Pocket Full of Lies

20- Lost Puppy

Someone has turned into a lost puppy again.

As soon as we reached his building, Rehaan went back to his silent mode. He was looking around, probably trying to see if he could remember everything.

I had to slow down for him every now and then, because even though he wanted to wait and see everything, he always rushed to be by my side. As if he felt that he would get lost if I wasn't near him.

Noticing that he was lightly holding the end part of my flowy top, I understood that he was even more scared than he was showing.

"Sorry." He hurriedly removed his hold as he realized that I noticed him.

Rolling my eyes, I forwarded my hand once again for him to take. When I saw him hesitating, I muttered, "Come on, it's not like it's the first time. We already held hands while coming out of the hospital."

"Sorry for being such a nuisance," he apologized, but held my hand nonetheless.

We walked around the whole compound, thinking it was better for me to show him around rather than him discreetly trying to see everything.

The hesitance evaporated after a few minutes of tour and he was back to his usual nature. And how did I find that out? Of course, because I was under his radar of suspicion again.

Lucky me!

The two sides of new Rehaan I had to continuously work with- either he was scared shitless or he was too suspicious. And the only way to counter one side was to bring up another side of him. Nothing else worked. He kept going back and forth between these two, annoying the heck out of me.

"Are you sure this is where I lived? I can't seem to recollect any of this in my memory."

"Why would I bring you somewhere else? Obviously you lived here."

"Well you might have thought that I would regain my memories if you actually brought me to my real home. That's why you took me somewhere else altogether so I never get my memories back." He shrugged, while my mouth was hung open at his blatant accusation.

"Yeah because I have so much money lying around to book an apartment in this high end area, just to fool you," I deadpanned, while glaring at him.

"I said it sarcastically." I cleared it, before that idiot of a man took my words literally.

"You must have used my money."

The audacity of this man. Argh!

"Yeah I did. This isn't really your home. I bought one in your name. And then magically changed the address in all your documents in just a few days. Because if you don't know, let me remind you, other than magic this feat is not possible for an ordinary citizen.

"You should run away from me as soon as possible. I have powers to turn you into a frog. Go run away and before that stop holding my hand." I snatched away my hands harshly from his hold.

"Continuously wants my support, but doesn't have trust of the size of a grain." Grumbling to myself, I stomped towards the elevator. No more sight-seeing for him.

"Why are you following me? I thought this wasn't your house," I shouted, when I saw him treading behind me.

He rolled his eyes at me. "I was just asking. Why are you getting so agitated? Guilty conscience, maybe? He asked, tongue in cheek, before he got into the elevator.

And suddenly lost his arrogance once again.

"Which floor?" He asked in a quiet voice.

I just pressed the button, too annoyed with him to answer or take pity at his condition.