It has been almost two years since I died or started my life as Chandni. I have a beautiful family with a new member who is almost an year old. It's a boy. So now I have a younger brother along with an elder one. Let's see how my life is going to be living with two brothers.
The baby has been named Moksh and is having a nice time fitting in. Adults adore the sweet, innocent, little boy with the cutest little puppy eyes. And guess what I love him just as much. No one could ever escape his charms. But I -I shouldn't, getting attached is no good. That's one of the first thing you learn when you become an assassin. Assassin?Stop it! Stop being an idiot! I am not an assassin any more, I am just a little two year old! I promised- I promised myself I'll be normal for their sake and for mine. Normal! What does that even mean? Normal? Someone like me will just never- never understand this term and being one is impossible.
"Hey Chandni you woke up! Yay!" Comes my overjoyed elder brother.
"Come I'll show you something incredible! Shhhh! Be quite and follow me! Don't make any noise or Mumma will know." So here I am following him. I am pretty sure he'll just show me how cute Moksh looks while sleeping. (He kinda does!)
He opened the door and I followed like a naive two year old unaware and amazed to see something breathtaking. Of course my inside is completely opposite of that description.
Turns out I was right. I am seriously not interested in listening to him, who is just going on and on about his sleeping younger brother. How Moksh open his fists then close them back or how he move his head. This guy literally said he wanted a brother so he could hit him and that's what brothers do. Hit him! Forget it! He won't stop praising him for literally everything a toddler does. I mean who even does that. Besides this might be the laziest toddler I have ever known. He is barely excited to walk, talk, learn and stuff, all he does is sleep. But yeah he is the most adorable toddler I have ever seen. The way he says 'I am sleepy' in that adorable voice of his, it's just so charming. Without any doubt Moksh is the most adorable, cute, sweet and charming toddler existing in this whole universe. My brothers are the best.
Anyways, life is good right now. Honestly way too good. There are nights I am left wondering what am I even doing here. Pretending to be a kid when I am not. Pretending to be clueless when I am not. Pretending to be normal when I am not. Pretending to be a pure soul when I am not.
There are these times when I can't figure out why this family wouldn't react when I show clear signs of abnormality, starting from my looks. Why? Why don't they hate me? Why? Why do they treat me so nicely? Sometimes, sometimes I overhear them talking about me. They mention some curse, say how I might be suffering, once I heard them saying 'It must be hard for her, remembering her past life and stuff.' Guess they know. Yet... yet they treat me like the family's sweet little princess. Why? Are they stupid, naive or just way too nice people. Why treat me like someone who belongs when I don't!
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"Chandni! Come sweetie let's go to the park!"
"Sis! Take the ball!" Was Moksh's sweet voice (he has the sweetest voice and I don't want any arguments in that, it's pretty clear) Well, I am going to the park with my aunt, Moksh and of course the guy who would never miss out on cricket. Cricket is his life as he says.
"Today I'll score a winning six run just you watch!"
"Bro I am not gonna watch! I'll play with sis! I like it more than cricket. Sorry!"
Oh my this guy just ruins someone's big bro ego by his awfully unaware honesty. The sorry was a cherry on top. Hhhhhh! It's always fun. Look at aunt she won't stop laughing.
"Bro why are you puffing your cheeks? I'll do that too!" He literally did. Stop before you make him stay back. Aunt is trying her best to control her laughter. Can't blame her. Moksh has charms to make anyone smile without any effort at all. He is one in millions. I am gonna make everyone pay who will ever try harming my brother.
Reaching the park takes only seconds as it is literally a street away. As expected a certain someone is running wildly to his friends to score his six runs. Spoiler he never does. Doubt he will this time too! Kids! Ironically enough I am currently one of them. I am about twenty one years old but here I am stuck as a two year old.
Moksh and I started playing till he missed the catch and lost his ball. As a result we are looking for it. I really need to find it otherwise there would be rivers flowing down. I can't let that happen. Making him cry is a sin I don't want to commit ever in my life. I don't want his cute smile to ever fade away.
What's that! How beautiful! This flower would grow back home! These were his favorite. That's why I always picked them. I hope he found a new place, a new home somewhere as well! Does anyone buy flowers for me hoping that I will watch over them. While I am here pretending family!
What am I even doing here! Sometimes I just wanna disappear. Disappear into thin air. Disappear so no one could find me. Erased from everyone's memories. This world would be much better without trash like me lingering. No matter where I am, how I am, what I am, there is this one constant unwavering feeling 'Sometimes I just want to disappear.'