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Part two.

Gathering up the broken pieces of strength I had left while making up my mind, I took a small hesitant yet deliberate step towards his black glistering Audi while glancing at my brother now and then for any sign of danger lurking behind, but I found none. Clamping the edge of the door in my hand, I squeezed my fingers tightly as much as I could. To make myself feel some pain— any pain: physical pain. Mental stress, as well as internal pain, was too much for me to carry. 

My eyes held fear when met with his as he exhorted: "Go on! Do not fret, he will be just beside you in no time." 

Still dubious, I finally emboldened myself to carry on. Upon sitting on the seat, the door shut closed by him not wasting a single second. And not a second later, the other side of the door opened and he sat in his own aristocratic way. Without glancing back at me. Not even for a moment, not even once. I drew down the burning lump of saliva in my throat but waited. Waited for him to hand me, my brother, back.

Despite being quiet the whole time, there were voices inside my skull which were making me disquieted. But it was only when he closed the door of the car on his side, that the present state penetrated my mind fully. Bafflement broke as I jolted awake and jerked away from him. “Shaur,” it came out garbled and muffled. However, it was audible enough. I could hear my breath come out through the nose and come in through the mouth. 

"Where is he?" I asked acidly when I found no one in the car except the two of us apart from two men sitting in the front. Panic evolved into sadness and then sadness evolved into…fear.

After waiting for quite a moment for him to give my brother back. When on the contrary, he stayed put without even inching, I sat still. 

He stared, tilting his head towards me before opening his mouth:

"Don't be concerned. He's perfectly safe. The moment we reach our destination he will be given to you."

Turning away from me, he nodded, and instantly the car began moving.

My heart plummeted inside my chest at his casual way of saying something for someone so close, so precious to my heart. And the tiny ray of hope I had, came apart. I ended up bursting into tears. Voices chanted again and again— the same thing in my head as I stared mutely at him for his flat denial, and not after a long moment, the new brimming set of tears in my eyes sprung and my lips wobbled and I ended up: bawling, eventually. 

I burst into tears due to my exertion and frustration and afflictions.

"I said he'd be given to you! Why are you crying now?" His impassive face twisted as the clean colour of his face became pale. I wanted to say so many things; accuse him of lying to me. But I couldn't. 

Covering my face with both— already trembling hands, hiding it from everyone in the car. I hollered out. I cried grievously, pouring all my emotions into my tears as I cried, so heartbreakingly. 

"Little one, I said: he'd be given to you once we have reached,” he sputtered, astounded with distress. His face became too pale as he said that. It was hurting to see how he lied about it. To see how he lied about giving my brother to me. 

However, the emotions were too much for me to hold back my tears anymore as they came apart, vulnerably. In front of all the people.

His warm hand tried to reach my arm, but I jerked it away while cowering back more away from him in fear and abhor.

"Alright. You want your brother. Right?" He said, his voice holding something near to anxiety as he spoke for the first time, I noticed. 

"Sayeed, stop the car, please, now!" His voice was polite when speaking to the man named 'Sayeed' which had me thinking even in the situation I was in if he really was bad enough to abduct us without our consent by going against the law. 

But how come this would be called an abduction when you're going by yourself by your own free will with him? My psyche indulged. But he was the only one who had threatened me with my brother? I reasoned. Without giving me a choice of options. I blinked thrice. Do you possess any proof of that as of now, then? No! You do not! How are you going to prove it? Even if he's violating the law while going against it, you cannot do a thing. Can you? Without proof in your hand! This was the last stroke on my already broken sanity which broke even more than it already had, and I ended up crying even louder and painstakingly woeful. 

The car halted. Yet, my woeful tears did not, even when he stepped out from his side of the car as I comprehended from the rustle of noises with my hands covering my whole face.

Besides my excruciating pain and suffering sobs, the silence was pin drop in the car, even the rain appeared to have stopped after unending hours of claiming its unspoken inflicted pain from inside by down pouring. This all seemed so terrifyingly surreal that I wanted it to be a nightmare. Overwhelmed, I had to place my hand on my mouth when I could not stop the sobs coming out of it. 

The door opened again a couple of minutes later, along with a heavyweight dipped on the seat just beside me. 

