𝑺𝑵𝑰𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑯𝑰𝑴 | 18+ | ✔️

🔫 |The dead family |

Chapter 4

I sigh, opening my phone.

Zara: Can we talk Sid?

I stare down at her name. She doesn't usually ask to talk, she knows I'm busy most of the time.

Sidhant: Everything okay?

What if everything is not okay? I hope she's all right.

I sit on the cafeteria table with my friends, waiting for her to respond.

To my left, I see Nikita, still looking like she has a massive headache. Ofcourse she does, she drank too much.

Daksh walks behind her, talking about something.

I look back at the phone, ignoring the little twinge in my chest. Zara's message comes through.

Zara: You know I've been researching stuff up for you, right?

Sidhant: Get to the point, Zar.

Zara: Stop calling me that.
Zara: I was looking back at your father's files. Found them in your room.

Sidhant: And?

Zara: He's dead.

I close my eyes, grasping the words.

Sidhant: How?

Zara: Murdered. Bullet wound in his chest, right in his heart.

I get up from the table, typing away furiously, and leave the cafeteria.

"Where are you going?" Ravi asks, I ignore him.

I need time to absorb the information. I think I might cry too. I don't want to do that with an audience.

I walk towards my room.

Sid: Who did it?

Zara: Don't know yet. Want me to find out?

Sid: Yes.

I hear a twig snap behind me, and turn. Nikita is walking behind me, following me.

Why the fuck does she have to follow me like that?

I left the place because I wanted fucking privacy.

And she needs to understand, she needs to leave me all alone. She needs to stay away from me.

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I still remember the way her green eyes stopped sparkling.

Hours after the encounter, I'm still hooked up on how she reacted. I expected her to scowl and move on.

But she had zoned out. I saw the way she looked- like something had trapped her in its clutches.

She was genuinely hurt, and I couldn't understand why.

I pour more alcohol into the glass, and sip the liquid I believe I shouldn't be drinking.

"Are you seriously drinking?" Shravan asks, swiping his blonde hair from his face.

"Yes."

"Are you sure you are Sidhant? I last saw you drink like years ago."

"Just heard some shitty news."

I don't want to think about what Zara told me in the morning. It can't be. She told me she'd update me about it on call later.

Shravan goes away, and sits on the bed, taking out his phone and chatting with someone.

"Who are you talking to?" I ask, to distract myself.

"Looks like drunk Sidhant is a privacy invader." Shravan comments.

I would scowl, but I don't like sharing my emotions with others, even when I'm drunk.

"Is it a girl?" I ask.

Shravan laughs and shakes his head, "No. No. It's Daksh, from Freiswood." He says.

Daksh. The guy who tags along with Nikita everywhere, and the guy Ravi wants to murder.

"Why are you talking to him?"

"He needs help with some thing. Something related to my sister."

"You think he likes Avni?" I ask.

"I hope not." Sharavan comments.

Shravan goes back to talking and I go back to drinking and thinking.

So, my dad was killed.

Not my real dad, my real, biological dad is very much alive, and is living safely in our house with Zara.

My other dad, the one I actually loved. The one I had to leave. The one who got killed with a bullet in his heart.

Whoever killed him, I'm going to make sure he dies a nice, painful death.

I won't kill him with a bullet like I normally do. I'll make him suffer.

I get a call from Zara, and I pick it up, walling out of the room.

"Hi Zar." I say.

She replies, "Hey Sid. How are you?"

"Not fine. Especially after what you told me in the morning, about my dad."

She sighs, "I know you loved him Sid. That is why I agreed to help you find what happened to him."

"Who did this? Any idea?"

"I don't know yet Sid, but 2 years after you moved away from his house, someone killed him. It was an insider job."

"It wasn't his enemies?" I ask.

"No, someone living in that home killed him. Police covered the whole thing up. Someone paid the police to cover it up." She says.

"Someone paid the police to-" I sigh, "Fuck."

"I know. I'm sorry about your dad." She says.

"Zara, please find out who it was. Please." I say. Emotions run high inside me. Someone killed my dad, offered money to cover it up, and left.

"I will." She replies.

"Good night, love you." I say, my tongue loosening due to the alcohol.

"Bye love you too." She says.

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Don't hate on Zara yet people.

She's a pookie 🎀🎀.

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