19— Big brother, is he?
The miseries of life never end. Or does it? Because as far as I have felt, we just get used to living with them in it.
—Saumya Tripathi
In the silence of the room, the sound of my heart's mellifluous beating in my chest was deafening. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his deep-voiced sentence intruded into my mind again. A mystique breeze whispered past me as I shivered lightly at the intensity of my own fear. As my cough ceased, I drew back slightly.
“So does that mean: you were in love with me the moment you saw me?”
The hair on the back of my neck stood up at the attention while having an unsettling familiar feeling of being watched. I breathed shakily.
"Good girl. Now, it wasn't that hard, was it?"
My hold on the glass tightened. A droplet of fear of sweat strolled down my neck somewhere as I gulped.
“Hm?”
I dismissed him completely. From then we sat silently. I, with my food, which I was barely eating. Quite forcibly. And him, feeding my brother. The silence was unnerving me and making me think uncertain cautious things until he smashed it with an infusion statement that had my ears perked up with sincerity.
"This is the hometown of my sister-in-law. We don't really live here. Not like before, that is. Even so, I don't regret a bit, coming here now," his eyes captured mine, seeping the information through his eyes to mine. Though, I didn't quite understand his cryptic way of elaborating. I gazed at the stranger, named Uzair, in front of me, without blinking, still stuck somewhere between confusion and dizziness. “I am oddly familiar with the city. It used to be one of the few places where I found myself engulfed with tranquillity.”
Though, a suspicion rose in my mind at that very moment regarding his said sentence. Oddly family? I frowned. Didn't he say we were neighbours? Tilting my head at his robust sitting form with Shaur on his lap, I acquired: "You said you knew my family,” I blinked at him. “How come you knew my family when you didn't even live here?" I breathed. He lied. He always had. "You were our neighbours, right?"
A spark swept past his face prior to biting his lower lip, he peered at me. His face remained impassive.
He didn't say anything.
"Why did you lie? What intentions do you have for us by keeping us here?" I asked rather serenely, my insides were everything but.
I was terrified once again.
"Did I say by any chance— I don't live here anymore? Not like before?“ he gave a pause. “That sentence was supposed to convey the meaning that I used to."
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