Seasons- Golden Hours

🍷Unveiling Secrets🍷

Agastya 

Parv and Gaurav were busy boasting about the new horse breeds that they did not realize the intrusion of someone that could be dangerous for our nation. 

I follow the figure in black robe, he lurked beneath the crowded areas but I didn't fail in stalking him. My blood simmered when he entered our walls with the dark alley help which was supposed to be known by very few. 

He entered the place where I was earlier, his eyes pinned on the particular photograph- My mother and father but just their eyes. 

"Interesting, isn't it?" He paused, his low and deep voice echoed into the empty room. "Agastya Rajvanshi or I should say," He turned, his dark eyes matching the dark tiles of the abandoned room. "Agastya Vikram Singh Rajvanshi." He removed his mask and it didn't take me long to recognize the smug boyish face. 

"Aarav Sharma." I growled. "and I was expecting someone more serious than," I scanned my eyes at him before rolling "Well- you." 

"What is my sister doing here with you?" 

"Your sister is, by the way, Adhira Sharma not Eshani." The evening rays fall on his face and then the painting. Watching the only thing of my mother and father's togetherness burnt broke the remaining parts that were left in me. 

"You wouldn't know what relations are." He is younger than me but has some guts, its okay he would regret it soon. I punch his face, blood trickles down his nose. 

"Humare Rajya mei aakar humse zabaan samhal ke baat kariye." I shove him aside as he pat his nose with a hankey. 

"That's so rude! You can't punch me like that." He whined to which I gave no fucks and started staring outside of the window. "Meri behen ki shadi mei aise mu lekar jaunga kya?" 

"I am not here to listen to your rants Aarav. What are you doing here?" I pin him on the wall, holding my knife on his throat. 

Always keep one in your socks- Inder Kaka's life saving speech. 

He raised his hands in air. "Woah Woah! Easy Raja sahab." His tone dripped sarcasm bugged me. It is easier being around Parv. 

I can't decide whose presence is more annoying. "I came with the intention of stealing." He winked at me and the knife in my hand threatened to slit his throat. "Well someone dared me to steal something dangerous." 

"Dangerous?" I tilt my head. "Who said it and what are you talking about?" My eyes narrow. 

"Someone, well." He shrugged. "Anyways, something close to you like that painting." He pinned his eyes at the burnt painting of my Mother and Father. 

"You came here to steal a painting?" He grinned and nodded like I asked him out for a date. 

I took a step back, his face turned hard with my sudden gesture. "Go on. Take it." I gestured him towards the painting and his head snapped like a ping pong ball. 

He slowly stride towards the painting and before he could touch it. 

"Mahika Roy, Place of birth- Bengal. Part time Bakery owner and Lecturer." I played with the blade of my knife. "Indulged with dangerous people, isn't she?" I was least bothered to look at his face. "I knew you would come here, Aarav." I finally snapped at his freezing body. 

Moving towards him, I towered over him. "Did my research well, didn't I?" 

"It has nothing to do with her. I don't care about-" 

I showed him the real time footage of Mahika, stumbling with someone she probably knows. "It is in my hand if she and this man would go on a romantic candle light dinner and fuck all night." I emphasized on the last one.