MY LOVABLE POSSESSIVE MATE

We had packed all our stuff and were moving towards a small villa. It was a 12-hour journey and we were all sweating and tired. The weather was hot and humid. we were like chickens being boiled in the oven.

After a long tiresome journey we arrived at the house around 10 pm. The place had a small pond with a vegetable garden growing next to it. I knew that my aunt was taking care of it. She said she would visit us every day till we behaved like proper adults. Something I knew would never happen because aunt Rosy was always busy with her company. She was a fashion Designer and had won many awards for her designs. she would always travel the world learning more about fabric and designs. I could say she was a curious little kid.

The house had an open foyer leading to the living room, the interiors had a warm and cozy feeling.Something our family needed. We started exploring the house to choose our rooms.

My father choose the room on the ground floor.While I and my brother battled for room with balcony.

' I came first, this room is mine' I said trying to close the door.

' brother's first, sister's second' he said pushing in his leg between the door.

'plwzzz big bro' I said making an innocent smile.

'plwzzz little sis' he said imitating me.

I had to use my last weapon ' I will tell dad that you were dating' I gave him a satisfied victory smile looking at him. and we both knew who stayed in the room with the balcony.

'fine take it, but never let me catch you with a guy because that will be the end of him' he said going to room beside mine.

My brother had a 2-year long relationship with Naina, she was hot and good looking, they both were always in their honeymoon period fondling around each other. you ask me how I know this?, its because I was always third-wheeling between them. He wanted to come out about their relationship on our mother's birthday but she left us before that.

And after he got involved in drugs, their relationship started going haywire. There were always fights between them, about how he was becoming a jerk just because of his mom's death. That really pissed my brother off. So when the opportunity came, that we were going to the countryside, he broke up with her, giving the long-distance relationship reason.

I had to admit, his girlfriend was self-obsessed and always cared about her Facebook likes then anything. So in a way, it was good, but I'm not a good judge, so me and my brother never had the 'talk' about love or life.

I was happy with how things were sailing, my father who had promised to quit drinking and my brother who had also promised to quit taking drugs. I could see hope for a better happy life. And this place was the one which would do that