Lost And Found

15. Warm fingers and heart.

P.o.v of Riyan

I knew Sarah had a lot of questions.
But these guys here trying to mess with Sarah needed some lessons.

I prepared myself to slaughter them if it came to that.
The closest guy was almost drooling.
My blood was boiling within my insides.

He would be the first one to get knocked out, I decided.

I swung my arm back to gain some momentum and strike him hard.
But suddenly Sarah jumped in between and I had to stop inorder to not bang her with the wood.

'Sarah move.',I warned.

'Wait.',she told me looking into my eyes.

Oh my god. Why did she do this all the time.

I blinked hard to come back to my senses.

'What?',I questioned angrily and even those scums stopped doing anything and watched her as if they waited for her command.

'Look guys.', she told us as if any of us wasn't already staring at her.

One of the guy had a really filthy look. I barely managed to wait.

' It's useless fighting. This guy here.',she said pointing at me,' he is really a big deal. His father is a politician. You better not mess with us. Go your way. We won't cause you trouble.'
Her tone meant business.

The guys looked at me for one long second, found some truth in our faces and sped the other way.
Good for them.

I removed my cell phone and informed the nearest police station about them.
I also accidentally let slip father's name in between.

The police officers here seemed to know him well.

My father had worked in public hospital here for quite a few years.

A bigger task loomed ahead: answering all the questions Sarah might be having.

But being near her brought me... happiness?

Maybe.

After those scums had fled , Sarah looked at me grinning wide.
It was a sign.
I knew.

I sighed happily.

There was hardly a way out of her questions.

'So you are Amish's cousin brother?',she started her tone high with excitement.

I nodded as we sat in a nearby cafeteria.

She sat very close to me but she hardly noticed anything.
Her full concentration lied in questioning me like the CBI does.

'Why did you not tell me since the start?', she frowned a little while asking me this as if she was disappointed with herself.
As if I hid myself to avoid her.

I passed her frappe to her which she had stopped drinking. Our fingers brushed ever so slightly.

I had no answer to this. Initially I was too shocked to find her here but later, I acknowledged grudgingly, I was trying to have fun with her.

Me and fun.
I never thought could happen.
Those were two parallel lines for me.

I kept quiet to her question.

After failing to get an answer she sipped her frappe quietly.

That's was not like Sarah.
I didn't like her sombre.

'I wanted to tease you.', I spoke with efforts.

She looked up with the happiest face.
I never understood why would she be so happy every time I spoke.
As if my words were some sort of miracles she heard.

She was strange.
My favourite strange.

My lips turned the slightest upward curve and I couldn't stop it.

She kept her hand on mine. I shook internally with the tension.
Did she even knew she had frightening effects on me.

Nobody could elicit anything from me.
I was addressed as the famous ' cold stone' in my college.

This sunny girl was melting my glacial heart and there was quite a danger of floods of emotions.

Her warm hand was soothing the tensions in my body.

I liked that.

She realised what she had done and shyly removed her hand off me.
Too soon.

She suddenly concentrated all her attention on the frappe container she was nursing and I took the opportunity.

Could anyone want to ever be a frappe cup.
I shrugged away those stupid thoughts.

I put forward those bangles that she wanted.
She squealed and screamed.

She was so happy.
That simple girl.
It was so easy to make her happy.
All the more reason to keep her away from this wicked world.

We walked back home and she returned to her questioning.

Every now and then when she thought I wasn't alert, she would throw a question at me to catch me offguard.

I looked at her fingers. Those warm fingers looked so elegant.
Did she know that?
Should I tell her?

I walked next to her and took the tips of her fingers for the comfort they offered.

She entwined her fingers completely with mine and said,' it's done this way idiot.'

'Yes madam',I said smiling.

'Huh you smiled.',she said surprised like she saw a full moon suddenly on an empty night and laughed at her own outburst.

She was one spectacle to behold.

' You have warm fingers.',I ended up blurting.

'Really?'

She narrowed her eyes at my strange opinion.

'and have a warm heart too.'

Which was melting mine.

I didn't say that aloud.

It sounded so cheesy even in my internal monologue.

She laughed so heartily that I felt embarrassed at my words but strangely comforted by the familiar sound I missed so bad.