Destroying Myself (Myself #3)

BC 3.4. Come to Me, Love

I was a fan of horror movies since I had turn four. Pretty old age but it had appealed me to another level, a level my sister used to think wasn't needed or thought me as someone stupid and all.

Kabir thought it was thrilling because at some point, I leveled as someone he was proud of having as his twin. I never knew I had to pass a test to be eligible to be his twin. Stupid bro of mine, thinking we were separate from each other.

We were twins the moment mom got pregnant with us.

Ah, my arrogant brother. I missed him.

But this moment called for something else when I stared at the building residing in front of me, the dark shadows looming above them, the branches of darkest trees knocking at the windows. The night enveloped us, the scrapes peeled off the walls and Rahul opened the lock of the door.

"Is it yours?" I found myself asking, standing in the night, donning my bridal peach lehenga. "Rahul."

"I never consider it as mine." The screech of the metal door against the concrete pavement rattled our surroundings. Slinging his hand in mine, he guided me inside the house, the rusting of the door scraped my hand as I went inside.

A deep sigh breathed next to mine.

Turning my eyes, I found a hard stare, sweaty palm and tight expression.

"This is your childhood home," I whispered, shocked at the revelation of events.

"Named to mine after Khal's death. He had it," He replied. "Biggest shock of my life I would say." Trudging further, he opened the door and let us into the darkness. "Wait here." Slipping his hands off me, he walked to the lights and soon the beams filled the silence.

And I gasped in shock.

Everything was burnt to the ground, the floor had dark patches on them, the walls paint was peeling off, the sofas had burnt edges, the cobwebs splayed on the four corners of the wall.

His hand slipped to my waist. "Stay close. There may be cockroaches." I squealed quickly to hear his chuckle. I was scared of them and he knew it. Once in our trip, he had placed it on top of my hand and I couldn't stop screaming. "I'm here." He kissed the side of my head. "And I'm sure you didn't plan this for tonight."

"Not even a bit." I relaxed my free hand and said, "Can I sit somewhere? My feet." I nodded at the heels and lifted my skirt. Tusking, he bent down on the floor, caught my foot and removed the heels, rubbing his finger on my ankle. "This isn't what I asked for."

He raised his brows in amusement, some of the tension tumbling down his face. "We both are aware of what we want right now."

"We have a week in France."

"Such a less time," He commented. "Things happen in such a less time." Tugging at my hand, he sat on the floor and before I could protest, he dropped me on top of his legs to avoid the dirt getting to it. However, he forgot I wasn't going to wear this heavy dress again and I dropped opposite to him, listening as he revealed an important piece of his.

"I'm here," I dropped it even if he knew I was here.

His eyes smiled softly as if he knew it already and he should know it already. "Remember Alina's accident?" I nodded, confused at his statement. "Kabir revealed about her past." He gulped loudly. "For a minute, I had thought she intentionally tried to kill herself." He diverted his gaze to the floor. "I couldn't sleep. I couldn't see her because seeing her made me remember things I didn't want to. Then she went to Bengaluru. It was a relief. But I like her now," He clarified quickly. "She's my best friend and she helped me a lot in things I didn't know I needed help in."