Mr. Mystery

Guests.

***** Ridhimaa's POV *****

It's now almost one month, since my kidnapping. I still don't know who they were.

I didn't meet Armaan since then, mom said he's out of state.

I haven't talk to anybody about that day. I don't know mom and da knows about it or not. Probably not, because I would have know. I hope nobody informs them, I don't want to scare them.

I didn't file a complain about Armaan nor those men. I myself want to get to know about this thing 1st. Though I didn't get a chance to do it.

I'm scared to approach police. I think I need to talk to someone about this. But who?

What if he is really a terrorist? What if the police are involved? What if those men were from some gang? What if they were terrorist too? What if the person I talk about this, is involved too? What if-

"Ridhimaa, hurry up! What are u thinking? They will be here anytime and I don't want you to make any mistake." Mom interrupted my chain of thoughts.

I'm helping mom with lunch. Few people are coming to visit us. She looks very happy, like her lost and found friends are coming.

I tried a lot to know who is coming, but she said and I quote "It's a surprise and I'm sure you will love it." So I'm eagerly waiting for them to come.

We are making undhyu, puri and shrikhand, which is no help for me to guess who is coming. Because everyone in our family like it.

Is it my brother? No. This is not for single person. I don't thinks it's for my aunt or uncle too, because we meet them frequently.

What if it's Armaan's parents? Does it mean he is coming too? After some more thinking I got to conclusion.

"Mom, is it Armaan?" I asked mom, smartly trying to confirm my doubt.

"Yes. He is the one escorting the guest here." Mom replied.

It can't be my relatives then, it's definitely his parents. I patted my back inwardly. But why Armaan, I don't want to meet him, yet.

For three reason, one the way he treated me, two I'm scared of him, and three is that hug we shared.

It's one hour now, that we made the food and I'm damn hungry, but the guests aren't here, yet.

We made butter milk too. Everything is ready, well garnished.

Mom made to get dressed properly, like someone is coming to see me.

"Oh My God! Mom! Don't tell me some guy is coming to see me!" I exclaimed, worried.

"No, no. You are not getting married so soon." Mom said laughing and  I released a breadth of relief.

"Mom, How long will it take for them? I'm hungry. I don't even know who is coming." I whined.  I can't take it, anymore.

"Ridh-"

"Impatient as always, are we?" Mom was cut off by the deep voice behind me.

I froze at my spot, hearing the voice. I recognized this voice, but it's impossible. This can't be true.

I slowly turned around, to confirm my doubt. What I saw, was really unbelievable.

Am I dreaming?

"No you aren't." Same voice replied.

Did I say it out aloud?

"Yes, you did."