Midnight Whispers ||18+

Ch-12

'I'm sorry'

" Yeah, people always say that!!"

Aarav's POV:

I'm driving home right now, seething with anger. I don't want anyone near me because I'm afraid I might lose control.

Usually, I keep my emotions in check, but that girl, Sana... She really crossed the line this time.

I can't believe she actually tried to set fire to my important documents without even considering the danger?

It's clear she hates me, And she'll never willingly want me around. That's why I said those final words of revenge-because it's the only thing that might keep her close to me.

I thought she'd come to her senses when I left the room, but she continues to surprise me with her reckless antics.

Even though I managed to stop her before she got seriously hurt, it's infuriating how careless and revenge-driven she is.

My mind is a chaotic mix of frustration, anger, and confusion. Sana's words about her mother's suffering because of my father's cruelty keep replaying in my mind.

"That's how I felt watching mine suffer because of your father's cruelty. She cried, she suffered, and she is dying of pain because of him."

Does Sana truly meant those words? It's unnerving. While my family has a good reputation in the market and in business, It would be a lie to say my father- Vikram Chauhan, is a saint. Because he's a real life monster...He's a real piece of work.

Sana's actions raise questions..She wouldn't harm my family or business without reason. There's something I'm missing, something I need to uncover urgently..something I don't know, something I need to find out as soon as possible.

I stepped into my father's office, finding him seated in his usual spot by the window, cigarette dangling from his fingers.

"Don't you think people should knock before barging into someone's office?" he questioned.

"Unfortunately and legally I'm your son, so I don't think I need to knock before entering my own father's office," I retorted, feeling the weight of my own impatience.

(I know I should have knocked, but I was in a rush.)

"Oh, is that so? Your father isn't as free as you, my dear son," he replied "I have a lot on my plate, unlike you."

I couldn't hold back the surge of anger. "Oh, I know exactly where my father's 'busy'. Busy making plans with his girlfriend? Or should I say, his side chicks? Maybe he's out there enjoying himself at bars, while I handle the mess caused by his shameless antics!"

"Careful, son," he warned.
"You think you know everything, don't you?" he taunted, his words slicing through the air like shards of ice.

"I know enough," I shot back "Enough to see through your facade, to know the truth behind your lies."

"You forget who you're talking to, boy."

"No, I haven't forgotten," I retorted, my own voice laced with defiance. "But perhaps you've forgotten who you are. A father should protect his family, not drag them down with his reckless behavior."

He father fixed me with a sharp stare, his tone icy. "If I'm such a terrible father, then why are you here?" he demanded.

I shrugged, keeping my voice cool. "Relax, Mr. Vikram Chauhan, I'm not in the mood for a chat with you right now. I just had something to ask," I replied dismissively.