Aap Koun Hai? PT 1

Confession For Real💕

I sit inside the car , looking through the blurry, droplet stained panes, my thoughts in another world from reality.

I can't make anything out of the swirls of colors on the windows, just the pitter patter thuds of the rain beating the freshly painted roads and the cold ac running in the car.

So it's true.

I figured it out-what everyone craved to know I knew. I can find some sort of evidence for all of this and write the article and then publish it on Drama Quill.

The path is literally carved out for me, all I have to do is keep up this act for a little more time and then-everything will be perfect-everything will be normal again

My website will explode with fame once I publish the article of Mystery boy, Mr.Leela will leave me alone, I'll have better protection of my website for as long as Mr.Leela is alive, my friendship with Amara will return back to normal and it will all be just fine.

Except Vihaan.

What will he do once he finds out?

I shudder at the thought-he won't find out right?

I flinch at the click sound of the door.

Rearing back my hands from the window, I swivel my head around, only to see the bleary image of Vihaan getting in

The door slides open and he stands in front, his suite dotted with dark patches of rain, his hair slicked back and smooth and a foolish grin stretches on his lips across his cheeks ,as his hands struggle to hold something behind him.

He seems oblivious to the storm in my head.

I blink "What's wrong with you?"

But my harsh retort doesn't waver his smile, instead he climbs in on his seat and turns to me, his hands still locked behind his back.

I try to lean in and get a peak of what he was holding, but he blocks my way.

I roll my eyes and fall back in my seat.

"What?" I ask irritated.

But his smile only rises higher.

"I am sorry for what happened today"

With that he swings his hands forward and my jaw drops to the seat.

He holds out a twenty inch wide bouquet of navy blue roses.

My breath, my heartbeat and my movements stop. Only my eyes blink wildly at the scene in front of me. This man is holding a 29 inch bouquet of navy blue roses for me?? As an apology???

I gawk at the roses, the deep blue swirls and curls in the center that flare out from the middle going back.There are At Least a hundred of them in the bouquet-too much for me to count.

They remind me of the midnight sky-a clear dark blue painting, with lone stars, no fog, no lights, no dirt-just the pure clean night sky.

The scent begins to diffuse in the car, the sweet metallic scent, sneaking into my nostrils and traversing the area. By that time, Vihaan realizes I am not going to take it, so he stuffs it into my hands and turns to his front, where the driving wheel is.

I shift my gaze between him and the huge blue in my hands, weighing me down.

The door slams close and he starts the car.

"Excuse me!" I blurt. My jaw rests on the bouquet and he looks at me, dark shades covering his eyes.

"Yes" he raises a cocky brow.