Pocket Full of Lies

13- Scared

Something is wrong. Very wrong.

That is what I have been feeling ever since I came back to the hospital. Rehaan was back to looking at his palms, just as he did after getting consciousness that day.

I was ready with the whole round of apologizes thinking he must be angry as I was so late, but that man didn't have a single reaction. Not a hint of anger or worry. Heck, not even a speck of curiosity. He didn't say anything, and he didn't ask anything either. I just received a small nod from him to acknowledge that I was here.

He usually remained silent, but this one felt suffocating. Something major had gone wrong in the time I was out.

Did he get his memory back?

Nah, that can't be. If that was the case, there would be a screaming match and not this...

"Is everything...alright?" I bit my lips, waiting anxiously for his answer.

"Hmm."

Hmm, seriously! Hmm. I am dying out of worry and he just...Argh!

"Were you okay the whole day? Did the doctor come for a checkup? Did he say something? Is there any progress in your health? Did you take your medicines? Does your head hurt? Are you—"

"Muskaan,"

"Ye...yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Ah...yeah."

I cleared my throat, before turning away to face anything but him.

Talk about being embarrassing.

Exhaling a few times, I turned back to face him again.

"Umm...I won't talk much since you seem annoyed. I just wanted to inform you that I went to the police station today. For your case, I mean."

"I know."

My mouth was left hung open at his short answer. I was expecting a lot of things, but not this reaction, or should I say a lack of reaction.

"Ho...how?"

He just stared at me silently for a second, like he was analyzing me or trying to understand something, before he answered. "A police officer came to return my belongings and informed me that you were called."

"Oh!"

"Yeah."

Aaaand that's the end of our conversation.

I had a lot of questions in my mind. However, not one had the courage to leave my mouth. They all tried their hardest but ended up getting stuck in my throat.

Well that's the power of this rude jerk.

~Did the officer just go after handing him his belongings?

~Was he informed about the current status of the case?

~Did he feel sad that they were closing it off just like that?

~Was he in agreement with the police that this seemed more of an accident than a crime?

~Or did he think that the police were in the wrong?

~Was he raging from inside or did he felt helpless for not being able to do anything because of his memory?

And the most toughest question:

~Did he blame me for this situation?

He probably did. After all, it was because of my statement, the police came to this conclusion.

No wonder he is so cross with me.

Now that I understood the reason behind the silent treatment I was receiving, I could finally breathe peacefully. Well, the situation was still the same but not knowing why was killing me more than his anger.

Think Muskaan, think, how you can reduce his anger.

"Soooo—"

I started off randomly and comically, trying to come up with nonsense and eat his brain; however his one disinterested glare was enough for my courage to disappear yet again.

"Right, you wanted me to shut up. I will...just do that," I said, and moved towards the couch disheartened.

"Argh! This is too much!" I yelled, standing up abruptly within a few seconds.

Yeah! It was impossible for me to stay put.

"How was I supposed to know that they will close off the case based on my statement? You seriously can't blame me for it."

"What?" He muttered, looking at me like I wasn't making any sense.

Ignoring his reaction, I continued venting. "They asked me all sorts of weird questions about maintenance, food delivery and what not. I thought they would ask me if you had any enemies or I suspected someone or anything along these lines. But they...they were just beating around the bush with stupid questions.

"How was I supposed to know that this would lead to...to this situation? Like seriously, who would know what these questions were meant for?" I blew off the hair stuck near my face in frustration, as my chest heaved in anger.

"Perhaps...perhaps you would have," I muttered in a small voice. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, my anger melted away, replacing it with immense guilt. "Sorry," I whispered.

I was apologetic, but that didn't mean I would let him give me the silent treatment like this. "But...but you still can't be too angry with me. Come on man, not everyone can be as smart as you." I threw my hands up in the air for more effect.

Ah, seriously! I am giving my all, but this man doesn't budge at all.

"You know what? Just do whatever you want. Keep your mouth shut for eternity and burn my face away with your constant staring."

His eyes widened for a second, before he abruptly lowered his head to look down at his palms instead of me. Seeing his reaction, it was clear as day that he didn't realize that he hadn't taken his eyes off me since I started talking.

Cute.

I mentally slapped my cheeks as soon as that stupid thought crossed my mind. 'Come back to your senses, Muskaan! This is not the right time, place, situation or even the person.'

I gritted my teeth when I saw that the jerk was still actively ignoring me. There's a limit to stubbornness.

"Are you going to speak or not?" I shouted, as I stomped towards him in anger, only to stop short when he flinched.

He flinched...

I froze on the spot. My eyes widened and my heartbeats quickened as panic and confusion coursed through my being.

Whyy? How did we end up taking such a turn?