-The Mess -

"I am sorry, please forgive me!" I said as my parents ignored me.

"Please papa, forgive me! I am sorry!" Tears were rolling down my face as I begged for my parent's forgiveness. They just ignored me. It is the worst feeling ever. I was literally on my knees asking..no begging for forgiveness but nothing worked.

Suddenly papa faced me. "You disgraced us. You have lost all your rights to call us your parents. Just go away and never show us your face again." He said and walked away with my mother, leaving behind me, a complete mess.

What have I done? I let my hate for a man ruined my relationship with my parents for forever.

Suddenly everything went blank, The regret, the sadness, the guilt it was eating me and I was drowning. It was hard to breath. Nothing could save me. Nobody could help me. Everything around me just disappeared only leaving behind empty darkness. I was suffocating in the air of my regret. I was falling down, the sea of my mistakes ready take me in and never let go.

I woke up with a huge scream, It was a nightmare! And it was really a nightmare because I was in my bed not on couch like last time. I saw time in my alarm clock and it was 7 a.m. What?

"Arghh!! Damn this alarm clock!" I said to no one and threw the alarm clock towards the wall smashing it into many little pieces, just like my life.

The nightmare I had could possibly turn into reality the moment I will contact my parents. Who knows what will be their reaction? Mr. Kapoor used the word 'we' did that include my parents too?

There were so many unanswered questions that literally made it difficult to think. I had many questions to ask to so many people. I wanted to know certain answers from Mr.Kapoor, Did he really forgave me? Did his 'we' included my parents? Is there any hidden motive behind this sudden forgiveness?

I have questions to ask to my parents, Did they forgive me? Do they still accept me as their daughter now? Have I lost their trust for forever? Is their anger more powerful than my apologies?

I have questions to ask to Axel, Why was he distraught when he saw me with Vivaan ?

And most importantly I have a truckload of questions for Vivaan Kapoor, What happened that night at club? Why he keeps calling me his fiance? What was the game he was referring to when I was eavesdropping on his conversation with his father? What was the deal with Stella? Why he made me go to that coffee cum meeting with his parents? Why did he even care about me dressing right? Why can't he keep his nose away from my business? Why does he wants me to talk to my parents?

And I have questions for myself too, How can I let myself get effected by a person I've met only 2 days ago? Why did I get comfortable when he held my hand? Why can't I get enough courage to talk to my parents? And why I am even bothering about making this mental list ?

I checked time and it was 4 a.m. I don't feel like going to office but I was already on leave yesterday. I decided to go on a run around the block to clear my head. I wore my hoodie, sweat pants and sport shoes. With my earphones on blaring loud enough music in my ears to make me forget about the world, I started my run. I crossed buildings and shops which were all closed. The morning was calm unlike my mind.

After a few minutes, I decided to turn off music and enjoy the calmness of the morning. It was surprisingly quiet. And it was strangely soothing. Why do we all find this type of relaxation in quietness and peace? Why can't we find it in the regular loud routines? Is it because the peace of mind is somewhere lost ? We crave for this peaceful quiet surroundings so much that we no longer appreciate the loudness, it has no value at all. It is not at all a soothing relaxing experience.

My life has always been peaceful and quiet, and I've always enjoyed loudness. But since I've run away, the peace is so long gone that now it is like an endangered animal. Loudness is no longer appreciated. I don't even know what made me think all this! My life is a big mess and somehow it is affecting my thought process more than I actually wanted.

I walked a little and at 6 decided to head back to the apartment. I took a long hot shower to clear all my thoughts. I wore simple jeans and top. I ate my cornflakes and headed to the work.

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The moment I entered the office there was a very angry looking Skylar, and I remembered how I forgot to call her and Axel.

"So you didn't even care to return our calls to let us know you are alive." she huffed and folded her arms around her chests waiting for an explanation. I felt like she is my teacher asking me to explain why I didn't completed my home work.

" I am really sorry, Sky. I had this horrible hangover and I was sleeping the whole day." I lied partly, I by no means want to dump my truckload of troubles on her.

"That's because you drunk too much." I heard Axel's voice behind me as he approached us.

"Hi Axel" I greeted him but he ignored it.

"What even made you drink so much of vodka? What came over you?" Skylar asked, as I stood there like a statue ready to be shitted upon by pigeons.

"I am sorry...It was an impulsive decision." I said after a minute or so and Skylar nodded. "Don't do this again, we were so worried about you. If it was not for Mr.Kapoor, you could have gotten into god knows how much trouble." She said with concern visible on her face. I nodded and smiled at her. I noticed Axel's face darkened and after Skylar returned to her desk I turned my gaze towards him.

"Axel, I know what you saw didn't look right but I swear it was nothing like what you thought..It was just a big misunderstanding." My voice was pleading for him to understand as I tried to make my point clear to him.

He smiled a little but it did not have the same flair "It is alright. I'll see you later." He said and like a man of authority walked towards his office.

I was now more than curious to know what happened that night, how did I even end up with Vivaan carrying me to my apartment?

My mind was once again full of questions but I ignored them all as I drowned myself in the work. What a mess my life has become?!

I have to have a talk with Vivaan Kapoor soon, either I like it or not.

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Okay...This is more like a filler chapter which do not have much. I wrote a whole lot of shit in this chapter, I know but just forgive this mere author for this sinful deed. Sometimes, I just have this itch to write stuff and post it.

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