Part Two.

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Part two.










My eyes held fury that I never knew existed in me. Perhaps, it was the situation that was making me violent. I concurred.

He continued sitting there, quietly. Staring. Observing. As I glared at him with seething anger. What was wrong with him?

Backing away, I shouted again, a tone higher than a notch, even more: "Say something! Do you mind telling me why? Why? Tell me. I say!"

He exhaled sharply. "Quiet down, will you, little one?" His voice was polite and composed somehow. Where, on the other hand, I was everything but calm. I just shook my head negatively. "No, give me the answers I seek! What're you trying to hide? Do you want to tell me that? Either whatever you said was just to lure me into believing your forged story or you aren't telling me all and everything. Just tell me, why? I say!" 

He pursed his lips together. "Now, that is, I don't understand what you're babbling about, little one. I don't seem to comprehend." I negatively shook my head. “I told you what you should know.”

"Why am I here? Is this what you are not getting or trying to disregard,” I yelled yet again. “Why don't you understand our need to go home— back to the evocation of our parents?”

"Would you stop yelling, please?" His voice was as calm as before when he requested. Standing up, he came nearer. “I told you what you needed to know.”

"No! Don't come closer, I say!" Backing away, I stepped away as I said that. “And no— you didn't!” Whatsoever, he took another step towards my way again. “You haven't told me everything!” Because yes, he wasn't, I had a nagging feeling about him not telling me the whole truth. His strides were long. Distracting myself from his scrutiny, I asked again, "Answers are what I seek, tell me please," backing up. My tone came from a higher to lower pitch in some quiet seconds as my mind started to depict his obvious closeness.

"I can't tell you yet, little one." Another step closer towards me. "I won't," he admitted. “Not now.”

"Why?" I whispered, standing still as he took another final step toward me. Barely standing inches apart. I just wanted to run. But, on the contrary, I was rooted on the spot by the blazing grasp of his demonic eyes. I wanted the answers so desperately by now when it was confirmed that he was hiding behind the half-truth.

"Some things are better while left unsaid, little one. You will know what awaits you in the meantime," he countered softly. His finger trailed down on my cheek slowly as he murmured, voice barely audible, "You have grown into a so much more beautiful woman, little one. And yet you don't even know,” his long lean fingers kept on running up and down my cheek as I held my breath at his sudden touch.  “That makes you even more exquisite," his callous thumb wiped a single tear which escaped from the corner of my eye as he stated that before tucking my straying tresses behind my ear, brushing his finger over my ear ever so slightly. “What you should know about being here is: it's for your own safety and his,” letting his eyes stay a moment or two in the direction of the bed made me aware of him hinting towards my brother. “With me— you both are safe from what your parents have always hidden you from. With them being gone, you are bare to the danger which I cannot afford to let get to you or him,” his eyes held something; a glint maybe which I had never seen before. “So do both of us a favour and accept it as it is without denying the actuality,” his breath hit the top of my head. I felt hot air on it. “Your parents would have wanted it too: to have their children safe and away from any danger which comes their way,” his voice was, in fact, void of emotion but his eyes held another story in them: they were screaming mixed interpreting emotions. 

I felt nothing but utter desolation finding inside my heart uninvited. 

"Uzair bhai: bhaijaan's here. And he's asking for you,” the door, all of a sudden opened as someone informed him about someone's arrival. Precisely his brother's.

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