Fairy-Tale

04

-detective skills-

Arjun

The sun sets down letting the moon to takeover it's role. The blue rays of the moon sets their direction all the way through the clouds. It doesn't fight for it's power to lit up things with it's crescent glow. Because it knows,that everytime people think it's the light of the sun that's beautiful, it would show up with beauty of the darkness. It makes people believe that there is something in the darkness too, which makes people to look forward for it. For every clueless and scary nights, there is always a serene,celestial moon which makes the darkness less scary.

I look at those dark clouds which move so slow that it's hard to say if there is any movement. I was somehow so scared of nights,darkness. I still am though. But now that I have some company makes it easy.

After my stay here in the residential block I realised I got a drunkard roommate, but what was surprising was he believed me enough to show his trueself. He doesn't drink too much, but it was only last week he had his share of alcohol makes me worried about him.

I try to take the glass from his hands and he reacts almost very quickly taking it back.

"Abey dena, chips chor kahika" he takes down the entire liquid in a gulp.

I snort, these are my chips he is eating right now. But now I need to know a few things so I shut my mouth. I smile at him and pour some more of it from the bottle to his glass.

"Anand" I start, and he looks up. He isn't sober right now. He won't remember if I ask something.

"Who is the president?" I whisper. His eyes widen at my question and I tense and try to remember any excuses. His pupils come back to normal state and I nod encouragingly at him. He thinks for a little while with a serious expression on his face and drinks down the remaining alcohol.

"See, I am the head boy that doesn't mean ki mera general knowledge badhiya hai"

I smack the back of his head too,which results in him spitting the alcohol in his mouth. I scrunch my nose in disgust. I take up my kerchief and clean him and myself.

How did I end up becoming a nanny to this 18 year old?

"Anand, remember the president mrs.singh was talking about? That one" I ask this time slowly.

He raises his brow and narrows his eyes at me,"that bloody woman, I hate fucking hate her. She marked me absent for almost 20 times last year. I got my attendance percentage down to 74% because of her" he aggressively muches on the chips, those are mine my inner voice says, I let them go with a heavy heart." My dad had to speak to the principal about my attendance, and that fucking principal insulted the shit out of me, and my loving dad hit me for that."he grunts out everything as if he had already receited those lines.

"Haa, what about the president?" I ask again.

This time he looks a little calm and actually thinks about my question.

"And how is he related to..." I hesitate a little," um, Jahnavi?" I try out her name on my tongue.

He eyebrows shoot up to his hairline,"Jahnavi?" He realises and then clams down," that president is her grandfather"