Stars Crossed | Re-writing

ᡣ𐭩 seven

• vansh •

Why did Vihaan have to be the last person to see her off?

Gritting my teeth, I snap the pen in my hand into two. The ink leaks, spreading on my palm and Angre, grabbing the wet wipes, kneels beside my chair to wipe it off before it stains.

Why?

Why did you have to go when I was asleep?

Why did I have to be asleep when Vihaan was awake and lurking around her?

If I hadn't let my guard down, she wouldn't have gone. Argh! I'm sure Vihaan did something to her that made her run away from home.

Did he threatening her, abuse her, or do both? Whatever he did, I will not forgive him.

Tch! But why didn't she consider coming to me for help? Am I still so untrustworthy, so incapable in her eyes?

"No boss, it's not like that." Angre assures me, discarding the used tissues into the bin. "Mayura di just doesn't depend on anyone and that is because she is the oldest child."

Looks like I ended up voicing a thought.

"And?"

"Boss the oldest child in any family have a tendency to bear everything alone, without slipping up to the younger ones." He says, his eyes gloomed in experience. "They've been brought up that way since young."

I pat his hair, throwing the file into the bin. "The deal's garbage."

Shifting back in my chair, I cross my right leg over the left. "Where's Mayura?" I inquire. Angre gulps, licking his lips as he thinks for a moment. "In a safe place."

I glance at his room, finding a box of sweets lying on his table. "Angre, who does your loyalty lie with?"

"You, Bhai." He whispers.

"And you still have the guts to lie to me? For a box of macaroons!" I accuse. He lowers his gaze, his expressions similar to a child being robbed of their prized possession.

Ever since he first had it, it became his favourite.

I smile, remembering the day he first had it. It was also the day he first smiled.

Flashback

Angre stares at the sweet in his hand, analysing it carefully. Our breaths are stuck in our throat, curiousity pricking us.

He pulls it close to his face, sniffing it for anything suspicious. I hold Mayura tightly, my body tense in anticipation. She puts a hand round my shoulders, caressing my hair with the other.

"He will eat it na, Mayu?" I ask her as he licks the top of it. He takes a small bite, chewing slowly and I hold her tightly, my arms squeezing her stomach.

Suddenly, Angre freezes.

A tear rolls down his right eye. He sniffs, a small smile appearing on his lips as he takes another bite. Another bite followed by another and he had consumed it completely, fingers stained by cream.

Mayura, freeing herself from my hold, sits beside him and ruffles his hair. "Do you like it, Angre?" She asks, wiping away his tears lovingly.

He nods rapidly, a sparkle in his eyes.