I felt somewhat mortified and disgruntled after receiving those texts from RHK*, not to mention livid and extremely revengeful (catch up with the previous chronicles here). How dare he, out of all the people, get involved in my affairs and tell me to back off. His actions didn’t surprise me, although at the time a little shocked, but what worried me more than his actions was his knowledge of Simren and me.
Those messages exchanged between RHK and I took me back to a memory lane which I was reluctant and averse to visit, but had to as they shape up the relationship between RHK and me.
RHK and I are blood related. We are first cousins, where my father and his father are biological brothers. My father has five brothers, where my father is the youngest. Four of his brothers live in the UK, One in South Asia and One in America. We are a big clan. My father is the youngest sibling in his family and I’m the youngest in mine.
Our clan, by that I mean first cousins, is around 35 in total – I’ve not actually counted, it’s an estimate.
RHK is 14 months older than me. Before I appeared in this world, my mum and dad with the rest of my 5 siblings use to live with his brother (RHK father) in a large house in Leeds and RHK was the youngest member of the family. Few months before I was born, my family moved into their own family house, one which my father was slowly renovating in Leeds.
RHK and I have been extremely competitive from day one. As toddlers, we would fight with each other over anything. Before long, my siblings noticed the constant hostilities and war between us as toddlers and recall on few occasions how the elders had a go at each other because of us. I was a big baby when I was born, but by the age of 2 I was well on my way in catching up with RHK in growth.
Our personalities clashed and these became more apparent and noticeable to others around us. I can’t pinpoint why we clash, why the tension between us all the time – it’s just that we are simply two different people with different characters.
The family (my father and uncles) have gradually made it a ritual, a custom, to send most of their children to boarding school. For the boys at the age of 13, and for the girls at the age of either 12 or 13 depending on which boarding school it was. This meant, as a kid there was no getting away with extra home tuition that too at an extremely early age. When RHK hit 13 he was given admission to the same boarding school where the rest of the unfortunate elder cousins had been sent and where I would go 2 years later. This boarding school resides in Berkshire, and it was then while RHK began his new life there I began to forget him and the rivalry between us.
In the two years that RHK wasn’t around, other than summer holidays and family vacations where our families would connect and re-engage, the rivalry between us eroded away somewhat. We both matured and the constant bickering between us lessened.
Finally, at the age of 13 and some months – I landed in the same boarding school as RHK. I remember the induction day, where I knew I had no other choice but to commit, no excuses not to go to school anymore I was practically living in the school. Previously, I had been there a couple of times before mainly for the various entry assessments I had to go through, surprisingly somehow I passed them, and this induction day was the start of my new life, one which I hadn’t experience the anxiety and mixed feelings – it was simply one big confusing picture and a big blur. From here onwards, my life would no longer be the same.
My family and RHK family were confident that both of us at the same boarding school would be a good thing. The very least, being a newcomer RHK would show me the ropes, look after me and get me up to speed with living there. In other words, I’d be more comfortable with RHK living there too. They and I couldn’t have been more wrong.
I think our families realised the troubles between us when towards December of my first year, my father received an unwelcomed, unexpected letter from the housemaster, in which he (the bastard) explained in graphic terms how a friendly cricket game between the houses turned into a type-of-riot. He painted a picture so dreadful that it made my father drive all the way from Leeds to Berkshire to have words with me, in front of the housemaster (the bastard), few academic staff (equal bastards) and RHK. What really happened was RHK and I ended up in a fight, what I do remember is we were on opposite teams during a regular cricket game between (two) houses. I remember coming into bat when RHK and few others begun taunting me, name calling and so on. I did something (which is a little blurred right now) and the situation exploded and descended into an all out tussle where punches and kicks flew in all directions, it also forced other teams members and friends to get involved until we were pulled apart by our house mates and academic staff.
Our relationship at this point was cemented – we would never get on. It meant our families had confirmation of our relationship and the enmity between us – so ensured we were never alone together when with families.
By the time RHK’s education finished at the boarding school, his father (my uncle) had moved to America – with the intention of living there permanently. The main focus for my uncle was to participate in expanding my other uncles businesses in America. This meant RHK moving to America and getting admission into a University there. Over the years, my uncle did extremely well in America, where he established a number of businesses, including a real estate and two restaurants.
Two years later from when RHK finished his education from Berkshire, I too finished and prepared to enter a true student life at University. I was glad to never face RHK again. Over the years RHK become a distant memory. Of course, we knew what was happening in each other’s families, on at an extremely high level. So it wasn’t that bothering anymore.
About 15 months ago RHK and most of his siblings (including his mum) returned to the UK to seek new opportunities. ‘Seeking new opportunities’ in the Asian dictionary means ‘Seeking marriage proposals’. I remember when RHK and his family got settled back into Leeds, they were traditionally invited over for dinner at my mum and dad’s house. I was continually getting phone calls from my mum, my brothers, sister-in-laws and my sisters to confirm that I was coming and making sure I turned up. I think they feared that had I not turned up, not shown my face it would look bad on our relationship, it would raise eyebrows and make people/family – RHK’s family speculate. So despite my reservations about RHK, I did turn up and strangely enough, RHK and I could actually have a civilised discussion. The strangest thing about seeing him again in flesh after so many years was how similar both of us looked I mean, anyone could guess we were first cousins.
Somehow and somewhere RHK has started gaining interest in my life, what I do, who I am associated with, what I’m involved in and who I surround myself with. These interests has reignited his competitiveness with me and fed his feral side. I must admit, RHK up until he text me, didn’t bother me anymore. I know he is successful considering the portfolio of businesses he and his family have both in UK and America, but I’m no longer the same 13 year old kid – I too have expanded my reign and occupy territory and have multiple businesses and a career in healthcare.
The real problem with RHK is, and has always been, his desire to have what I have. It is as simple as that – a despot in the making. Of course, RHK keeping a close eye on me meant it was matter of time until he would click on about my interest in Simren, and unfortunately, somehow amongst my generation people started speculating about me and Simren – which naturally would and eventually did reach RHK.
Without wasting time, he did what he does best, interfere in my life. That to with something I expressed so much interest in – Simren. Yes I am shocked, Yes I am angry and Yes I feel revengeful – especially since RHK and I haven’t even spoken properly, haven’t been in the same room no longer than an hour or so – yet within matter of months he has the nerve to text me such message and stake his interest above mine and being so truculent. I know, right now, while I put this post together he is doing nothing more than to connive, deride and turning Simren against me, exploiting what happened between me and her.
I have two clear options: One – I can avoid the clash with him and indeed move on, or Two – I can do what I have learnt to do – fight for what I feel is right and this is exactly what I intend to do.
I hope, after reading this, you understand the type of person I am dealing with. I feel, had I not written this post about RHK, you wouldn’t have understood why I feel so threatened, upset and angry.
Despite what RHK throws at me – I will never give up. Because I am an open book on this blog – I can write exactly how things have been in the past, are right now and continue to be going into the future, and I must admit that I am scared, scared of losing someone that I want so badly – who I feel is the key for me to change my ways and a companion for life.
…and so, it all begins – yet again.
* Name hidden to protect identity.