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He was still watching me. When I retreated unhurriedly, he detached the glass from my lips. Looking up at him with my questionable gaze, I tried again. "Who are you? Why are we here, and where are we? Where is Awdhesh? What did you do to him? Where is he? Why did you bring us here?" I asked him all the questions that were slowly crawling up to my head at the fastest pace, all in one breath before breathing hard.

"Ssh! Calm down, little one, breathe," he chuckled. “Breathe before you go out of it again.”

There was not any hilarity in my questions. Was there?

No, there wasn't. I answered myself.

"It is amusing to see your scarlet—rosy red cheeks—from close up, you know. And for your questions—you can call me Uzair," he emphasised and then paused for a movement to study me. Watching me intently. “Uzair.”

Why was he looking at me like that—like he wanted to remind me of something? But, what?

"You both will be living here from now on under my supervision," he said softly, still watching and studying me.

I frowned. Still wide-eyed. What? No. I didn't hear him. Did I?

After hearing my thoughts, he reasoned, "No, you heard right."

"But you are a total stranger to us, and Mommy has always instructed me not to talk to strangers, and you are one of them. Why would I be staying here when we already have our own house?" I proclaimed, confusingly.

"Really? Then how about we go somewhere where you could tell me all the other things your mommy had told you? Hm? Sounds great. Isn't it? And about that stranger part: we aren't total strangers, as you say. I know you pretty well."

My frown deepened. What?

"No! We are going home," I said while getting up on my wobbling legs from the bed with Shaurya tucked safely in my arms.

He chuckled without any humour. “That easily, eh?” I stared at him, confusingly. “It's hilarious that you think you can leave that easily like it's a walk in the park.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so," and the glow on his face brightened as he said that. “That's easy.”

“You think I would listen to you?” I reckoned. “To someone, I don't even know?”

“Little one, you don't have a choice in that matter, per se. If you know what is best for your little brother, you'll do as you are told.”

Ignoring him completely, I took steps closer to the door I thought was the way out.

"Don't you even dare to take a step more, or I will personally come and tie you to this very bed." I stopped dead in my tracks.

What? Do I look like a kid to him?

No, he won't do that because he probably couldn't do that. He held no rights. Yes, I could go, and he wouldn't be able to do anything, or I would call the police. Yes. I mused, determined.

"Don't even think about it. They can't even do anything if I don't want that to be done," as if reading my mind, he said unconcerned. I jumped, and I swirled around to come face-to-face with a very broad chest of his. Lifting my head, I kept on looking up and up, and then I was only able to see his face. He was so close. I took a few steps back.

He was so tall! I gasped inwardly.

"You are too tiny," he said, suddenly grinning, looking down at me. "Still too tiny even after all these years," he said, saying something under his breath that I couldn't come to understand.

When that sentence was made, nostalgia hit me. I was not that small, but in front of him, I did look tiny. At school, some of my classmates made fun of my height as well. I looked down to hide the dampness from my eyes.

Why did everyone have to be so tall except for me? I thought dejectedly.

Hastily, he added, "But do you know? It's kind of cute, and in your case, you are way too cute for your own good," he said, taking a step towards me. I could only stare at his audacity. His voice, as cold as icebergs, started again: "Don't be obstinate. Willing or not, you are going to live here with me in this very house."

My eyes welled up with tears.

How could he suppose that we would be willing to remain in his house despite having our own, and, despite all, he was still a stranger to me? Was he insane enough to even bring such an idea to life? Wasn't he? Mommy, too, said no. No—she even restricted me from speaking to strangers, let alone living with them. Yes, certainly, I will not be living with him. I was determined. Ignoring him, I was about to turn around to proceed in the direction of the facing door, but his tone held me captive.

"Perhaps you can go, but you'll have to leave this boy instead," he said, nudging his chin in the direction of my brother. I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes widening in fright. Taking several steps back, I turned around again, fully facing him.

"No, you cannot do that. I won't let you," I said with my trembling voice. “He's my brother.”

"Yes, little one—I can and I will if you don't do what has been told to you," he further added. "But," he said, coming my way again. I held Shaurya tighter. So, he would not be able to take him away from me. Striding, he stood in front of me, gazing with his cold, penetrating black eyes. "I will not take him away from you only if you agree to stay with me here," he bargained.

"Why can't you let us go? We don't live here, and you can't make me stay without my will. This is illegal." I said, tears pouring out of my eyes. I felt vulnerable. Neglecting my questions nonchalantly, he went ahead in his drawl.

"I know. But this is for your own good and his." Without further explanation and sighing, he added, "I will have maids to acquaint you right away, and whatever you want or need, just ask them; they will provide it for you." Saying, he strode towards the door and, just like that, left the room, shutting the door behind him quietly.

Did he just leave?

I could only stare at the space where he stood barely a few seconds ago, tongue-tied and distraught with my hazy thoughts surrounding me with hurried questions.

Which had left me with no answers…

No answers. Not at all.

What was I to do now?

“What is wrong with this stranger?”

I blinked.

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