Shiddat

Chapter 6

The following morning, the Rajput mansion awoke to an air of subdued tension. The previous night's outburst had left an unmistakable mark on the household, and the effects of Adiraj's rage were evident in the disarray of his room.

Servants and staff moved through the corridors with an uneasy silence, their usual chatter replaced by whispered speculation. The sight of the damage-shattered glass, torn curtains, and scattered papers-was a stark reminder of the turmoil that had unfolded the night before. As the sun's first rays crept through the mansion's windows, they cast a soft light on the chaos, highlighting the extent of the destruction.

Vidyut Rajput, Adiraj's father, was the first to notice the signs of the previous night's upheaval. As he passed Adiraj's room on his way to the morning meeting, the open door and the sight of the wreckage stopped him in his tracks. His expression hardened as he took in the scene, his eyes narrowing in both disappointment and concern.

Adira Rajput, Adiraj's mother, joined him shortly after, her own face betraying a flicker of anger as she took in the state of her son's room. Her gaze swept over the damage; her mind was already calculating the implications. She moved with a controlled grace, but the tightness in her jaw was a clear sign of her displeasure.

As they gathered for breakfast, the atmosphere in the dining room was noticeably strained. The usual warmth and lighthearted conversation were replaced by a heavy silence. Adiraj, arriving late, appeared with a visibly strained expression, his demeanor subdued compared to his usual confidence. The fresh bruises on his knuckles from the previous night's outburst were barely concealed by his sleeves.

Vidyut and Adira exchanged a brief glance before turning their attention to Adiraj. Vidyut broke the silence, his voice steady but carrying an edge. "Adiraj, we need to discuss last night. The damage to your room is unacceptable. This behavior is not how we handle setbacks."

Adiraj's gaze dropped to his plate, a mix of shame and defiance flickering across his face. He remained silent, knowing that no words could excuse the outburst, but his anger simmered just below the surface.

Adira's disappointment was evident in her eyes as she spoke. "We expected you to handle this with more dignity. Instead, you've let your frustration destroy what we've worked so hard to build."

The conversation continued, but it was clear that the focus was on addressing the fallout of Adiraj's actions. The once-ordinary breakfast had become a battleground of reproach and reflection. Adiraj's anger had not only left a mark on his room but had also cast a shadow over the family's morning routine.

In the midst of this, Adiraj's thoughts were already turning to how he would make amends. The previous night's destruction was a stark reminder of the stakes involved. After a quiet and strained breakfast, the Rajput family prepared to leave the mansion for the office. The morning sun was bright, casting a warm glow over the estate. As they stepped out, two luxurious cars were waiting at the grand entrance.

Their car awaited them-a sleek black sedan, its polished surface gleaming in the sunlight. The vehicle exuded a sense of understated sophistication, its dark windows hinting at the luxury within.

As Vidyut and Adira approached, the chauffeur, impeccably dressed in his uniform, opened the car door with practiced precision. The interior of the sedan was a realm of luxury: soft cream-colored leather seats, advanced technology embedded in the dashboard, and an ambiance of refined elegance. The couple slipped into the rear seat, their posture reflecting a mix of exhaustion and resolve. The car's ambient lighting and fine wood paneling offered a cocoon of comfort and privacy, cocooning them from the outside world.

Moments later, Adiraj Rajput made his way towards his own vehicle. His car, a dark charcoal-gray sedan, stood ready-a symbol of prestige yet more reserved than his parents' vehicle. Its sleek, understated design spoke of a refined sense of style. The chauffeur, standing by with a respectful nod, opened the door for Adiraj, who slid into the black leather seats. Though not as extravagant, the car was equipped with modern conveniences and offered a comfortable ride. The tinted windows provided a semblance of privacy, allowing Adiraj to brood over the events of the previous night.