Pocket Full of Lies

39- Lockdown

We don't have the time to panic right now.

These were the words thrown at my face, before he went inside his study to do God knows what!

Like I have the button to control the panic. This isn't the best time so switch off...oh, we are totally free now and can afford panicking, let's switch on the button.

Not the time, my foot!

'I am suddenly homeless, there are unknown enemies after my existence, Rehaan's life is still in danger, he is back to being my jerk boss, buttttt I cannot panic. Why? Because my boss wants me to focus on packing his things.' I grumbled to myself, as I shoved his clothes inside the suitcase in frustration.

Keep them nicely. You are the one who will have to work your ass off to iron them later.

"Argh!" I yelled, having no means to channel my frustration.

Rehaan came out running in panic because of the sound, but rolled his eyes at me upon finding me safe and sound sitting on his bedroom floor.

"Can you not?" He asked in exasperation, before muttering, "Scared me for a second."

"Someone said we didn't have the time to panic." I threw his words back at him.

"Sue me for worrying that something happened to you." He glared at me, before sighing and waving off the matter. "Anyways, do you have any idea about what my laptop password could be?"

Now it was my turn to glare at him. Like seriously!

"What?" He shrugged. "The doctors and police, everyone said you knew everything about me. So even if you don't know 'know' the password, you can definitely make a good guess," he said, before sadly muttering, "unlike me."

"Why are you suddenly rummaging through your laptop? Weren't you looking for your documents?" I questioned, before huffing, "Talk about hypocrisy."

Scolds me for wasting time in panicking while he himself gets distracted.

He rolled his eyes at me. "I am your employer, so I don't think I am accountable to explain or report how and why I am wasting my time."

My nose flared at his words. But before I could unleash my anger on him, he spoke, "I wanted to see if I could find clues on what was going on.

"The police had said that there was a high probability that I knew the person who attacked me. So I wanted to see if I saved something that would give inkling to who these people are."

"You could have just said this before. Did you really have to boil my blood for no reason?"

He shrugged, he freaking shrugged.

"It was fun," he admitted, "looking at your annoyed, fuming face was fun."

"Wow! So happy to have been a source of your entertainment." I clapped my hands sarcastically, before throwing a shirt on his face.

Take that loser.

Given all the instances, perhaps the Old Rehaan enjoyed seeing my annoyed face too. He just never admitted it to my face unlike this one.

"Jokes apart, I am not sure if it is safe to shift anymore," Rehaan said in a serious tone, before moving to sit on the bed.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know the reason we shifted three years ago?" He questioned back instead.

"Nope. One day, you just said suddenly to pack up as we were shifting to a new place. And I just followed you."