We don't have the time to panic right now.

These were the words thrown at my face, before he went inside his study to do God knows what!

Like I have the button to control the panic. This isn't the best time so switch off...oh, we are totally free now and can afford panicking, let's switch on the button.

Not the time, my foot!

'I am suddenly homeless, there are unknown enemies after my existence, Rehaan's life is still in danger, he is back to being my jerk boss, buttttt I cannot panic. Why? Because my boss wants me to focus on packing his things.' I grumbled to myself, as I shoved his clothes inside the suitcase in frustration.

Keep them nicely. You are the one who will have to work your ass off to iron them later.

"Argh!" I yelled, having no means to channel my frustration.

Rehaan came out running in panic because of the sound, but rolled his eyes at me upon finding me safe and sound sitting on his bedroom floor.

"Can you not?" He asked in exasperation, before muttering, "Scared me for a second."

"Someone said we didn't have the time to panic." I threw his words back at him.

"Sue me for worrying that something happened to you." He glared at me, before sighing and waving off the matter. "Anyways, do you have any idea about what my laptop password could be?"

Now it was my turn to glare at him. Like seriously!

"What?" He shrugged. "The doctors and police, everyone said you knew everything about me. So even if you don't know 'know' the password, you can definitely make a good guess," he said, before sadly muttering, "unlike me."

"Why are you suddenly rummaging through your laptop? Weren't you looking for your documents?" I questioned, before huffing, "Talk about hypocrisy."

Scolds me for wasting time in panicking while he himself gets distracted.

He rolled his eyes at me. "I am your employer, so I don't think I am accountable to explain or report how and why I am wasting my time."

My nose flared at his words. But before I could unleash my anger on him, he spoke, "I wanted to see if I could find clues on what was going on.

"The police had said that there was a high probability that I knew the person who attacked me. So I wanted to see if I saved something that would give inkling to who these people are."

"You could have just said this before. Did you really have to boil my blood for no reason?"

He shrugged, he freaking shrugged.

"It was fun," he admitted, "looking at your annoyed, fuming face was fun."

"Wow! So happy to have been a source of your entertainment." I clapped my hands sarcastically, before throwing a shirt on his face.

Take that loser.

Given all the instances, perhaps the Old Rehaan enjoyed seeing my annoyed face too. He just never admitted it to my face unlike this one.

"Jokes apart, I am not sure if it is safe to shift anymore," Rehaan said in a serious tone, before moving to sit on the bed.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know the reason we shifted three years ago?" He questioned back instead.

"Nope. One day, you just said suddenly to pack up as we were shifting to a new place. And I just followed you."

"Just like that? Without any questions?"

I scratched my head, looking sheepish. I wanted to, I really wanted to, but hadn't questioned him in fear that he would get annoyed and leave me behind.

The same fear Rehaan felt after coming back from the hospital.

Perhaps, I was able to understand that side of him better because I had already went through that phase.

Shaking off my thoughts, I asked him the reason behind these questions.

"Do you remember if I acted strangely during that time? Like I was shaken or scared or something along the lines."

"Rehaan, what's going on?" I asked as dread filled my stomach.

"There was another mobile in my study. The only thing that was kept inside a locker that opened solely with my fingerprint."

"The only thing in the locker? It must have been something very important inside it."

"Those were my exact thoughts. So I switched it on. It didn't even have a sim card. However, there were some previous messages left on the phone. Some very unusual and borderline threatening messages. It was more of a warning, but can't be too sure.

"The date was around the time you told me we shifted in this apartment. So..."

"So you think we were under a threat three years ago too," I finished it for him.

"If they killed our parents seven years ago, then got to us three years ago and found us again now, I don't think finding a new house would be of any help.

"In fact, they might be already waiting for us to do that. To make us fall into a trap and ambush us when we least expect it."

"But why? Neither do we have something precious that they might be after, nor do we know some dirt about someone that could jeopardize his/her happy life. Why are they after us? We don't even know anything." I clutched my hair, as nothing was making sense to me.

"Perhaps I knew," Rehaan said, making my head snap towards him.

"You know?"

"Knew," he corrected, rolling his eyes, "Rehaan before Amnesia did."

"And he handled everything alone without letting a speck of threat come towards me," I said, looking at him with a small smile.

Guess I had more things I needed to be grateful to him.

"These are just guesses. I am not sure of anything right now," he said, trying to downside his good deeds.

"I have more confidence in your hunch than in my memory."

He chuckled at my words, before coming back to the topic. "Shifting is useless because they will find us again. They are just too powerful. Who knows, the new place we try to move into would be already infiltrated by their people. The real estate agents, or house owners, the building owner; anyone can be on their side.

"Someone who we see as a friend can be our foe. We can't even tell them apart. I don't remember anything and you don't know anything."

"Due to my fault, of course," he corrected after seeing my glare. "Hence, I don't think we can trust anyone apart from each other right now."

"Okayyy, but they know this address. What if they come back?"

"For starters, we don't open the door to anybody. Not for the neighbours and not even Ananya Di. "

"Ananya Di...but—" I tried to protest, but he didn't, he just shook his head sadly.

"Not until we can clearly figure out who is against us and who is with us. Sorry."

"And how long until we figure this shit out?"

He sighed at my bratty tone, but he actually replied sincerely, "Can't say for sure. But opening my laptop would be helpful to start out the list."

Hearing his sincere tone, I toned down my attitude and muttered a small sorry.

"It's fine. I know it's not an easy situation," he assured, before chuckling, "Annoying each other might be the only positive thing that could help us get by."

I snorted at his words.

Annoying and positive in a single sentence? Nonsense.

"Fine, I won't contact her. And we will not open the door to anybody either. But what if someone breaks it down? I mean, I know it's not easy but it won't be impossible for those guys either."

"Security is strengthened here after my accident. There are regular patrols and the watchman too doesn't let anyone in without proper checking. So I don't think anyone can easily come by like last time.

"We will also place some heavy furniture near the door. And hope everything works out."

I raised my eyebrows at his words. But somewhere I agreed too. In this cruel situation, we could only hang by hope and luck.

"It's a good thing we stored our refrigerator. Or else it would have been nearly impossible to survive."

"But it won't last many days," I reminded him.

"Let's just hope we can figure out everything before our ration ends."

"Yeah, let's hope that our self-inflicted lockdown doesn't kill us before our enemies do."