Pocket Full of Lies

66- Rage

~Too many questions!
♦ Too many realizations!

♦I was actually rich. Not just normal rich. But Richie rich.

♦To think I felt guilty over lying about being his girlfriend. I am nothing in front of these fraudsters. Mom and Rehaan, included.

♦They should have at least informed me after the psycho was dead.

~ And if the psycho was already dealt with then why was I still living as Rehaan's Housekeeper?

~If Rehaan continued the act even after this, then what made Rehaan fire me out of the blue?

~If Uncle paid for our education and houses then why did he need to search us? He should have already known where we were and what we were doing.

♦However, he definitely found Rehaan's house because of my newly made documents.

°Not to forget he somehow ended up causing Rehaan's accident. That is if Uncle is telling the truth.

~Uncle burned my documents seven years ago because he didn't want to make me a death certificate.

~He wanted me to live my life as Muskaan as soon as the psycho was dealt with. Then why was he trying to change my identity now?

~Just what changed in all these years?

From all these questions, I just ended up asking one. Other things could wait; first I needed to know what made him change from being a hero to a villain. And if we were risking our lives by being here with him?

"Seven years ago, you wanted me to be Muskaan. Then why do you want to change it now?"

Uncle rolled his eyes, "We agreed on only talking about the past," he said as he dusted his pants, before standing up to leave.

"But—"

"No buts, that was the deal. The end."

"Come on, just one last thing," I urged.

He blew out some air in annoyance, before asking me, "How do you even have the mind to think and ask more questions? Aren't you exhausted? Do you not need some time to get over everything you heard?

"You just found out about the death of your parents and how your entire life has been a lie. Even if you are already done with crying about the death of your mom, shouldn't you at least feel more sadness after finding out she was not only murdered but also had to live being so scared?

"If not anything you should be at least angry about having to live with so many struggles when you are actually an heiress yourself," he yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Your reactions, or the lack of, are too unsettling. You are taking all this a little too well," he said at last, looking really bewildered by my actions or the lack of. And to be honest I was too.

"I know right," I scoffed, before blabbering to no one in particular, "Why am I so calm? Damn I have turned so scary. Who knows maybe the shock will come a bit later...or perhaps my heart has turned into stone."

Speaking of heart of stone, I immediately turned towards Rehaan and found his eyes blazing and his hands curled into fists. His breathing pattern and his whole body posture screamed rage.

"Rehaan," I called him out hesitantly.

"They died in vain," he whispered, before standing up and yelling, "They fucking died in vain."

I shuddered as it seemed Rehaan would kill us right here.

"I thought he lost his memories then how can he say the exact same words with the exact same temperament." Uncle wondered, not at all affected by Rehaan.

As if he had already been in this scenario before.

"Stop it Uncle," I whispered to him, knowing he was just going to aggravate Rehaan more.

He blamed us and rightfully so. His parents were not related to my mother or that psycho. They and the other employees died because of something they weren't even related to. They got caught in a misfire.

Although I was so late, I still had to apologize to all their families. Starting with Rehaan.

"Rehaan, I am so sorry. I know this will never be enough but I am genuinely so sorry. Because of my mother—"

He cut me off, as he spoke in a hoarse voice,

"I don't hate you or your family for this. But I am really angry right now, so leave me be. I don't want to hurt you."

Just because he is being a bigger person, doesn't mean you don't have to repent.

"Rehaan, you can be angry with us. As my mother's daughter, I will take on all the blame. Take out your anger on me as much as you want. You have every right to. I won't get hurt, I promise. I—"

"I am not stupid enough to blame your mother for what happened. She, herself, was a victim. It's not like she wanted to be stalked and terrorized. And my parents entered into a contract knowing the risk," Rehaan said, before moving to go towards the bedroom.

But then he paused abruptly, probably having remembered that Ananya Di was in the room. He then backtracked towards the kitchen, not before pulling me along with him.

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Rehaan's POV

Anger, so much Anger.

After waking up, I never really felt anything for my parents, so why was I dealing with the flood of emotions now? Where did this sudden anger surge from?

It was logical to feel mad about the situation, but the rage burning in my veins right now was too much. So much that it didn't even feel like it was mine. I was feeling helpless as this rage was getting beyond my control.

However, it didn't take long for me to understand the reason behind my extreme anger.

My head started feeling heavy, but before I could do anything, a strong burst of pain hit me as if a bullet had gone past my head. Undoubtedly, I lost my balance, but Muskaan saved my fall, before taking me into an embrace.

I buried my head into the crook of her neck, breathing heavily, as she rubbed the back of my head, hoping to get the pain away.

The pain didn't subside; instead there was something else that joined the pain. Something that told me the reason behind my uncontrollable temper.

It wasn't unreasonable in the end. And how could it be?

After all my current reaction to the situation had gotten mixed with the rage I felt seven years ago.

I got out of the embrace and barely managed to focus on Muskaan despite the pain.

"Throw your uncle out of the house right away. It's not safe."

These were my last words to Muskaan, before darkness took over my eyes and I got buried under the weight of my memories.