<<Never let anyone know what you are thinking.>>

Ragini

Later that night, I was laying on the bed in my room after having dinner with four of the brothers. I was just turning sides from almost four hours because I wasn't getting any sleep. I wasn't thinking about one thing but many. So much was running in my mind at the same time. I jerked as the door got open with a thud.

He's here!

I knew without even turning to look at the door. I closed my eyes shut, pretending to sleep.

Shit! How can I forget to lock the door? This is the most important thing if I'm sleeping in a room in the Mafia's house. I can't trust him about anything. I'm such an idiot!

I heard his footsteps approaching the bed and my heart started hammering in my chest as he kept nearing me. He stopped right besides the bed, my back was facing him. Then I felt him moving again, until he was at the other side of the bed, in front of me.

My insides were literally shaking. What was he doing here at this time? It was almost one in the morning. Did he just come back home?

"Get up! I know you're not sleeping!" his commanding voice reached my ears.

God damn! How did he find out? I didn't move, not even a little. I was sure about it. Then how?

"Do you want me to try some other ways to get you out of the bed?" he asked.

I didn't react.

If I open my eyes now, then I'll be so embarrassed for this stupid act of mine. God, please save me. I've very well realized now that I can't be a good actress. I suck in acting.

What is he going to do?

I heard his footsteps fading and then I heard the sound of opening of the washroom door.

Oh my God! He has gone to bring a razor blade again! Noooooo!!! He can't! He just can't do that to me again. I can't handle it.

My body started shaking and sweating vigorously with fear. My lips were trembling and my heart was ready to explode.

I felt him coming to my direction again and I immediately sat up on the bed as I closed my eyes, crawling to the very end of the bed, away from him.

"No no... Please don't do it. I'm so sorry. Please don't punish me. I promise I will not act like that ever. Please forgive me. This was the last time. I won't give you any chance to complain. Please don't hurt me. Please..." I kept on begging without even looking at him.

I stopped when I heard a sound like something was kept on the table. I slowly opened my eyes only to find him standing in front of me with his arms crossed at his front and a stern look on his face. He was still in the same clothes like afternoon. I then turned my gaze to the side table and saw a bathroom mug on it. I then looked at Laksh again.

"Why were you acting?" he asked lifting one of his eyebrow up.

"I'm sorry! I'll never do it again. I was tired and sc... scared." I mumbled in a low and scared voice.

There's no point of lying to him. He catches lies very soon. I've noticed it before also. It's better to be honest to him, to avoid risks and troubles.

"Do not do it ever again." he warned as he took the mug and started moving back to the washroom.

"What's in that mug?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.

I should be aware of what punishments he can give me for not obeying him. I can remember them before even thinking about not listening to him in future.

He stopped and turned to look at me.

"Water!" he said.

"Is it boiling water?" I asked, my voice shaking.

He was going to throw the boiling water on me!

The thought itself made me feel terrible. Thank God I got up before he could burn me with the boiling water.

"No! It was normal water for now but remember, it's temperature can rise according to my temperature." he said in a threatening tone before moving to the washroom.

He meant that he can use the boiling water to punish me if I'll cross him and increase his temperature by angering him?

His warnings scares my soul.

He came back and sat on the other end of the bed while I was still sitting at the other corner like a scared kitten. He took out his phone from his pocket and kept it on the side table before taking off his shoes and getting on the bed completely. He then looked at me and signed me through his hand to move closer to him.

I gulped as I crawled to him. I have understood one thing that running away from him will cause me more and more troubles. It's better to do what he wants and he has given his words to me, he'll not force himself upon me. He'll not get into anything extremely intimate and physical with me, without my wish. That's a great relief for me because it is the thing which was scaring me the most. As soon as I was in his reach, he held me by my upper arm and pulled me to him with his hand around my shoulders. I didn't say anything as he started moving his hand up and down on my arm. I was wearing a black short sleeved T-shirt and a white pajama with black dots on it. I felt goosebumps on my skin as he kept moving his hand on my arm.

"I have a few questions and I want truth only ." he said.

What he wants to ask?

I didn't reply but was waiting for him to continue when I remembered about his 'I want words' and 'look at me when I'm near you' thing.

"Hmm..." I said in response as I looked up at him.

"You and your brother were living with your uncle and aunt! Why? Where are your parents?" he asked.

My heart started to pain, thinking about my parents and the mystery of their murder.

What does he have to do with my parents?

"They're not in the world anymore." I somehow managed to answer.

"How did they die?" he asked very casually.

"They were killed." I murmured.

"Who killed them?" he asked, looking interested all of the sudden.

"I don't know. The police couldn't find the culprits." I answered.

"How old were you at that time?" he asked with his eyes fixed on me.

"Seve... Seventeen..."

