Semua Bab DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE): Bab 11 - Bab 20

Extinguished hope. "Ma'am, you look very exquisite," said Zahar when I reached them. I felt a sudden hotness on my cheeks. "T-thanks," I murmured to her. "See, ma'am—we took good care of him until you came." They both laughed. "Besides, he is awake too. He is such an intelligent kid, ma'am. I must add he didn't cry a wink and always had naughty kinds of stuff to do," she chuckled, looking down at my brother with adoration in her simmering eyes. Stepping further, I walked over to the bed with Sabba next to me. We stood at the edge of the bed, gazing down at my adorable brother. Sitting in the centre of the bed was my one and only Shaur, who was waving his hand randomly in different directions wherever he could. Inquisitively, he wandered his dark, big brown eyes around the room with a tint of rejoicing as well as mischievousness in them. I smiled at his impish actions. I smiled. My first true smile after all those unpredictable situations. It seemed so long since I smiled at anythin

Bafflement. "W-when we can leave, Sir?" I asked him in a small voice, staring up at him with a strict tone of my own, to gain his attention. Suddenly, his smile vanished and was replaced by a snarl. Turning his face my way, he glared down at me with his penetrating dark eyes, both jaws set in a hard line. I gnawed at my bottom lip, looking down at his hard gaze, feeling more distressed all of a sudden. "What's with the question? Didn't I tell you yesterday regarding the same matter?" I kept quiet. He continued: "You do really love your brother, no? Or was it just a showoff to other people to attract their attention?" He asked me caustically, with a bit of calmness in his voice. His face was blank and void of any emotion. My heart was trapped in my chest, and the world turned upside down at his choice of words. "Huh?" He demanded in his low, vicious voice, stepping closer to me. “You know there is nothing money can buy? Don't you? Your trust in the law is futile. No one will

05— Miserable. “Healing is never easy. It is the most painful and hurtful path. Yet it is essential for the growth of humans in mental, physical and psychological states. Trust the process.” — Saumya Tripathi Although I was sleeping, my brain was already replaying the disconcerted scenes that I'd suffered yesterday night. Everything came hiking back in a hurried rush. I was stuck somewhere in a state of sleepiness and drowsiness, with scattered thoughts going wild in my head. I was so confused when I woke up that I tried to blink away the blurriness. My thoughts were hazy, and everything looked different. I wasn't even in the state of consciousness, fully. I blinked rapidly the cloudiness of sleep from my eyes to see and make out my surroundings. Regardless of my hazy thoughts and confused slumber, I tried to remember, but nothing came to mind. I felt tired and groggy, but eventually, I sat up unsteadily, still pondering the situation. Promptly, my breath hitched up when I let my

Furiousness. "I will not stay here at any cost. You are neither my father nor any of my relatives. You cannot abduct us to stay here with you. It is against the law. And if you will not let us go this instant, I will go to the cops!" My tone was supposed to be strong, but it came out as merely audible, but somehow he heard it. He chuckled darkly. “I see.” “I'll report you,” I repeated strongly this time. “I'll report you, which in turn can put you behind bars for a lifetime!” His face turned blank. And despite my tear-stained face, I frowned. Wasn't that enough to scare him? "I am not a little boy, my little one, who would get scared of your little threats by the name of cops. I owe my own police. If you'd like, I can call them up for you," he smirked. His casual behaviour made me more scared. “With money comes power. Two strong weapons: you have them. You are a god. Practically invincible.” My shocked eyes snapped in his direction. I had no answer to the confidence he radiate

Staggering truth. “Why am I here?” My silent question filled the silence in the room. I asked the same question, trying to get some answers that my brain could understand, not the ones he had been making up. "Right now, to get some rest. You look worn out and depleted. Hm?” There was a gentleness in his tone this time. “And you better sleep, as I don't want to see those dark shadows below your eyes,” he demanded, wagging his index finger in my direction threateningly. “You better eat and rest well.” Did he just change the important topic? Did he? He did! At his expressive eyes, I felt like a prey, his prey. “I expect you to have taken a good rest and eaten well before I return.” "And for the previous questions, you'd come to know in due time," he revealed, staring. “Be patient till then.” What? I wondered briefly, staring confusingly at him. Looking somewhat satisfied with my confounded appearance, he smiled slightly; however, his eyes were hard. Hastily, he brought his hand