"𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏"
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"Why do you avoid meeting my eyes?" His voice came out as an inaudible whisper, hi...
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“ A ghost or a phantom? ”
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“Henry?”
The boy gives a knowing smile, sauntering towards Mishka who was beyond shocked.
He gently tapped on her forehead, causing her to come out from the daze, “You took a long time to come, Emerald.” he points out.
Mishka glared at him, “Why are you here?”
He squinted his brow, fake hurting his expressions, “At Least ask me about my whereabouts…why are you getting hyper?”
“Didn't I tell you to go away?” She snapped, raising her decibels.
Henry rolled his eyes, pocketing his hands, “I wish if I was only yours, then you'd not have found me here, but fortunately, I'm Goenka's family friend, and they invited me and my family for the reception.”
Mishka scrunched her face at his choice of words, “I'm not yours.”
“Sure, we both know that.” He shrugged, walking back to the couch.
She grits her teeth, highly irritated by everything going around her. She knows that she's just a second ago smashing someone's head on the wall to vent out all her build up of anger and frustration.
Vinay came back to pick her up and the last person she expected at her home was Henry. The boys around her are the same, always messing up with her mind in their own different and unique frustrating ways.
Nonetheless, she kept all of her anger aside and sat beside him when Vinay and Swati joined them in the living room.
“I need to talk about something.” Mishka breaks the silence, catching up their attention.
“I hope it's not serious!” Henry chuckled.
“It's about Kavya Goenka,” She paused, watching Vinay stiffing, his eyes fixed at her, while Swati clenched her fist, shocked.
“How come you know about her?” Vinay asked, his voice stern and demanding.
Mishka studied his face, her heart dropped at finding the same reaction she never wanted, “It seems I don't know something that I should've known?” Her voice trembles.
“Mishka it's not… Swati trails off, not finding the right words to say.
Mishka takes a deep breath, gulping back her threatening sob, “I want you to give me the documentaries of her murder.” She ordered Henry, “And that too, now.”
Henry looked at Vinay, the doubt and uncertainty clear in their orbs. Vinay takes a deep breath, straightening himself up, preparing for the upcoming havoc, he nodded, permitting Henry to do as asked.
