Crushed and Created- Tangled series (Overprotective famous brothers)

Curse or blessing?

ALISHA

I woke up to the sound of my song playing in the background. I groaned and went back to sleep on the uncomfortable bed. Wait, it wasn’t a bed! I realized I was asleep on some chair. Oh yeah, the chair in the beatlab where I recorded my new song…

Shit!

I snapped opened my eyes and saw Salman and Arbaaz standing recording me. Arbaaz was the least interested in the song, but Salman was listening to it intently, his frown deepening every passing second.

“Why would you play this?” I snapped at them, shutting off the song near the chorus. Arbaaz shut the camera and folded his arms.

“To wake you up.”

“You can’t just do anything you want with my stuff! This is my song, it’s about me. Stop trying to interfere!” I yelled and got out of the music room, with the pen drive in my hand. Slamming the door shut, I got ready for another day of training. Pulling on a boring grey leo and shorts, I grabbed the meter and checked. As if I needed to, I knew I was horribly low. Setting the pod, I got the hell out and into the gym.

“Wait.” Arbaaz called out after me but I refused to stop. Dimitri pointed towards Arbaaz and I sighed. He won’t let me train till I sorted out everything with my brother. Just yesterday I was so damn happy and today I was grumpy as hell.

“What?” I tapped my feet on the ground and he guided me away from ears and eyes. We went to the front lawn which had a nice old swing with cushions lying around. Sitting down, he pointed his chin at the seat beside him and I sat down.

“Hey,” he turned my chin around gently and I looked at him, “I didn’t mean to interfere. I swear I didn’t even know it was something personal. I didn’t even focus on the lyrics, I knew only when Salman told me about it.”

“You shouldn’t have.” I mumbled, still not ready to forgive them for what they did. Them out of all the seven billion people in the world knew how it was like when someone constantly pried into your personal life.

“Yes, I know. I was just curious and decided to have some fun recording your morning tantrums. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch something personal to you.” He wrapped his hands around me and I let go of the grudge. How could I stay mad at him, how could I stay mad at any one of them? I knew I forgave them way too fast all the time, but I couldn’t afford to hurt anyone else, including myself by holding on to hatred.

“It isn’t you. It’s everyone else who is trying to just destroy my life by constantly speculating and analyzing.”

What I said was true. All the attention, all the tabloids, rumors, gossip and paparazzi were killing me inside out. I had no idea how the others in my family maintained their balance with the world obsessing over them, but I couldn’t stand it anymore. Maybe this was just one of my I-hate-the-limelight days I had from time to time.

“Can I show you something?” he asked and I nodded. Like he needed my permission, he would have showed me whatever he wanted to even if I had refused. Getting his Blackberry out, he went to one of the saved bookmarks.

“Read this.” He handed me the phone and I scrolled down the page. It was an email from someone to the Being Human group. But this one was different than the others, this one was meant for me to read.

Dear Alisha,

I don’t know if I can call you dear, but you are close to my heart. My daughter was hit by a car a few months ago, and suffered several injuries. Though almost cured, she lost all hope to live. She lost her confidence, she lost her strength. Her dream was to make it to the senior basketball team, but she was afraid.