My Strong Secretary (Riansh ff)

Chapter 18

Riddhima

After hanging up with Elisa, a world war started, "How about I fire that friend along with you?" What do I do? I do not want her to lose her job because she tried to make me feel better. She is my only friend who truly knows about me fully.

Karthik, who is actually my brother, is known to this truth from, when like, since he was born. His first experience was when he tried to snatch my favorite toy when he was eight months. That did not end well.

That was when we discovered my power, before me this power was inherited by my grandpa who, now is dead. I was the one who cried the most, because I was extremely close to him, to that extent that I could choose him above my own parents.

Keeping Karthik a secret was my idea, even from Sir, because if he knew that he is my younger brother then he would have showered him with questions as to know who I am.

And honestly, even I want to know, because I want to end these powers and live a normal mortal life. Because of these powers, I simply cannot. I hate my powers, honestly, I hate myself.

Why was I destined to have these powers again? "To do good, my baby, Riddhu, always remember your power is not for you, it is for the people, your eccentric strength and you being a child prodigy belongs to people, it plays a role in maintaining peace. So that humanity lives as long as people live. Remember." This were his last words, I did not understand what he had said that time nor do I right now.

I tried shutting him up so that he could have more breaths, but alas, to no avail. I wailed for a day and fainted because I did not have anything that day. Because I was tensed that I will never be able to meet him. I was scared.

He was the only one who understood the feeling of being different, only he could relate to my disappointment, my frustration, my anger, my sadness, my hate. Only him.

Whenever I feel down, I take my album full of his and my moments and would sob, wishing and thinking, if he was here, all of this would have been so easy.

I could not touch anything carelessly or else it would end up broken. Whenever I broke something, my parents would not scold me, they would try to sympathize with me, but they never knew the feeling.

The feeling of being sympathized by someone. From my childhood till now, they have not scolded me. Whenever I used to see my friends getting scolded by their parents, I would feel that emptiness, I wanted my parents to do the same but they would never.

My grades were always excellent and I could never change it, so they never scolded me for studies. One time, I tried to sit in exam without reading the subject. That year was still the same, it was as if I could never get anything wrong.

I tried to defame myself by bullying others but I could not bring myself to bully anyone. I could not bring myself to lie. Just could not. Whenever I tried, I ended up helping the person instead. I do not understand, why am I so good?

Why can I not feel the guilt after breaking something? Sympathy replaced any such feeling. Why did it? Just why? Heaving a sigh, I locked eyes with him. He stopped immediately, sensing the weird way I was behaving.

But the next thing left me bewildered and baffled, "I will not fire her, I deserve whatever he said, yes I do." his eyes were wide, really wide, like it could fall of his sockets.

An unfamiliar emotion clouded his eyes, was it...guilt? Oh great one more person who is empathizing with me. No, it is not guilt, maybe... Fear...? How can that be? Why is he scared?

And did he just say that he deserved every single thing Elisa said?! What did he do? He, in fact, is a victim! Why does he seem so afraid?

I was beyond just baffled and I am sure it is displayed on my face as well because now, Sir looked confused. It seems like the emotion swirling through his eyes said 'What went wrong? Did I say something wrong?' the question seemed through cloud his eyes and his mind and his heart.

Yes, his breaths were rough must be his heart his beating fast as well. Why? Why is he scared? And most importantly, why do I have so many questions today? Probably because, a stranger is staying in the same roof as I am.

The thought creeps me out. I had second thoughts when I said it but this was important. I needed to keep him in front of me, safe and secure. That is my job now as his Secret Bodyguard. I need to ensure his safety.

I have no choice but to keep him in my home. It surely is uncomfortable for suddenly someone to stay with me, a complete stranger.

Right at that moment, the bell rang, breaking my train of thoughts, someone is at the door. Someone.

Wait, someone is at the door?! Oh no, I need to hide sir. Right now. I glanced at him, he was not shocked, almost unbothered, he forgot, but my anxious eyes met his and he realised.

He started to search for a place to hide. But was failing, both terribly and miserably. I thought hard and by now the door was ringing dangerously fast, like it was urgent or the person on the other side might end up breaking the door.

That was my job though, even a slight push and door will fall of its hinges. But that is not the situation. Anticipation settled between both of us. I looked around and my eyes stopped on the kitchen island that is almost near the door leading to the garden.

I am not sure who it is so I cannot take any chances. "There, the kitchen island, it is near the door leading to the garden, if anything goes wrong, escape from there." I said it quickly and shoved him towards the direction.

He was bewildered, but I could care less. I pointed there and he nodded immediately springing to action.

I fixed myself a bit, it is a habit and I cannot change it anymore. I forced a smile on my face, but made sure my eyes looked dull.

"Coming!" I shouted to the person outside. Sprinting to the door, I did not bother to have a look at who it was from the key hole.

Slightly opening the door for me, to people sounded like slamming their doors open or close.

"Sorry, but I got caught-" I was snubbed by the person at the door. "I swear I heard a male voice, who was here? Are you hiding something?" the familiar voice pushed me to look at the familiar male voice. I knew for a fact, that Karthik will not ask that question, heck he will not even dare to come here without informing me.

And, he did not. Looking up I met a pair of brown orbs, same face with a little stubble on his chain.

"Kabir?" I asked, baffled. What is this situation now?