DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE)

Part Two.

Part two. 

But here was this intuition coming from within me that— whatever it was, it was just not good. It was ominous; something which aligned with those black clouds hovering over us. I would have felt it already if I wasn't in the phase of denial. But I sensed it. I did see it coming. Still though without retreating away, I fired back: "Yes! And I really want him back. If you please, could nicely hand him over to me,” I didn't know how I was using mockery in that situation suddenly when on contrary I was everything but feeling any humour inside. Though, I was angry; blinded by the unfairness of life. “It'd be awfully kind of you. We'd best be on our way,” I sniffed, rubbing my nose. “My Uncle would be waiting for us inside," I added with confidence, it was more of a command than a statement in the heat of the moment. Upon completion, I nodded my head in the direction of the station to prove my point. And on impulse, I forwarded myself even closer to him, extending my already wet and shaking arms up to the length of my head, due to his hovering height over me, for him to hand over my brother back. I was desperate. I stared at him, craning my neck to look up at him. While my heart was at an erratic phase of beating. Still, though I emboldened myself— for my brother. 

“It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.” I chanted in my head. “It's going to be alright.”

Feeling the unknown gazes of the people at the side of my face, I let my eyes roll over the place where I saw them: his men. And those men! At least they weren't anywhere close. They stayed where they were; at a safe distance, which also gave me enough courage. Breathing, and shuddering, I stood there waiting for him, my arms still up in the air, extended towards my Shaur. However, he just stood still, peering down at me without moving a muscle. But, I knew somehow; I saw the corner of his lips turned upwards. Now, was I imagining things? But just maybe- maybe I was hallucinating because, in the very next second, he arched his brow down at me in astonishment. His fair face marred into something which I did not fathom. Not that I wanted to even. We stayed still, my hopes beginning to crumble down at his serene stance. He didn't seem to be thinking of it. We stared each other down, for quite a good time. My emotions brimming inside altogether, buoying even in my head. The pain was too much to endure and the cold wasn't making it any better along with his perturbing matter. My eyes were bleaker though, but I somehow managed to make my voice harder as I reiterated:

"I'm still waiting," I reminded him, my hands still extended in the air towards my baby brother.

Why wasn't he saying anything? I was panicking inside because of the lack of action from his side.

Please make him give my brother, Shiv Ji! Please make him give my brother to me! I prayed, internally. “Please. Please. Please, Shiv Ji.”

It was so much like a dream or rather a nightmare to me which I certainly thought it'd be over once I woke up from it. If only had I known that it wasn't an illusion as I was thinking it was, but a true—happening reality I would have not been so gallant or rather stupid as I had been.

He sighed heavily. "Don't you see it, little one?" His ever-so-soft-spoken affirmative question perplexed me into a new torrent of awaiting tragedy. 

Frowning, and shuddering, I countered: "See what?"

Gesturing his spare— right stout arm over at the present, other people: his men, who were accompanying him, those who stood not very far from him; though closer to him, he countered back, voice as sweet as a coated candy: