From Kira's P.O.V~
We exchange no words between us. He's sitting with his body squashed up to the corner and I could barely glance at him. But through the front mirror, I notice his miserable face approaching the crossing buildings.
It abruptly is raining today. Blurring the surrounding lights. "Do you want me to stop there?" Rahul asks, ignoring the boy who's sitting beside me.
"No, drive, straight home!" He nods, informing the driver. If I go there, there will be so many questions, which I don't fancy.
It took us 30 minutes to arrive, yet it felt like years in the car.
I walk mindlessly from his struggles to walk, my bodyguards are helping him again, as Rahul whispers, "where is he going to sleep?" Rahul is upset with my decision and his tone shows it pretty clearly.
"Take him to my room and ask aunty to prepare a room for him!" I confide, entering the big hall of my house, and throwing my bag on the table. ""Which one?" He asks and is more frustrated now!
"It's a big fucking house, Rahul, and it's not like I have people living here. Choose any room as you please!" Aware of my frustration, he walks with thumping sounds on the floor, aggressively.
Such a diva, he is!
In my two-story house, the stairs are troublesome for the boy, even with the guards supporting him. But slow and steady, we reach my room and he settles on the bed, hiding his eyes from me.
As the guards leave the room, I sit in the chair right in front of him. He's suddenly more frightened than before. I see him rubbing his shoulder.
I deliberately walk up to him and lean down to his eye level, checking if he has another wound there as well. As soon as I get close to his face, he flinches back on the headboard.
His head remains tilted down when I slowly stroke his shoulder. He's trying to brush me off when I take the hint. "It's okay! Don't be scared! I'm not going to hurt you!"
My talk does not affect him and he pulls himself further away from me. "O-okay!" I pull myself away from him, standing a few feats apart. "I won't touch you if you don't want me to! Just relax."
Earlier, I couldn't notice, but now that I see him up close. His eyes are shining brown. He has a sharp jaw and a square face. His hair is brown and his skin is pale. "I'll, I'll call someone to help you!"
He uttered no words of approval, but when he sees me leaving the room, he stutters! "W-why?"
"What?" I turn back, standing still, near the door. "W--what are you g-going to do t--to me?" His head remains still the same, on his wrestling thumbs.
I'm caught speechless, yet I still try, "rest assured, you're not here for that."
"T-then why am I here?" He pleads in a low tone. "Rest assured, you'll not be harmed in any way!"
I was struggling to light my cigarette when Raul appears, lighting my cigarette. We're standing by the big balcony, my garden, and the property that I own is on a big display from here.
"Why?" He drained no second on his inquiry. I chuckle at his audacity, to do something no one dares to.
"Do you see this, Rahul? Everything you see here is mine! This enormous house, this huge garden, this high-profile security, and so much more. It's all mine!" The moon gleams as I feel the cool air on my skin. "yet, I'm all alone. And that boy I bought, he's alone as well!"
"Kira?" His tone is gentle now, his eyes sparkling with the pain I feel. "When I saw him, I felt like I can do something for him, --- I can give him freedom, just by spending a drop from my ocean! So why not?"
"You know it wasn't your fault?"
"Was it not?"
"It was an accident!"
The night ended with our repeating conversation. It rings in my head as I rub my eyes open. "Good morning, mam!" Aunty smiles, handing me a cup of tea. "Is the boy comfortable?" I ask, stretching to stand up. I again slept on the sofa.
"Yes, mam! He's currently sleeping!" I nod in acknowledgment.
