~Terrible Things.~

"We do terrible things for the people we love." ~ Anonymous.

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(Zaid's POV)

"Why are we eating breakfast so early today?" She asked again, sitting on the kitchen's counter and slowly sipping on her apple juice as I poured some coffee for myself.

"I apologise for troubling you." Placing my coffee aside, I paced to another counter, picking up the bowl that had her fruit salad. "Would you like to have apple in your salad?"

"No, thanks. Only pineapple is fine."

I placed her salad on the counter table, beside her before again continuing our prior conversation. "I'm leaving for a business trip, so just wanted to have breakfast with you as I won't be back before a week or two."

My gaze went to the glass in her hold, leading her to follow as deliberately, she sipped, soon finishing off the juice while staring at me the entire time. She knew I had something more to say and was waiting for me to continue.

Aren't you getting smarter day by day, Sona?

That's great; the more cautious you are, the more interesting everything will be. And that's just what I want. I love tough games with a similarly strong opponent.

"Before leaving, there are a few things I want you to know - you aren't allowed to skip your meals." My eyes followed her movements as she placed her juice glass down before taking the salad bowl.

"While I'm gone, I would really appreciate if you won't throw tantrums and trouble Maria and others." The sour look on her face didn't go unseen while she chewed her food, not at all pleased with my words - well, why is that so? I'm stating the facts here.

"Don't hurt yourself and please try not to get injured, either." Worming some steps closer, I cupped her hands in both of mine, feeling how her clutch came off to be losing around the bowl while---with some little pressure---I tightened my grip upon her hands.

No, don't do that, Sona. Hold your food carefully. It's bad to waste food.

As if truly getting what I just thought, she nodded, pulling her hands out of my grasp, back along with the bowl.

I stilled a smile at the act."There is a lake a few metres away from the mansion. Although it's owned by the Grovers, you're not allowed to visit it."

Her brow drew in and her movements lulled. She stared at the piece of pineapple stuck in her fork before glancing at me, with confusion. "And can I know why?"

"Hmm. It's a very deep lake, what if you fall in there?"

"I know how to swim," she retorted, the frown on her features delicately aggravating.

"Still, it doesn't lessen the danger." It was true. Biting my lower lip, I shrugged my shoulders.

"You're just being delusional," she scoffed, again proceeding with eating her meal.

"It's called care, darling."

My worry was reasonable. I hate taking unnecessary risks in her regard.

Suddenly, chilled silence settled between us. One tiny moment passed, then, another, but she didn't speak. Her lips stayed shut together, only parting to take in the food as she turned her sole focus on the bowl in her hand, altogether ignoring me.

Did I make her angry?

In the span of that awkward situation, I cleared my throat, expecting that little commotion to obtain her attention.

"It's not like the lake will run somewhere, you can see it when I'll be back." I reasoned, quickly. "I promise, we'll go together. Okay?"

Just as she peeked an eager glance at me, putting her salad bowl aside, I instantly leaned closer, and rested my hand around her forearm, slowly stroking down to the wrist. "Are you angry?"

Without answering, she turned her head away. Yup, she's definitely angry.

"Hey, listen." Her skin felt warmer against mine and my eyelids slipped closed as I tried to incorporate my own emotions. "I'm sorry."

"Really?" I opened my eyes when she had one of her hands freed out of my hold before resting her fingertips on my jaw. Her fingers, they were trembling but I could feel that there was no fear in the touch.

"Really." I blinked in solemnity. "I mean it."

~25 days and a month left.~

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"Who are you?" I asked, again hoping to hear a different answer, even after somewhere knowing that it won't change.

"I don't know."

As expected, his words were the same.

With his blank stare, he said the same thing, the same words he had always spoken whenever he appeared in my dream.

"Why don't you remember anything?" I heaved a heavy, desperate and depleted sigh.

I'm tired of all these things.

"Can I ask you the same question?" His barren gaze flared to the ground before shifting back on me. "You don't remember anything, either."

My eyelids obliged an unknown command, hastily opening to the darkness surrounding me.

Moving in a sitting posture, I raked my fingers through my hair. There was haste within me that I couldn't shake off, not even when it ate me, feeding the mysterious fury within.

I hate this feeling.

I hate that dream.

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I was taken aback for a second, observing the divulging sight before me - she was playing...the piano.

There was no uncertainty, no fear on her features. Peace was the only thing I could sense in the air enveloping her.

Her fingers skillfully danced upon the keys, leaving the soulful symphony to accompany their movements. She plays so beautifully - something maybe I could never do with that instrument.

"You can come inside," suddenly, she said, and her hand paused in its progress. She stopped and the solacing symphony too as she turned her head, staring at me. "I'm sorry for waking you. I thought just like the other ones, this room is also soundproof."

"This room is soundproof." Leaving my spot, I stepped inside."And, I wouldn't have heard you playing if. . ." My lips pressed together into a thin line and I peeked a glance back at the doorstep. "The door wasn't left opened."

"Are you no longer scared of playing this?" I glanced at the piano.

There was a brief silence. It was a wordless affirmation.

"Great." A chuckle escaped from my mouth before she resumed her playing.

I took the chance to approach her and occupy a seat in front of her, listening to her music. There's something about it which drew my attention, and I couldn't help but feel mesmerized by the soothing melody.

It seemed as if she wanted me to take a look at this beautiful piece.

"Which tune is this?"

I could see a trace of sorrow evaluating in her eyes as she continued.

"It's a song - a thousand years."

The softness of her voice contrasted against the piercing tone of the piano.

~8 days and a month left.~

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Time thumped on like the heartbeats of a dying person---slow and torturous.

The moments that had been scattered into pieces seemed to come together, now, as I started at the motionless, weak and barely alive Anil Grover. My father. I don't know why I came here, to a hospital, to see him when I have someone far better than him to see, at home.

Painfully and slowly, every little thing occurred to be crawling up to me, including all the chaos that I had embodied in my mind.

I came because it felt right. Something important. Something just right.

And, I seriously couldn't understand why the f**k it was right when he is someone whom I hate. I'm not the kind of person who loves paying special visits to my enemies, to see how our bond of rivalry was going.

I'm very familiar with myself. I'm the kind of person who wouldn't even care about visiting someone's grave, not even after being the sole reason for their end---that's how I am, and I love it.

World is cruel, so I want to be inhumane, someone who is deprived of compassion.

I want to be merciless, especially to the kinds of my father and brother.

I have always wanted to ask. Why did they treat me as an outcast? A shame?

Why did I have to be called illegitimate when I was also his son, his blood?

The woman who gave birth to me - was she just a plaything to him?

I don't remember the wounds they gave me in the name of their family and morals, but I could feel the scars, the impact those emotional damages had left behind.

Even if it seems impossible, I believe every little moment I can't recall now, is still within me. They aren't lost. They are just caged somewhere in a small corner of my mind.

My eyes darted to the patient monitor, the device displaying his heart and nerve rate, signifying his life.

"You have committed many sins. This is the truth. It will not change no matter how many times you try to resist it."

"God is seeing everything. Your Karma will get you."

His words. They were still fresh in my mind, like newly gained wounds only adding up to the previous number of damages.

Rage shot through me for some reasons I couldn't understand. The demand for the outbreak was there, but I held firm on the urge.

There's no purpose in killing someone who is already dying.

"Karma. Huh?" Waves of amusement crashed over me, calming the rage.

I thought he was talking about my karma, but as far as I can see, he is the one who is becoming miserable, who is dying.

He tried taking her away from me, so I had to do this.

Afterall, we all do terrible things for the people we love.

~26 days left.~

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