"Bo- bo," a sudden vociferous voice had my head snapped up to the tone.

"Shaurya!" Exclaiming his name from my mouth, I got him in my wet, clothed shivering arms. Cradling him to me as best as I could, I hugged him tightly, kissing his head side by side continuously and with compassion.

"You got your kid, stop crying now, will you?" he let out a breath of relief, somehow sounding disoriented.

I kept mum, breathing came out warm and dense. Cuddling my baby to me, I sat there nonplussed with fear of losing my only family left: my little Shaurya. Wiping my tears repeatedly from my both hands, I steadied my brother, making him sit on the opposite side of him. Away— as far as I could get from him in the provided space. Silence. For a long moment, there was nothing but silence as I sat stiff and horrified with Shaurya on my lap. My crying had depleted with time. Nevertheless, my eyes and throat felt sore. And, I found myself feeling dizzy and weak.

Later on a moment of pregnant silence in the already heavy air within the car. He spoke softly:

"Don't ever cry like that, little one. Ever! Do you hear me?" His voice held emotions of pain and anguish though. But I could be wrong. Because logically speaking, how could someone like him even feel after having done something so monstrous to us? His face went pale with apprehension. He was a monster: a mercilessly cruel one at that. 

I just looked at him blankly. Blinking. Saying nothing at all knowing he didn't deserve it.

Without receiving any reply, he sounded out:

"Just don't," his sudden distraught tone confused me, nonetheless. 

Regardless, I knew somewhere I was in grave danger.

******

"Finally. We've reached. Let's go, little one. Shall we?" I woke up suddenly with a soft voice mumbling in the shell of my ear. However, when my eyes got opened the person on the side of the car wasn't soft at all but a brute.

Backing aside, he gave me space to come out.

"Came out, Radhika," his voice was grim, his expression impassive. Something happened inside his eyes as the blackness seemed to be enlarged more than usual. 

Holding a shaky breath, I complied.

Tugging my sleeping Shaurya with me, I stepped out.

"Welcome back home, my little bird,” he enunciated, staring down at us. At me.

Yet, from inside I knew it could be a home for him. But not for us? No. Never for us. For me!

"It's not our home," I muttered without realising it.

"How wrong can you be, Radhika?" He asked, grasping my upper arm in his large palm, to lead me inside the large luxurious four-storied house. "How wrong can you get?"

I non— plussed went with him without any struggles. Because as far as I had known him in a couple of hours I knew he wouldn't be letting us go. Not until I give him enough reasons to. 

“I'm not wrong— I just happen to know. Even if you coerce us to live here— it won't give us the feeling of safety and warmth we should feel from inside when we are in our home. It won't make your home— our home. It would merely be a house where you'd force us to live," my voice was a mere murmur but I knew he heard it, somehow. My heart was beating louder and faster than usual. Encouraged by my emotional thoughts, my pulse started to race at an unusual pace as I told him. 

Though, he didn't say anything in retort to that. But somewhere I knew he understood my proclamation. 

Leaving him behind, I took a couple of steps more before I was stopped. 

“And what you tried today,” I winced in pain as he held my nape from behind before turning me around. I peered up at him in fear while he stared down at me with his intimidating eyes. His eyes were thundering. Leaning down further, he made my pulse rise. Being so close to him— a man, no less, I could see the clear spec of blackness inside his dark eyes. They were so raw and so dark and so piercing. It was terrifying to look at. I sucked a shaky-terrified breath before slowly blowing it out. “I would suggest you not try it again,” he added, his bottomless brooding eyes burned into mine, “because no matter how hard you are going to try, you are never going to get out of here without my permission. Away from my sight,” he vowed in a menacing tone that had no expression at all. “Don't get your hopes high.” Tears split down my eyes while he studied my face for a solid good amount of time before finally deciding to release me. Moving as soon as possible away from him, I backed away hastily, cradling my nape. It was hurting. “You like escaping. Don't you?” He explained to me in a condescending tone. “Let's see how you are going to try now with my eyes on you— all the time.” 

Tears brimmed my eyes. Nothing of this would have happened if my parents were alive. Why did they have to leave me all alone in this cruel world? After they were gone, a lot of things happened all at once. And none of them— were good. 

Not even one. He— being the worst out of them. 

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