Author's POV
£ Delhi
€ 11:42 PM
The metro city Delhi, one of the most crowded city, and the capital of India, was as crowded as ever.
Some were already slept, and some were awake — enjoying the night life of the city.
But there was a person, who was wide awake, but enjoyment was far away from him.
A person could only see the expressions of worry on his handsome face.
Adhrit Mishra, who was almost running in the alleys, that led to his house.
His sneakers hit the pavement in frantic rhythm, sweat rolling down his temples, eyes scanning the deserted lanes.
He wasn’t just late.
He was deadly late.
He went to his friend's house, to discuss about some future plans, and the upcoming results of their MBA exams, but soon, out of nowhere, a plan got made up, and they both went out for a little trip with some of their other friends.
He lied at his home, that he was still at his friend's house, and he was regretting that now, because, he got extremely late.
His bike broke down, and his phone was also switched off.
He knew, by now, everyone at home would have got to know about the lie, and that was what made him worried.
"Mahadev, please save me...", he whispered, breath ragged. "I swear, no more lying — ever again."
The dim streetlights played across his face — sharp jawline, soft features, black and brown curls brushing against his forehead.
He was a boy of sincerity, clothed in chaos tonight.
His innocent, ocean-blue eyes shimmered with guilt and fear, as he sprinted through the shadows toward his home.
£ Mishra Nivas
Inside the living room, the tension was heavy as glass.
Namish Mishra, stern as ever, paced the floor with arms crossed. "This boy thinks rules don’t apply to him. He told me, he had to do very important discussion, and now he’s nowhere. Learnt even how to lie to his father..."
"Papa...", Arjun, his elder son, began gently, "he’s only twenty-one. No need to be this much harsh on him..."
Namish’s glare silenced him immediately.
Ruchi, Arjun's wife, stood quietly in the corner, biting her nails.
She was worried for Adhrit, because he was just like her younger brother.
Everyone was busy in their thinking, just when, the door creaked open.
Adhrit stepped in — breathless, heart pounding.
As soon as his eyes met with Namish's hardened one, his heart started pounding more pacefully.
He tried to explain with his buffering words, "Listen... I know, I’m late but — Papa, I swear—"
Namish’s expression hardened, and he stopped him to speak further, with the gesture of his hand.
He opened his mouth to lash out at him, but before the storm could fall—
"Enough."
Everyone, who was looking at Namish and Adhrit with worry, finally sighed in relief.
Gayatri Mishra, the matriarch, stood at the corridor’s end — dignified in her soft cotton saree, eyes sharp, behind her spectacles.
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