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✨CHAPTER 9✨

 
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"Eventually you hit that point where you're no longer interested in convincing people that how you feel and who you are is valid and decide that as long as you know your truth and what works for you, that's what matters......................"
 

Vatsal woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and a dull pain in his neck, the result of having slept in an uncomfortable position. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the harsh morning light. He rubbed his eyes, trying to piece together the fragments of the previous night.

As the haze of sleep and alcohol began to clear, he realized he had no clear memory of his conversation with Shubhita. He recalled bits and pieces, snippets of a harsh exchange, but the details were lost in a fog of intoxication. He groaned, knowing he had likely said things he would regret.

Vatsal glanced at his phone, noticing a few messages from his usual texters. His head pounded with each passing second as he attempted to sit up, wincing at the stiffness in his neck. He reached for a glass of water on the table, taking slow sips to ease his dehydration.

The guilt started to creep in as he tried to remember the conversation with Shubhita. He couldn’t remember everything, but he knew he had been cruel. There was a heaviness in his chest as he thought about his words, and he felt a pang of shame. He didn’t want to be that person, but the pressure from everything – his father, his work, and his own insecurities often pushed him to the edge.

Dragging himself off the mattress, he stumbled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face in an attempt to wake up fully. The reflection staring back at him in the mirror looked as tired and defeated as he felt. He had been harsh with Shubhita, he knew that much. He just didn’t know how to make it right. He didn’t have enough courage to call her first thing in the morning.

As he got ready for the day, Vatsal’s thoughts drifted to the newsroom. His job at the news channel was both demanding and unrelenting. The previous day had been particularly rough, with disagreements with the broadcasting committee over content choices and editorial direction. The stress from work compounded his frustrations at home, creating a vicious cycle he struggled to break.

By the time he reached the office, he was already running late. His colleagues greeted him with concerned looks, noting his dishevelled appearance and the dark circles under his eyes. He forced a smile, muttering something about a rough night.