and my father reported absent the following month, where is he? is he even alive? why did he leave me and my brothers? what did he look like? i have all these questions and not one answer, maybe i can see his face through the family albums but they're always locked in a safe with chachi. Hmm??

Zainab pulled down the bedsheet finally seeing the portrait. She pulled the portrait closer to see the faces. She could see her chachi, her deceased chachu, her mother from other pictures and there was one more but its sketched out. 

Like someone used something sharp to poke through the face. One of the corners pealed out, frozen in the position, Zainab couldn't make it out if it was the background or something else.

She put the portrait back in its place but it couldn't hook on. She saw the back of it, and opened the frame a little. She pulled out something, it felt like paper. Zainab put the portrait down and opened the paper. 

'It's a letter, it mention's my mother's name but its all written in Sanskrit, i can't make it out, so i should probably start listening in Sanskrit class, the letter ended in the initials, KK.'