"What do you mean I was gifted to you?"
"It is not good to eavesdrop but you heard it right. You are a gift that was forcefully imposed on me."
"Y-You... are.... lying..."
"Am I? You know what? Gift is a very fancy term for you. 'Trash' suits you be...
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Present
"I am leaving."
"Where?" Yuvaan widened his eyes.
I didn't reply and grabbed a plate from the kitchen counter. I picked up a large sandwich and munched on it, yesterday's events replaying in my mind like a broken record.
"I have already sent my leave application to the HR department, and I will complete the pending work later," I announced.
"Why didn't you tell me? Aren't you feeling okay? You can stay at home if you want, but what's with this luggage?" he complained.
I thought of giving him an excuse, but Arman arrived in time, and I snapped up from my chair.
"Aru!"
I ran towards him like a bullet and hugged him tightly. I was really worried about him and my mind was busy planting negative doubts continuously. I detached myself from him and darted my eyes on his face.
"You missed me that much, Di?" He laughed and wiped my cheeks.
I gave him a small smile and told him to hurry up. He looked at me in confusion and joked if Yuvaan and I got into a fight. I gripped his wrist and ordered him that we should leave. Yuvaan didn't say anything, but before I exited the house, he got up and grabbed my bag.
"When will you return?" he asked.
"Whenever I want to," I said.
"What the hell?"
He shot me an accusatory glance and mumbled something under his breath. I snatched my bag from his hands and joined my brother in his car.
"Bye, Jeeju!" he yelled.
"Yeah, bye." Yuvaan waved lazily while staring daggers at me.
I turned my head towards the road, and Arman started the car after receiving a glare from me. On our way, he turned on the radio and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Did Jeeju say something to you?" he asked seriously.
"No."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Even though I am younger than you, you can tell me. Jeeju can easily win the fight, but I won't back down too." He grinned.
I smacked him behind the head. "Focus on driving."
His laugh echoed throughout the car, but after a few moments, he furrowed his eyebrows. "Di, did you get a call from Dad?"
"No. Why? What happened?" I asked in a low voice.
"I don't know. He isn't picking up his phone, and when we asked his secretary, he told us that he was also not aware of Dad's whereabouts."
