Someone has turned into a lost puppy again.

As soon as we reached his building, Rehaan went back to his silent mode. He was looking around, probably trying to see if he could remember everything.

I had to slow down for him every now and then, because even though he wanted to wait and see everything, he always rushed to be by my side. As if he felt that he would get lost if I wasn't near him.

Noticing that he was lightly holding the end part of my flowy top, I understood that he was even more scared than he was showing.

"Sorry." He hurriedly removed his hold as he realized that I noticed him.

Rolling my eyes, I forwarded my hand once again for him to take. When I saw him hesitating, I muttered, "Come on, it's not like it's the first time. We already held hands while coming out of the hospital."

"Sorry for being such a nuisance," he apologized, but held my hand nonetheless.

We walked around the whole compound, thinking it was better for me to show him around rather than him discreetly trying to see everything.

The hesitance evaporated after a few minutes of tour and he was back to his usual nature. And how did I find that out? Of course, because I was under his radar of suspicion again.

Lucky me!

The two sides of new Rehaan I had to continuously work with- either he was scared shitless or he was too suspicious. And the only way to counter one side was to bring up another side of him. Nothing else worked. He kept going back and forth between these two, annoying the heck out of me.

"Are you sure this is where I lived? I can't seem to recollect any of this in my memory."

"Why would I bring you somewhere else? Obviously you lived here."

"Well you might have thought that I would regain my memories if you actually brought me to my real home. That's why you took me somewhere else altogether so I never get my memories back." He shrugged, while my mouth was hung open at his blatant accusation.

"Yeah because I have so much money lying around to book an apartment in this high end area, just to fool you," I deadpanned, while glaring at him.

"I said it sarcastically." I cleared it, before that idiot of a man took my words literally.

"You must have used my money."

The audacity of this man. Argh!

"Yeah I did. This isn't really your home. I bought one in your name. And then magically changed the address in all your documents in just a few days. Because if you don't know, let me remind you, other than magic this feat is not possible for an ordinary citizen.

"You should run away from me as soon as possible. I have powers to turn you into a frog. Go run away and before that stop holding my hand." I snatched away my hands harshly from his hold.

"Continuously wants my support, but doesn't have trust of the size of a grain." Grumbling to myself, I stomped towards the elevator. No more sight-seeing for him.

"Why are you following me? I thought this wasn't your house," I shouted, when I saw him treading behind me.

He rolled his eyes at me. "I was just asking. Why are you getting so agitated? Guilty conscience, maybe? He asked, tongue in cheek, before he got into the elevator.

And suddenly lost his arrogance once again.

"Which floor?" He asked in a quiet voice.

I just pressed the button, too annoyed with him to answer or take pity at his condition.

"Please understand. I don't enjoy being like this either," he said, after we crossed the 2nd floor in silence.

"I don't remember anything or anyone. And the short moment I remembered yesterday was also about me fighting with the person, who is now responsible for my well being. I can't help but become cautious." He explained, before pointing his finger at me. "Moreover, you yourself allowed me to be openly suspicious. You cannot go back on your words."

"I am not stopping you from being suspicious. But don't expect me to not get annoyed. After all, I am just a human being," I said as I got out of the elevator.

"A few minutes ago someone said that she was a witch who had the powers to turn me into a frog." He teased, making me narrow my eyes at him.

Not bothering the jerk with a response, I started rummaging through my purse for the keys.

"Oh my! You are back." A loud, cheerful voice came from beside us. making me look up from my purse.

It was the maid of our neighbour. She was looking happily at us. How did she know we were here? We weren't even that loud while arguing.

"How is your health? Do you feel better? Did they catch the culprit? Was it the driver? I knew it must be the driver....,"

Looks like our neighbour has spread the news to everyone in her capacity.

I didn't realize at first, but Rehaan had quietly moved behind me, smartly leaving me to take charge of this conversation.

"Rehaan is doing much better. And no, the driver uncle is not at fault. This was an accident not a crime," I informed here.

"Oh!" To say she was bummed out by my answer was an understatement.

Probably missing the drama that would have come with it.

"Okay then." I smiled slightly, before waving her bye, even though it didn't look like she wanted to end the conversation.

"Oh, sure sure. You might need to rest," she said in a concerned tone, before offering, "Let me know if you need any help."

"Thank you," I said genuinely.

"It wasn't an accident," Rehaan muttered, after aunty left.

"Sshh," I closed his mouth hurriedly, while looking towards aunty's standing figure in panic. That woman had great hearing.

"We have all the time to talk later. Let's go home first, yeah," I said, but frowned when I didn't receive an answer from him.

"Okay Rehaan?"

"What?" I asked when he kept hinting something with his eyes.

He rolled his eyes, before tapping my hand which was still on his mouth.

"Shit! Sorry." I hurriedly removed my hand, cursing myself mentally.

Clearing my throat, I moved to open the door, altogether avoiding looking into his eyes.

"Why did you say it was an accident?" He asked as soon as we stepped inside the house.

I closed the door first, before pulling him a bit inside to reduce the chances of her hearing us from outside.

Removing my hold, I answered, "Because I didn't want her to tell the reality to our neighbour. She might try to interfere in your matters and end up creating more problems instead of solving them while pretending to be a cop."

"Or was it because you were scared that given her spying skills, she might easily get evidence on you? Especially when she knows the timetable of you entering and exiting my house." He raised his eyebrows at me.

"I thought you didn't believe this was your house," I retorted, while folding my hands below my chest.

He shrugged. "I am just thinking about all the possibilities.

"Come to think about it, the possibility of this not being my house can be true. This house looks tidy, too tidy like no one has lived here. Moreover, from the entrance till here, I didn't see a single photo frame of mine."

I exhaled from my mouth. This was going to be a long fight.

"First of all, it's not my fault that you aren't photogenic enough to have good photos that could be hung on the wall," I said, sticking my tongue out at him. "And secondly, you were the one who wanted everything prim and proper."

"For someone who loved to see his home sparkling, you never stopped making a mess though. Why would you? When I was there to clean up your each and every mess," I blabbered on and on thinking I was speaking inside my mind.

"I...I made you do all this...," Rehaan spoke in a guilt filled voice.

It was only when I heard his words, that I realized that I had spoken it out loud.

"Ah...no...I mean...," I scratched my head sheepishly, looking here and there to find a change in topic. But before I could, Rehaan did it, probably having noticed me getting uncomfortable.

"Oh! I guess this is actually my house. I remember us fighting in this area," he said, as he walked towards the dining area with awe and disbelief in his eyes.

He looked at the area and then at me, back to that area with happiness clear on his face.

I clasped my hands. "Happy now?"

"Yes, very. And so sorry about that suspicion," he apologized, scratching the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes at his so-called apology. Why apologize when you are going to repeat the same thing again?

"I know this is my house now," he said again with a smile, showing his teeth.

"So you don't plan on believing anything other than your memory?" I huffed.

It was a sarcastic question, but he nodded in agreement.

Shameless jerk.

"Then remember quickly so I can finally rest in peace," I muttered, before clarifying quickly, "Not that RIP."

I am not dying anytime soon.

"You do realize that this is not in my hands, right? Amnesia, remember?"

"Partial amnesia," I corrected. "The doctor said you remembered the shocking and scary moments of your life like drowning and the house burning.

"Was this incident not shocking enough for you?" I huffed.

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes and shake his head at me.

"Like I said, this is not in my hands," he said slowly, pausing between each word as if I had trouble understanding normal speech.

I just made a face at him, before going to the kitchen to work on my magic.