Mysterious Oberoi

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A girl was sitting near the tree glancing at the direction. A hope building within her, waiting for someone to arrive.

"She won't come," a voice uttered. She glanced at the person. He was elder than her and also taller. She had seen him among those children. Unlike her mother, the lady had many children and she had started calling her as her child. Aachal didn't like it! She didn't adored someone else calling her as their daughter.

"She will," Aachal glared at the boy. He groaned at her stubbornness. Staring at her for a minute longer before grabbing a seat on the stone.

Days kept moving, she kept waiting for her mother's arrival. With days passing by, she slowly started accepting the life of orphanage. She started talking, smiling and playing with the children in the home. It was difficult for her to remember their names but she recognised those faces.

It was her daily routine to come and sit under the tree. She no longer was waiting for her mother but her new friend. They used to sit there in silence, staring at childrens playing around or just staring at sky.

"What's your name?" She choose to break the silence. They never talked to eachother. Aachal had noticed that he never talked to anyone.

"None of your business," he grumbled. His face turning stone as he walked away from there.

She pouted at his retreating figure, why was he so rude? She had just asked him, his name!

"Shlok..." I woke from the dream. I scanned around the dark room. The bed was vacant maybe he hadn't arrived yet! He was in need to rest while he was burdening himself with work.

I closed my orbs as I leaned on the pillow. Processing the dream. Was that my past? The same orphanage that I had seen in the picture. That boy, that stern black orbs, that emotionless face. I knew the name behind that face. Mr. Oberoi! I allowed myself to get up from the bed, moving towards the room. I had to glance at that picture. I wanted to know more about my past. I wanted to recollect it! To remember it! What moments did I shared with Mr Oberoi?

I kept moving towards the room. I was warned twice not to enter the room. Yet they hadn't locked it up! I twisted the knob and walked into the dark, vacant room. The aura of the room screamed mystery. As if the room had more mystery hidden in its wall.

I moved towards the desk. It was always neat, not a paper out of its place. I had walked in twice with only the intention to find something about the mystery lapping Mr Oberoi. I sighed as I reached for the photo frame. Not a dust particles around the glass frame. I stared at the photo, my orbs glancing at each individual. Coming and resting on a girl, her black hairs were tied in a ponytail. A sweet smile playing on her lips. She was wearing golden yellow frock that reached below her knees. She didn't seem more than seven years. The tiniest among the group of children. Her neck adoring the beautiful pendant, R engraved on it.

My hands moved towards the metallic pendant. It was me! How could I deny the truth? The sparkle in her orbs, the grin playing on her lips. She was enjoying her life. The picture was indicator of it. My orbs moved to the person standing next to me. He was taller, older than me. His stern orbs staring at me, that emotional face had its lips twisted up into a small smile. His lifeless orbs adoring me. His hands had moved towards my hairs as if he was removing something from it.

Why had he kept this picture? Did I was that valuable for him? I shook away those disturbing thoughts! I couldn't drive into such foolish thoughts. I kept the photoframe on the desk. My heart turning heavy in pain. Recollection of those days brought pain with it. I frowned as those emotions crossed my heart. Flashes of something hitting me.