Contract? What contract?

"Rehaan...," I trailed off, not knowing whether it was a good time to pester him.

The last two times he remembered were so tough on him. This one might be too. It didn't help that whatever he remembered always ended up in a puzzle.

Not knowing what crazy fact of the past would come up, the initial excitement of his memories getting back had all but dried up.

"Do you remember I got a memory of asking my parents whether I was their son or if I was a part of act too?" Rehaan questioned, as he puffed out some air.

"Your head okay?" I questioned instead.

"It's hurting a bit, but nothing too extreme," he said, smiling feebly. "About my question..."

"I do remember about it. But then we found out your birth certificate, so...the matter was more or less deemed unimportant."

"Muskaan, I think that was our mistake. I think not a single part of my memory is useless. Although it is like a puzzle, or if we don't understand it right away, the memories are telling us something important.

"I really don't think my brain would take so much effort to remember something and bring down only worthless memories."

"Is this about the contract?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

He hummed. Running a hand through his hair, he spoke, "Bare with me as I try to explain what I am thinking. It's not just a stupid theory so don't look down on it without giving it a chance."

"Now you are scaring me," I said, genuinely startled by his serious expression.

He brought out a pen and diary and started writing things through.

~I saw my parents receiving money from your mom.

~Questioned if I was really their son or a part of the act too.

~Spoke to an unknown man about not being a part of my parent's contract.

"If I said act too, that means my parents were already a part of it. My parents were also a part of the contract which I blatantly refused to be a part of.

"Muskaan, what if that act and contract were one and the same? A contract I accidentally found out about, but was then roped into after my parent's death."

"Wait a minute! Death?" I screeched. The normal explanation took an altogether different turn as soon as he mentioned their deaths. The puzzle suddenly started feeling scarier.

"How are you...how are you so sure that you talked to this man about the contract after the death of their parents?" I stuttered in disbelief. "Perhaps, perhaps this conversation happened right after you eavesdropped on our parents. Or after you questioned them about you actually being their son. Or..."

Rehaan cut off my rambling as he deadpanned, "I spoke to that man while looking at their dead bodies."

"Umm...Rehaan...I think that your memory is kinda faulty," I said, scratching my forehead.

He glared as he looked down at me. "I told you to not treat it as a stupid theory. Why can't you grant such a small request?" He asked, throwing his hands up in the air.

"I just told you that there is nothing useless. Even if we don't understand the memory right away, it doesn't mean that it is faulty. Something always comes up later. Look how we disregarded your mom's involvement. But then the chocolate uncle who regularly visited her ended up as our dummy owner."

"I don't know about your other memories, but this one is definitely faulty," I said through gritted teeth, glaring back at him.

I was trying to turn down his belief politely, but this man always ends up getting on my nerves.

"Why is this faulty? With what clarity are you being so adamant upon me being wrong?"

"Because their bodies were burned due to fire."

"I saw them before the fire then," Rehaan retorted, looking so sure.

"Rehaan, we never got to see their bodies. The whole mansion had burned down along with our parents before we came back from school."

They were just gone without a single goodbye.

I squeezed his shoulder in comfort as he tried to make sense of everything.

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking unsure. "Perhaps you don't remember it correctly because it has been so many years."

"Do you think any amount of years would make a person forget the day their mother died?" I scoffed, before hurriedly adding, "without having hurt their head that is," after instantly getting reminded of Rehaan's forgotten memories as he pointed his finger towards himself.

"But I definitely saw their bodies in the memory," Rehaan mumbled to himself, before averting his eyes and clearing his throat when he saw me looking at him sternly with my hands folded.

He turned back, his attention on his diary, scribbling something down. I tried to look at what he was writing, but couldn't as he had blocked the view with his broad back.

Not the time to admire his back.

"What do you think the contract must be? A lease? No, your mansion was of ownership. Work related? But what did they even work as?"

"Who knows? The contract thing must be a faulty memory too," Rehaan said, while still facing the diary, not even turning a bit of his face towards me.

"Are you taunting me right now? I was seriously trying to figure out what was happening.'

"I am being serious too." He finally turned, but looking at his expression, it felt like it was better when he was facing away.

"You find the premise I remember this dialogue being spoken too, faulty. Then obviously the part of talking about the contract is faulty too."

"Perhaps the dialogue part is the truth. However, your mind couldn't remember the background it was spoken in, so it ended up making a fake scenario to complement the dialogue."

Rehaan made a show of slow clapping, his fake sweet smile doing wonders to my heart.

Note the sarcasm.

"Turns out you are also pretty good at making up theories."

"I...," I trailed off, not knowing what to say when he was clearly on the verge of blasting out his anger.

He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, while I took the opportunity to peek into his diary.

I could only read Mansion, before suddenly a hand came into my view, speedily covering the paper.

"Damn, you scared me," I shouted, as I placed my hand on my heart.

"Don't read it when you have no intentions of believing me," Rehaan said, as he picked up the diary and closed it with a thud.

"Wow! So mature." I looked at him openmouthed as he threw childish tantrums. "And he wanted to work as a team." I huffed.

He came back towards me and banged the diary on the desk.

"Read it if you want, but I don't want a single comment from you on this," he warned.

"What if I am in agreement and want to work on it? Should I keep quiet then too? Huh? Tell me, come on, tell me." I pestered him, picking at his t-shirt sleeves.

He shrugged off my fingers, before saying, "Either you aren't going to believe it all or you are going to go speechless by the facts. So quiet it will be."

"What's with the over exaggeration?" I snorted, before opening up the dairy to see what was going to make me go quiet.

~Mansion Intact

~Dead bodies of Parents and Employees

~Gunshot wounds and stabbing wounds

~Blood, lots of blood

~Cleaners, more like thugs

~Unknown scary man
>Seemed like their leader
>Argued about a contract
>Gave me a similar looking envelope Muskaan's Mom gave to my parents.