My identity

The doppelganger of mine has called. And he wasn't talking. He was looking from his phone to me and then again phone. He is dumbfounded and shocked. But who is not? I am too right. I don't even understand one thing right now. He finally decided to answer the call. " Um, hello. Who is this speaking?" he asked. The person on the other line aka my doppelganger has answered something and if possible Matteo is more in shocking. He rubbed his eyes and again stared at me. He blinked once, twice and then thrice and shouted " WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE? ARE YOU GUYS PLAYING A GAME WITH ME RIGHT NOW?" He shouted. This man. My head ache is getting worse now.

" Please don't shout " I asked him. Or more like begged him. What should I do? Even though I don't like my eyes betrayed me begged him. Traitor. His softened a little bit and then he scowled again. Again is not the correct word I think. Continuously will be much more suitable. " Adhira can I know where you are?" he asked on the phone. Adhira. It hurts so much. Who is that girl? And why is he calling her Adhira? Is he my brothers? Is my family here?

They talked for a few minutes but I couldn't concentrate on what they were talking about. My back is hurting very much and add to that my thoughts are not stopping and my head ache is getting worse. But I could see his expressions. He was confused yet he was angry. There was a rage building upon him. May be due to being unknown to what was happening around him? But there was a uncertainly as if he doesn't know what he should right now. After five minutes he ended the call and looked at me. His gaze was more of a questioning view? As if trying to detect my emotions. As if this was a puzzle. He is looking at me cautiously like I am some wounded animal. What an I even thinking right now? I am already physically, mentally and emotionally wounded. And absolutely exhausted. I don't even have strength to talk now. I have to take the damn pain killers.

" Can I go now? Now you know that I really don't know you I will take my leave!." I said taking out my phone to call Radha to help me in the wheel chair. I can't even move right now. But I couldn't get angry at anyone. This is infuriating. Life always throws unexpected turns and this is one of my turn. Before I could even call Radha my phone is snatched away from me. Excuse me?

I sighed at him. God!. He is freaking seeing all my messages.

I looked at him with a deep scowl etched on my face. I am angry right now. Who the heck he is to snatch my phone and add to that read my messages. Doesn't he know what privacy means?.

Deep breaths Adhira, deep breaths. I counted from one to ten before looking up at him. I couldn't move to take my phone. I am feeling useless right now. Does my disability has to be reminded every time?.

" Do you know what privacy means? " I asked him. I glared at him. He freaking reading my messages right now not that it has anything inappropriate but that is a wrong thing to do. He looked at me and gave my phone back. I took it from him.

" What is your name? " he asked me. No. More like he ordered me to say my name as if challenging me to not day my name. I took a very deep breath in order to maintain some patience and calm.

" Avni. My name is Avni. " I answered him. He glared at me and said " I asked what your name is. Like with the surname attached to it."

I am not going to punch him. I am not going to punch him. I am really not going to punch him.

" Avni Mehra. My name with my coffee surname is Avni Mehra" I said to him gritting my teeth and discreetly adding a dumb fellow which I am sure he couldn't hear. But his lips twitched. " Coffee" He said. " It is my word for f word you dumbass. " I said to him. He was about to smile but when I said dumbass he stopped it. Almost forcefully. And then as usual glared at me.

" What is your purpose being here?" He asked me as of coming from a trance and kept a blank, emotionless face. Why do someone come to restaurant? This dude doesn't even know that. I rolled at my own thoughts and laughed internally. I am going to go to the mental hospital as soon as i an out of here.

" Why do people come to restaurants? " I asked him rhetorically. He didn't answer me. " To eat of course. " I added. " Can I go now?" I asked him.

He didn't answer instead he asked another question. " Why did you come to Cortello restaurant? " . Do I have to take permission of him to go into a restaurant to eat?. " Why should I answer you?" I asked him . " Because we own this restaurant and I am a Cortello." he said. My beating sharpen before calming down. That means he is my brother. " A Cortello?" I asked. He nodded. Okay...

I am questioning my identity here. I am not sure about myself. Life got complicated on a quick turn. Unbelievable but possible.

" I came here on work from India and I decided to eat here and now can I please go?" I asked him. My eyes warmed up without my permission and my voice softened too. He is one of my brothers and I can't reveal my self..... yet. He nodded. I immediately called Radha and asked her to come inside. She came oblivious to my emotions and helped me to my wheel chair. Matteo was shocked. Will he think differently from now? About me. I am scared.

I took one more glance at him before going out. I am emotionally unstable right now.....