Darkness came and overpowered my room, leaving me alone to stand by the window and count the stars that kept glittering high above.
"It looks beautiful," I whispered, my voice trailing off. "Just beautiful, like Nanare."
I still can't believe I've been staying for days without my twin. I've missed her so much." I sniffed and held my inhaler tightly in my left hand.
"That's why I like my twin sister. Apart from being beautiful, she's also caring. She won't even make me remember that I'm an asthmatic patient."
"I just hope she's fine wherever she is."
I shut my eyes and bat my lashes, trying to point out the difference between the two of us. The only difference is our lips...
Nare's are naturally red, while mine are pure pink. All the same, we are identical.
"This is really terrible... without Nare," I shook my head in sorrow and took off the gloves that Seesha bought for me, because whenever it's night, I'm always cold. Even outside, I feel very cold and harsh, and I know that.
My life is really boring... I'm not like Nare, who cares so much for people. In fact, humans are my worst nightmare.
Especially Alisha and Natasha. I really hate them. They are my number one enemies, and I'm going to make sure I bring them down, even if it costs my own blood.
They must pay for everything they've done to me and Nare.
Still in deep thought, a knock came on my door. It was Gangaa.
"Nara, Mhesha is calling us," she said in a sultry voice.
My heart beat faster.
I've never been so close to any human except for Gangaa and my twin... even in the village, I'm a complete introvert.
"Why is she calling us?" I asked while opening the door.
"I don't know too, maybe it's another time for punishment," Gangaa said. My heart sank. It felt like I was about to cry because Gangaa had started crying.
"Ahhh, Nara, wipe your tears. It will soon be over," Gangaa said. She's just like Nare—she's not scared of anything.
"Okay," I replied, following her behind to the idol's personal living room.
Mhesha fixed her gaze on the plasma screen while Alisha gave a friendly smile.
Gangaa and I exchanged quick glances.
Natasha started smoking wildly. The more she smoked, the more my heart's seizure became persistent.
I quickly used my inhaler before the unexpected would happen.
"Oh, so sorry. I didn't know you're asthmatic," Natasha said and stopped smoking.
This is unlike her.
"Why is she suddenly becoming friendly?"
"I bought things for you," Mhesha said and signaled Sir Badrah to come forward.
Gangaa and I shared an instant eye-lock.
"Why is Mhesha acting friendly?"
"Is today her birthday?"
"Is this a trap?"
"Has she changed?"
"Is this really a trap?"
Questions filled my mind.
"Are you going to continue looking?" Alisha smiled, trying to hide the monster within her.
"No, ma!" Gangaa replied instantly and took the shopping bags from Sir Badrah. We shared the items equally.
"Thank you," Gangaa and I said.
"You're welcome," Mhesha replied plainly.
"Hmmm... I wanted to tell you that no one is a maid anymore. We are now friends. You can tell us anything. Don't hide things from us..." Mhesha uttered.
"Yes, we are now friends," Natasha smiled.
There's something behind their smiles...
This is really a trap.
"You can go to your rooms," Mhesha ordered. We left.
"Gangaa, wait! Take this, I don't want it." I threw the bags to her.
"Nara, why are you doing this?"
"I think we should play along!" Gangaa replied.
She opened the bags and poured all the items on the bed. It contained many fantasies.
Clothes, sandals, bangles, sarees, chocolates, beads, and many more things.
"I'll give it all to you. I don't want it. All I want is my twin sister," I muttered. Gangaa sighed.
"Even me, I don't want it. I don't even know if it's poisoned," Gangaa smiled and poured everything onto the floor.
I smiled too.
"We don't need it. We're going to dispose of it all." I smirked and tied the bags together to throw out tomorrow.
"And Mhesha thinks we're going to fall for her traps," Gangaa said.
"We're not fools to be deceived by idiots," I said, and she laughed out loud.
"Okay, Nara, make a painting of me," Gangaa said, tearing out a sheet of neat paper and pulling out paints.
"Sure," I replied, starting to draw her pretty face.
"Perfect!" I mumbled and showed her the painting.
"I wish I were talented like you," she said. I frowned.
"I'm not talented," I grumbled.
"You are!" She smirked.
"What's Nare's talent?" she asked.
"Well, my twin sister is talented at making noise," I replied.
"You need a cane!" Gangaa seethed and grabbed my black hair in a playful manner.
"Come on, tell me your twin sister's talent," Gangaa urged.
"No, I can't tell you. It's a secret," I replied, and she became sad.
"Okay, I will, but don't tell anyone," I said. She smiled.
"Pinky promise!" she dragged my ears playfully.
"Okay, Nare doesn't know she has this talent. It's only my grandma and I who found out about it...
"Nare can actually work magic with her eyeballs. She can just look at you and tell you exactly what's on your mind. She can get people's attention with just one ordinary look. Apart from that, she's a talented soul singer.
"Stubbornness is her last talent...
"Nare is stubborn and someone 'saucy'.
"It's not like she's proud, though! You know the type of 'saucy' I'm talking about.
"That's Nare for you," I said.
"Wow, I wish I could be like her," Gangaa said and jumped onto our bed.
"Really? I thought you wanted to be like Alisha!" I joked.
She frowned.
"You're so going to be dead," she replied, then started chasing me around our room.
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Diamond Residence (Same day)
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Alberto's POV
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"What's happening to you, Dylan? Why are you giving orders as if you're the heir of India??"
"You're doing the 'don'ts'... You're crossing the line."
"What you're doing is a taboo, and Richie must hear this because you're his best friend."
"You don't have the right to make orders or sign any documents that ought to be signed by Richie! You don't have the right to lay your hands on the law-making book because you are not the rightful heir."
"This is a real taboo, and by doing that, you're crossing your limits with Richie."
"How can you possibly sign for the release of one of the wicked villains? How can you put the life of the Indians in danger by stopping the close of guard's main spots and borders?"
"How can you possibly order for the presidential meetings in your house?"
I scolded Dylan because he's really crossing his limits, and Richie mustn't hear it.
"It's none of your business what I do!" Dylan replied arrogantly.
Even Richie has never spoken to me like that.
"Mr. Alberto, get out. The meeting is taking place in my house, and I did order for the release of the villains," he replied.
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Richie's Residence
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Scot's POV
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We stood up and walked upstairs. Everything was set. Opposite the place was a slivery coated door.
"Who's inside there?"
Scot asked, but KD frowned.
"Disgusting!" KD muttered.
Scot stood up and pushed the door open.
We rushed in to check what was inside...
We made eye contact and then glanced back at what we saw.
Richie was lost in a moment, his lips meeting a commoner's, as if the commoner had been caught in his web.
"Richie!!" Dylan shouted in a pitch-dark voice.
No one has ever shouted at Richie in such a deadly tone. Not even his father.
"Why are you shouting like that?" Richie asked, trying not to sound harsh in front of Nare.
"Oh, Alberto, it's not what you think! I'm sticking with what I said about no relationship stuff; it was just a mistake," Richie said, but he was still holding Nare.
"You're really sticking with that, and I can see it!" I smiled.
"Nice one! Newest couple in town!" Scot clapped like a little kid.