My Strong Secretary (Riansh ff)

Chapter 22

Riddhima

I knew something was wrong. Something did not seem right. I knew my gut instincts could never be wrong. I felt it. I really did. That was why I woke up three in the morning.

I raised an eye brow at Vansh who was nibbling down a bowl of noodles. I had already guessed the situation here. He is a fitness and clean freak, I should have known he was stubborn. But, if he checked properly, there was a Maggie which was actually healthy.

Atta noodles. He probably did not check. And that is not my issue. I was tensed, my guts are never wrong. Something is going to happen.

I gulped down chilled water from the refrigerator and went back trying to catch some sleep, at the least, a bit. I just could not. I stood up, something is not right.

I decided to check up on Mr. Perfectionist, maybe that is the reason I am on edge. I should go and make sure he is safe.

Before I could enter, I saw a silhouette nearing the curtains, its him! Why is he pulling the curtains? It would-someone is staring!

I caught wind of the situation. Someone was there, he felt it, and was about to check, if he did than the stalker would have been alerted. Ok, that guy is loco.

I, immediately moved to action and pulled him back from the naked eye, so whoever is watching, gets confused or does not notices.

"Make a sound and you invite your death, Sir." I stated, not wanting his uncooperative behavior in the way. I sighed in relief. I caught him on time, my eyes hard as stone, I need to. He turned to me and I saw the seriousness, a bit of fear and responsibility in his eyes.

I need to ensure his safety if I have taken the responsibility, I need to take it seriously. Make him safe. I need to do something. Where do I move him, where he does have privacy and safety?

"Don't make a move, I am shifting you to my room that has no such type of spying issues, I am going to sleep here and do not ask any questions. This is for your safety!" I made a decision.

I know that it will be probably disastrous, but I am left with no choice. He nodded, his body was stiff. I moved back and threw him out of the room, motioning for him to go away from here and to my room.

The room door was open from when I entered but I did not close it, guess it worked for me being clumsy. I neared the way curtain and pulled it open by the hem in a quick motion.

Surely, there was someone. But he or maybe she, immediately took off. No use following, guessing I am inside and it is outside. I will not be able to catch up to the person. However I can check the CCTV, I planted outside my house to check.

Ok, but that is for tomorrow, I am going to sleep and take rest. That is all I will do for now. Tomorrow, let's see who this person is.

I would have gone to take rest, if had I not heard, something shattering into pieces in my room. What happened?!

I tiptoed to my room, my room is not exactly a girl's best one, I like stuff that are more manly, more boyish. Motorbikes, vans and a lot more. What did that guy break?

I swear, if it is what I am thinking, I am going to throw him out the house, kicking him in his nuts. And, I will not regret it a tad bit.

My room was, a plain white, blue and green with black touches, my closet was creme and bathroom a total black and white. I had a skateboard, my own library and my own corner of love for music.

I do not play it much, but I have a piano, my anklet bells as I learned dance when I was young. A bunch of journals as well. Spotify statues of my favorite songs. If even one of them is touched.

Than, well, Death note, I guess.

I pushed the door open, my eyes widened, what did he think he was doing. I guess he hit his head pretty hard. "Why is there a skateboard?!" he invented on shouting, but hissed in pain, instead.

He mumbled some incoherent words, got up holding his head. That did not matter, my statues were safe, they look fine to me. Untouched, I guess.

I took steps towards it to take a better look and sighed in relief. Turned around, "I am hurt!" he stresses hurt. Oh well, "Where did you leave your eyes, on the floor? Could you not see the skateboard? And look at you complaining." I retorted back and technically I am right.

Why am I using that word so much?

He fumed, I turned the lights on, making sure no one was there to keep an eye. And boy was he red?

"Well maybe because, it was dark. You should apologize on behalf of that plank of wood." He whined. Wait, plank of wood?!?! You are so dead, VR!

"If you really had eyes, you would check for the lights first not walking around, and it is a skateboard. Cannot respect it? Ok, get out!" I warned him. The light switches were just near the entrance of my room. Stupid.

He complained more and walked up to the bed to sleep. He really is stupid, is he not?

I walked to my room cabinet and took the med kit out, I pulled the duvet down, only to see him super pissed. Oh well, like I care.

I took the medicine out and force fed him. Applied and ointment, regardless his unhelpful behavior. Someone is having a lot of mood swings. Bipolar.

After that, it was already morning, so I just freshened up and made breakfast, for the both of us. A healthy combination of aloo cheela potato pancake and multi-grain sandwich.

Leaving his side out, I ate mine and went back to my investigation. I logged in and started watching the CCTV footage from yesterday.

"What are you doing?" I jumped and turned to see who it was. It was him, holding a glass of water, seems like he finished his brekkie as well.

"Do not scare me like that again!" I scolded him and he simply smirked. Ugh! He asked again while looking at the screen, maybe trying to catch a gust of the situation.

I started explaining, "Ok, so there was someone yesterday indeed, but I could not catch a glance, however, my house is surrounded by CCTV cameras so I am checking. The person must have been caught on at least one of these." I motioned towards the screen and he immediately made space near me and sat down to watch the footage.

We were watching intently, the time was 03:04 on the CCTV cameras, our eyes were glued to the screen. One minute could prove so much. A figure passes through, Cam 4, my eyes, along with his, snapped at that particular camera.

Cut.

Cut?!

Blank.

It was all blank!

We heard the sound of scissors being snipped. Damn, that person was keen. My eyes moved to Cam 6 and 7, there was no way that person is going to know about its location. The person did not notice it indeed.

Turn around, turn around, turn ar- Who?