I heard him cursing under his breath and mumbling something but I couldn't understand what he was saying. He then stayed silent for a few minutes. He was thinking something very deeply. I was looking at him, trying to read his expressions but I failed miserably. His face was unreadable and hard as stone.

No one can get any idea about what he's thinking by looking at his face.

"Can I meet my brother?" I asked timidly.

"No!" he answered immediately, ending that topic there itself.

And I didn't ask again.

He wasn't ready to leave the room and my eyes were slowly getting heavy as I started feeling sleepy. I looked at the wall clock which was showing 2:10 in the morning. From almost forty five minutes, I didn't even move a bit from the place I was sitting and he was still holding me like before, through my shoulders. And I can't take the risk of falling asleep when he's in the room.

God! What this man is actually thinking? Who's going to leave the world now?

He came out of his thoughts and looked at his phone as a sound of notification came from it. He picked it up and unlocked it with his fingerprint. He stared the screen for a while before keeping the phone near his ear after dialling to someone.

"Yes... When? Okay! You stay there with them. I'm coming!" he said before hanging up the call.

He then looked at me. He moved his face closer to mine and started nuzzling my cheek. Then I felt his lips on my cheek as he gave me an open mouth kiss. I somehow stopped myself from reacting in any way but I hissed when he bit on my cheek.

Till now he just used to call me butter cake but now he's even biting my cheek. Why don't he understand that I'm not a food item that he'll eat me! I'm not an eatable thing.

"Dream about me, buttercake." he said with a dark smirk as he pulled his face back.

If he'll come in my dreams then they'll not be called dreams but nightmares! And I'm not very fond of nightmares. They freaks me out, just like he do. In fact, he's worse than a nightmare.

He let me free from his hold and got up from the bed. He wore his shoes and moved to the washroom. He came out after a few minutes, wiping his face with the towel. He then threw the towel on the couch. His hair were little wet from the front and there were some water stains on his shirt as well, which meant he washed his face. He came an hour ago and now he's leaving again. He don't sleep? Maybe, beasts don't need sleep.

He took his phone and slid it inside his pocket. He gave me a look before making his way out of the room.

I took a deep breath when he was out of my sight. I got up from the bed and locked the door.

Every move of his frightens me to no end.

I moved back to the bed and slipped under the comforter.

'Do I really look eatable?' I couldn't help myself from thinking over it.

"Ragini, you're getting mad." I said turning to the other side.

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Next morning, I got up late. I yawned as I threw the comforter off my body and looked at the clock which was showing nine in the morning. I got out of the bed and left for the washroom. After brushing my teeth and taking a bath, I came out draping a towel around my body. I walked into the walk-in closet to wear my clothes.

The amount of clothes always leaves me in confusion about what to wear and what not but I try wearing something new everyday. I'm living like a prisoner here but I can atleast enjoy what I'm getting, lol. Whether they're just the clothes. I got out after wearing a light blue colored jeans and a cream colored cotton shirt. I combed my hair before leaving the room.

As I reached the hall, I found four of the brothers sitting on the couches, discussing something very seriously. Thank God he isn't back yet. The four of them looked at me as they saw me.

"Ragini, your breakfast is in the kitchen. You got up late today and we already had our breakfast because we have to go somewhere." said Kabeer.

I nodded and was about to make my way to the kitchen when Arjun stopped me.

"What happened to your cheek?" he asked.

I looked at him confused and touched one side of my cheek when they together said.

"Other side."

I touched the other side of my face and felt it. Just then realisation hit me. It's the same side which Laksh... Shoot!! I didn't even notice it when I was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom and then in the room to comb my hair. Maybe because I was too engrossed in my thoughts.

The Mafia is an idiot. Who bites on cheeks?

"Uhm... Ahm..." I was stammering because I didn't know what to say.

"I think it's a mosquito bite." I lied of course.

What am I supposed to say? That your brother is the beast who bit my cheek. Don't know what all scenarios they'll end up making in their minds!

"Seems like the mosquito was very big ." said Ryan suspiciously.

"I don't know. I was sleeping na. I didn't see it's size." I said innocently.

"We don't have mosquitoes in our house." it was Yuvraaj this time.

"Maybe, one got in somehow. Your eyes couldn't catch it."

Lol, Ragini! What are you even saying?

"It was male or female?" asked Ryan.

Seriously? Why is he behaving like an investigation officer? Can't he just let it go? I know he's doing it purposely. This stupid Ryan!

Well, don't they know that their brother is a man, a male. But the actual thing is, they don't know that the mosquito I'm talking about is their brother only. Lol again!

"Who was male or female?" we heard his voice from the stairs.

All of us turned to look at him.

Great! Now he'll get to know that I was calling him a mosquito and I'm so dead.

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There are a few pictures similar to what kind of house I picturise for the story. The Mafia house. It'll be easier for all of you to imagine the surroundings after seeing these pictures.

Pictures credit: YouTube

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Thank you for reading.