HIS FATAL SHADES (BOOK-TWO)

18- An unforeseen talk with Sabba!

18— An unforeseen talk with Sabba!

“Knowledge comes with a prize that not each one of us is willing to pay as it takes courage to change the perspective one has known since it has been born and brought into the world with morals varying from society to society.”

— Saumya Tripathi 

 

“How can I just accept it? Trust him? Hm?” With sadness in my eyes and a clog in my throat, I mustered up the courage to ask the question myself loudly. I was terrified. “Why wouldn't I be?” Recalling his words as he uttered in his deep, throaty voice about the past that I had no memory of. I shuddered. "You had an accident when you were little causing the memories to be interlocked in a certain part of your brain letting you form a wall over it," I could still remember him saying to me. 

“We had a bond.”

The hauntingly certain confidence in his tone had me blanketed in goosebumps and chills. The way the truth appeared to have swirled in the large orbs when his piercing gaze met my eyes made my heart race with anticipation. I couldn't find any malice in his eyes or his voice. 

The thin film of tears blurred my vivid memory of him telling me about the past I had; our past, with him in it that we supposedly had shared. “How could it possibly be true?” His supposed truth inflicted more pain and wounds than I could count on in my mind. It inflicted deep gushes over my conscience about not remembering any of the things he had declared to me. About my past. 

The settlement of the emotion was slow at first but then all came eventually. The feeling was torturous knowing fully well that I had known him somewhere in the past and that I was finding it hard to believe the words he had enunciated, each word spoken slowly to me. Those unspoken emotions churned mutely inside me, not even realising how to process everything I had been told to believe by him. 

Unknowingly, he had caught me off guard almost about everything since he had entered my life creating nothing but havoc in the path. I did not get time to process the already happening mishaps when he bombarded me with more anguish and more misdeed than enough that I could take. 

Terror was what I had always been feeling since the day my parents left me. And I could have done nothing but accept the fact I was totally alone with the conscience of taking care of my own little brother who knew nothing about what had been happening. 

“Only God knows what has been stored for us,” I closed my eyes sensing the impending danger which was yet to come. I was trying to brace myself for what was coming up next or how long I would be able to bear whatever had been stored for me. Or us. I took a shaky breath. 

A loud knock had me coming out of my inward reverie. My eyes veered in that direction, instantly.

Who could it be? On cue, it was answered as the question came into my mind. 

"It's Sabba, Radhika. Can I come in?" The voice I now knew very well asked.

I said nothing.

How could I?

A movement later, the door opened itself.

Sighing, she came inside with an odd expression of guilt written all over her face.