KIARA'S POV.
Home.
Home is a word which brings you peace and happiness but to me it's only a disaster, stress.
Today i was going back to India as i study in New York, Manhattan. I recently graduated and my parents have been telling me to visit India as i alwayssss try to ignore and dodge the "talk" of coming to India, Now, i don't have any excuse but to return to India for my parents satisfaction. It's actually no use, it's all bullshit there's nothing to do and those fucking relatives alwayssss nagging about something as if i give a fuck about it.Don't get me wrong, i love my parents, but sometimes, they're just too much to handle. However, this time i decided to go. Just two more hours and I'll land in hell, i mean my house, India.It's been thirty mins since I landed in India, my father sent a driver to pick up. It took me one hour until i was standing in front of my house after 2 years it feels weird but definitely not nostalgic or happiness. I entered through the gigantic and elegant doors and there sat my mom, talking to someone on the cell phone. She didn't even notice that i was standing infront of her. Was i really that unimportant to her. She looked so indulged while talking to someone that she was oblivious to her surroundings. I couldn't stand there anymore so i turned on my heel and went towards my room.
God i was so tired that i directly threw myself on the bed. I looked around my room, it was still the same as i left it two years ago.
Wow...
My room was the only place in this house where i found peace and cried of remorse.
I freshened up, changed my clothes into something comfortable. Gosh i was freaking hungry that i could eat a whole ass goat... Just kidding i don't prefer eating red meat, it makes me feel like throwing up.. You know.
However i went downstairs and saw my mom,she was instructing some servants. She turned and saw me standing, she looked shocked when she saw me.
"when did you come and why didn't you tell me?"
"how will you notice if you're so indulged in gossiping mom?". Well, it's been an two hours since I'm here. "
" sorry i was just talking to Ayesha. "Ayesha?"
" Ayesha Malhothra , she invited me over her sons engagement, he came back from California. And she told me to bring you along "
" I'm sorry but i can't go, I've work "
" you have to go, everybody wants to meet you, for once can't you leave your work and give some time to your family and relatives? "
" pardon me, which relatives and family are you talking about?
The ones who were always there to criticize me on each and everything i did? I'm sorry mom, but I've had enough, I'm done. Can you guys cooperate with me for once in life? "
"learn to respect others and no more excuses and you'll be coming with me tomorrow to the engagement and that's final, no more discussion"
I left from there as i couldn't take it anymore, i knew this would happen, i actually saw it coming, i always do but can do nothing about it.
I was hungry as shit, i told the chef to make something as i didn't have energy to go out and have lunch.
The chef made me pasta and butter chicken with naan i know weird combination but i like it.
I didn't see my father anywhere, so i assumed he would be at his work, i thought he would be home cos i was coming but I'm so delusional sometimes. However it's night and i was sitting in my room and scrolling through my phone but suddenly i heard a knock on my door.
"come in"
"umm Mam, Sir is here and he's calling you downstairs."
"ok, you can go, I'll be there in a minute."
After the servant left, i sighed and mentally prepared myself for whatever was coming my was and i had to keep my cool.
You can do this Kiara!!
I encouraged myself and went downstairs. I saw my father sitting on the sofa like a boss he is. He always looked intimidating and scary but not now.
I went near him and sat on the sofa
"hey dad"
"Hey, your mom told me that you misbehaved with her were talking bad about the relatives. What's the problem, can't you behave properly?"
"Dad i just came today and you're asking me this instead of asking my well being, i fucking came after two whole fucking years"
"language kiara, watch it"
"why should i and for the instance, they deserve the disrespect, i was foolish for expecting affection from even after 2 years but stupid me thinking like that, i should've known that affection is a word which doesn't even exist in his dictionary." well i gotta go, i can't stay here "
I didn't wait for their reply and left from there. I was fuming in anger and to blow off steam i drive at an insane speed that's what brings me peace, it's my way to blow off steam.
I sat in my Ford mustang. I always had this car over here. I put the key in the ignition and started while the car made a loud sound making me smile. I always loved they way it roared. I started driving at a very high speed until a came came i front of me with the same speed, i lost control and stepped on the break too hard that i hit my head on the steering wheel. I looked up and saw an Audi rs7. I was freaking mad that i stormed out of my car to see who had the guts to pull such a stunt. And then suddenly a handsome man, having black jet hair with Grey eyes, so rare. He was wearing all black.god he was so handsome and hot...
Who is he.----------------------------------------------------------------------
Hey readers!!
The first chapter is out! how's it? i know it's a bit boring and obviously short but i promise it'll get juicy once it moves forward and I'll try to write longer chapters for you guys. Don't worry!!
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