“Then how is it yours?” Aariv asked.“I have dreamt of this since my childhood.”“But your son had not.”“You don’t know his dreams!” my father was almost shouting now. In fact, his voice must have travelled so far that both of them glanced at each other before scanning the place with their eyes. Aariv tapped my father on the shoulder, tilting his head towards the direction where I was hiding. I crouched lower, almost sinking away into the wall. Then I heard footsteps coming; my heart took a mighty leap and all that my brain was telling me was run, run, run. But run I did not. I knew more than that. I remained composed, tip towing to my room. When I was out of ear shot, I burst into speed and jumped on my bed, feigning sleep. I laid with my eyes closed but intentionally created a little gap between my eye lids on my left eye with the intention of spying their movements. I was not going to be able to see much, but at least I was going to have enough information about their movement to
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