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Waiting by the street corner every afternoon after lunch became a routine for the little girl, for that is the time the slightly grown up man came up with a large carrier of lunch for his father.

During the first week, they simply smiled at each other, saying nothing more than a few pleasantries before he moved on to the path that led to the forest. She was disappointed at times, but then she told herself to be grateful for having to at least have a glimpse of him everyday.

The second week though became quite the opposite since he finally invited her to have lunch with him in the fields. His father had gone to the city for an important work, and he was in charge for taking care of the work he had left behind.

Naturally he wanted to use the opportunity to get the know about the girl he only smiled from afar, a little better. He was sure she was going to reject him for his abrupt request that could be taken in a wrong way by any girl, but to his surprise, she simply nodded with a smile and followed behind him.

This was their routine for the next two week; waiting at the street corner, giving each other shy smiles, and walking hand in hand to the meadow where they forgot about everyone and everything. To them, only themselves and their conversations existed. Nothing else could ruin the bliss that the girl felt right when the sun was about to set, or so she thought.

She should have thought about it the moment she woke up drenched in sweat from a nightmare. The clotting of the boiled milk should have been an enough sign to show her that something bad was going to happen.

But she was just a naive girl that didn't believe in superstitions that her grandmother told her. This time though she should have paid special attention to it since superstitions came into practice for a reason, and the reason behind hers stood in her place by the street corner one afternoon, talking with the boy she tried so hard to hide from everyone she knew.

But secrets don't remain secrets for long, especially when it's in the form of a 17 year old boy that could steal anybody's heart. And right now, as she witnessed him laughing along with her evil creature of a sister, talking like they were companions for long, she knew he was on the path to stealing her sister's heart, and that thought just broke down hers.

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The next few days, she avoided him like a plague. She didn't dare leave the house from noon till when the moon rose up in the sky. She didn't want see him now that her sister had made her presence known to  him. It wasn't that she wanted to avoid him just because he spoke with her. No, he was hers and there was nobody going to take him away from her.

The problem though was her lovely sister. She got everything she wanted, and never felt satisfied with it. The moment the little girl wanted something, her sister wanted it too, and being the elder of the two she always won. Though she had no particular use for the thing, the feeling of making her little sister lose just made her want to do it every single time.

Sometimes, the little girl wanted to kill her sister. She really wanted to, but she was already known as the girl who killed her mother. She didn't want to be known as the girl who killed her sister too. No, she couldn't risk it. Not when she had finally someone to make her happy, and she would do anything to be with him. If tolerating her sister's antics was the way for it, she was ready for it.

She was ready to endure whatever her sister threw her way, but she wasn't ready to sacrifice her love for it. And so she devised her plan, and hoped that it finally worked for if it didn't, she didn't know what else to do except maybe getting ready to be called as the girl who killed her sister.

Only fate would tell what the villagers would next gossip about.

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Daniel's POV:

The taxi stopped in front of the large gate. Seeing it for the second time didn't made it any less mesmerising. I got out of the vehicle, and dragged Blake to the entrance and pressed a button on the wall beside it.

"Who is it?" An electronic voice spoke through the small speaker beside the button.

"Daniel."

"Daniel who?" The voice spoke again.

"Daniel d'silva, a friend of Nathan."

It was silent for a minute before the voice spoke again. "Sorry, the name is not listed in our database."

I was having a second thought of jumping over the gate but I was sure I couldn't walk past 5 steps after the gate. Keeping in my frustration, I pressed the intercom button again, but just as I was about to demand that I at least talk to Nathan, Blake pushed me aside.

"Hey there! Tell Mr. Nathan that the greatest Mr. Blake is out to see him, and he'll be sure to let us in."

A moment of silence passed before I heard the buzzing noise again. "Sir, your name is there in the list. You are allowed to get in.

What the?!! Apparently Blake didn't seem as shocked as I was. He simply grinned at me and walked passed the gate as it slowly opened in slow motion.

"Aren't you coming in Dr. Daniel? We have a case to complete."

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I was still in awe of the large house even though I had seen it again. Blake marched in leisurely as if he owned the place. Sighing I walked passed him and almost crashed into another figure that was walking out of the house.

"Don't you think it's a cliché way of meeting someone Mr. Daniel?" Nathan smirked and I glared at him not amused.

When he realised that I wasn't going to answer he sighed, the smile leaving his face. "So what brings you here? I didn't know you were going to miss my presence so soon. Seems like I miscalculated your attraction towards me."

I glared at him hardened. "Just keep dreaming. The only reason I decided to even be in your presence is-"

"Oh My God! Am I seeing him for real? Pinch me! Pinch me!" Blake yelled beside me and I closed my eyes to control the irritation. If only I hadn't wanted a job done through him.

I pinched him and he scowled at me. "Ow! I didn't ask you to do it."

"You just did." I looked at him with a bored expression but he looked too excited to notice it.

He ran into Nathan and hugged him tight. Nathan took a second but he hugged him back. "It's good to see you buddy."

"It's good to see you too."

Blake pulled away and looked at me. "Now come let's do our job." God, let me not kill him yet.

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Cath's POV:

I knocked on the door and stood for a few seconds before I heard a mere whisper of a 'come in'. I pushed the door open and smiled at the figure lying on the bed.

She smiled involuntarily before she quickly hid it behind a scowl. Too bad, I had seen it already. "What are you doing here?" Her voice sounded hoarse.

"I brought you some breakfast." I placed the tray with milk and sandwich on the table beside the bed. She looked at it before she looked at me again. "I don't want it. You can take it back."

My smile fell a little at her rude remark but I managed to pull it back up. "You need to take your medicines. Please have a bite."

Her head whipped in my direction and she glared at such intensity that my heart skipped a beat. "I don't need any medicine. Get out of here."

