Pocket Full of Lies

76- Finally a Couple

Money, all because of stupid money.

Although I felt bad for my uncle's situation, the emotion bubbling inside me right now was rage.

Losing my identity, getting thrown out of my rented home, being scared for my and Rehaan's life; these past days were hell. We lived in a constant fear not knowing what was happening and why it was happening to us.

After going through all those trials, what it came out to be? -Money.

The money I never lived with. The money I never had for even one moment of my life. The fucking amount of money that I hadn't seen even in my dreams.

I was getting harassed for something that wasn't even part of my life even once.

Even if the outcome was deadly, even if I wished that it never happened, I could still understand the psycho situation. I readily accepted the part where I was lied to, where we had to hide and act poor. I even understood why uncle had to become a murderer, even admired the fact that he went down such a path to save us.

Our parents dying, Rehaan being forced to take on the contract to save our lives; it was a dreadful thing. But still, it was something that was out of our hands.

However, this- this was an absolutely unnecessary thing that they brought upon themselves.

If the grandparents readily gave uncle his fair share, nothing of this sort would have happened. If uncle decided to speak to me, instead of trying to destroy me, it would have still worked out.

"I seriously don't understand these people. If you could love both the children the same, then why can't you distribute the property equally?

"And uncle isn't thrown out of the house or business. He can still work around things. There's a lot of time pending for inheritance to be put in place. Considering the health of grandma, even more time than I am assuming..."

Rehaan chuckled hearing my remark about grandma, before covering it with a cough when the person in question turned her head towards us for a second.

I continued ranting in a low voice, so only Rehaan could hear my frustration. Although I don't think those two fighting heads had any interest in our talk. They were too busy blaming each other.

"He could have tried other ways. He could have buttered up his parents with some emotional things. Or asked to at least set the future for his children? Or even better told me to give up everything in return for killing the psycho. There were so many ways but no, he had to choose the worst option."

I threw my hands up in the air, not understanding the need and want to kill each other for inheritance. I had seen and heard about many such stories and always found it absurd.

I always thought that this was a problem I would never have to face because I had nothing to begin with.

How wrong I was😪!!

"How do materialistic things take priority over love for the family? Why can't they let it just go?" I asked Rehaan.

He shrugged his shoulders. "No idea, never thought about it."

I sighed, "Perhaps we will know when we grow old."

"Or probably not," Rehaan said, "at least I won't."

"Huh?"

"I don't have siblings to begin with," he laughed, "every penny or thing is mine and mine alone."

"Mwahahaha." I gave his line a finishing touch with my signature laugh, although my deadpan look told a different story.

He got humbled real quick, focusing back on my relatives who were still fighting over the same topic.