I stunned for a second and the felt a finger snapping in front of my eyes. I blinked to see the worried look on her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Uh." I blinked. "Yeah."

"I asked you what you were doing here but you didn't answer."

I looked down at my hands to find the tray of food still in my hand. Didn't I just place it on the table. I frowned before I shook my head. My daydreams were getting the best of me. "I-I b-brought you s-some b-breakfast. Do you want to have some?"

I eyed her carefully, trying to find if she was going to have an outburst just as I had imagined but surprising me, she smiled gently. "I would love that."

I froze for a second before realising that she was waiting for me to place the food. I shook my head and placed the tray on the table beside her bed. I picked up the sandwich and handed it over to her.

She took a large bite of it and I felt happy that she didn't protest. I waited for her to finish the food and the milk before I handed her the medicine Brian had told me to give her. My hands shook as I stretched it towards her but she didn't seem to notice as she grabbed it out of my hands and swallowed it down with water.

Smiling at her, I picked up the tray and was about to leave when she spoke again. "Did Mrs. Matthews speak to you?"

I didn't turn to face her. "No."

"James is back from his trip."

"Oh." I knew that already. I had been the one he had informed to first but that wasn't a topic I could boast about.

"Invite him over for dinner."

James and Michael in the same place for dinner? That would be a recipe for disaster. "But.." I turned to look at her again. "Brian's friends are staying here. I don't think it would be nice to have James for dinner when we have other guests to attend to."

She looked at me in thought. "You're right. James needs to be treated specially. He shouldn't feel ignored in front of a bunch of strangers."

They were anything but strangers but I decided to keep my mouth shut and simply nod at her.

"Then let us visit him at his house for tea."

I wanted to groan. "But he must be tired from his trip."

"No I called in to talk to Mrs. Mathews earlier. He had come in two days before and as fresh as a cucumber. And seeing you might not be a problem for him."

That was exactly my problem. I wanted to tell her. I knew I had to meet him but I didn't want to do it with my mom there or she will feel suspicious. And I didn't know what Michael would feel about all this since he and Nathan can't technically be called as friends.

"But.."

"No buts.. I promised her we would visit James soon. He has been feeling a bit down lately."

Seeing that I had no other option, I agreed. "Fine."

I was about to walk out when she called me again. "And Cathy?"

I looked up at her. "Stay away from those foreigners. They're no good."

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Brian's POV:

I tapped my feet impatiently as I sat in the living room. It was pretty in pink with flower vases filled with artificial flowers fitted in every corner. A large grey sofa was (the one I was seated at) stood in the centre of the large wide room. Everything was pretty just like her, but nothing could distract me enough from the anxiety creeping up my veins.

I checked my watch one more time but the minute hand hadn't moved a micrometer since the last time I saw it. Was my watch not working? Or maybe my time just wasn't. I knew this impatient behaviour wasn't going to help anything but I felt restless and didn't know what to do about it.

A door opened and a man walked out of it. His shirt was ruffled and his hair was a mess like he had clutched onto it in frustration, and still he looked like he felt better than how he had entered it.

The appearance of the strange man should have confused me but currently he was the least of my worries.

"Mr. Brian." A familiar voice called and looked upto find Riya give me a smile so professional I almost flinched. "You can come in now."

I nodded and got up from the sofa before I followed her into the room. She shut the door and took her seat behind the polished wooden desk. I glanced at the empty seats on the opposite end. For some reason the setup felt so uneasy.

"So what can I help you with this time?" She smiled, and this time it felt genuine.

I sighed and decided to sit on one of those two seats. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" She raised one of her eyebrows like every time she did when I said something stupid.

I shrugged and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know. I am so confused, and you're the only one who could help me with it."

"I am glad that you finally trust me again." She smiled and I flinched at that. She must have noticed it since she cleared her throat. "What are you confused about?"

"I don't know."

Anybody else would have groaned in frustration by now but she managed to keep her smile still intact and it irked me. How can someone be that patient? I shook my head out of my thoughts and focused on the present.

"How can I help you if you can't find out what you're confused about?"

It sounded stupid even to me. So I shook my head and looked at her again. "I think he is coming again."

"Oh." I didn't need to tell her who, she just knew. "How sure are you?"

"I am not, and that's why I am here."

She sat in thought before she spoke again. "Then what gave you the idea that he might actually be back."

I pulled out the crumbled piece of yellow paper, smoothened it up as much as I could and placed it on the table. She picked it up and read what was on it. It was nothing much; just,          "I've missed you,
                 - Love, S!"

But the way her eyes never flitted for a second away from the paper, nor blink made me feel uneasy. This was definitely not going to be good. She pulled a drawer open and picked up a file from it.

She flipped through the sections before she landed in one with a display of a similar yellow paper, but just slightly more crumbled. Her eyes darted between the two pieces of paper before she cursed under her breath and shut the file close.

"You needn't be confused. It's definitely him."

And at that moment, I felt as if a thousand buckets filled with ice were dumped over my head, and I just had to face it since I have no other choice.  I probably looked pale for the second second, Riya fills an empty glass with water and hands it over to me.

I quickly gulped it down and placed it rather harshly on the table. She gave me a smile and squeezed my hand. "Don't worry about it. We will stop him somehow."

A surge of laughter escaped my lips and she looked at me confused. I shook my head and leaned in. "I wish I could believe that."

"That's not a good way to think Brian."

"Does good thinking bring out the best then."

"You know it did help the last time."

I looked up at her. She was right. Somehow thinking about the things that I could do, rather than focusing on the things that I couldn't gave me more power to actually do something to stop him.

I sighed in defeat. "Fine. What do you want me to do?"

She smiled. "Now, we're talking."

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