Chapter 11 - Denial

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"Aww is someone jealous?" I know I was getting on his nerves, but I loved it.

"Babe there has to be a competition for me to be jealous but there is none and besides let me tell you, I'm not the one to share things that are mine." He spoke in such a deep voice that it made feel.. things and my cheeks flared up. At this point, I was surely wide awake and for a minute I even forgot that I was annoyed at him for not responding to my texts.

"Oh yeah? Well then I guess there is a competition because atleast he wouldn't leave me on delivered like a fucking idiot for the entire day." And with that I hung up and I couldn't tell what was I more annoyed about, him ruining my sleep or him not answering my texts. Well in both the cases 'he' was common. With that, I headed back to sleep, hoping to resume my wonderful dream if I could.

I lazily woke up, perhaps hours later, I reached for my phone on the side table. With the time reading 2:00pm. Oh shit! I was gonna be late dammit! Even though it was a weekend I did go to office in the afternoon to just do a quick check on any new projects or any new appointments and the minutes of last conducted meetings.

When the fuck will I start to learn punctuality. You may think after being the CEO of such a huge company I would be punctual, it is my deepest regret that I am not. About 6 months ago, I did start to follow a routine. I wake up at 6 in the morning, make myself some green tea, go for a jog and come back by 7.30. Then, I exercise and train in the small gym room I created in the extra room of my apartment to do basic workouts to stay fit, and finally make breakfast or eat at a cafe nearby.

Sometimes I do miss staying with my mom and dad. The way my mom used to nag me until I got up and my dad always used to make my coffee because I liked it best when he made it. I don't what was it about his coffees but they were just simply the best. I miss the warmth of being with my family so much that I can't actually put into words.

But I had to move because I got an amazing job offer and it was around 200 kms away from home. But the opportunity was just too good to turn down and my mom and dad supported me through and through. They knew how important my career was for me and they are the reason for my success today. My dad manage to get this apartment for me on rent about 3 years ago but I was lucky enough to get a good promotion with an even better pay. So, a few months ago, I actually bought it. But not a day goes by when I don't miss them. It's easier acting unbothered or busy than to actually think about it. At times I call friends over to at least not make the house feel more lonely than it does. Don't get me wrong, I do like my independence or my alone time but the lines between being alone and loneliness becomes too blurry once you start living alone.

I still follow my routine regularly but then there are moments like these which bring out my true chaotic and lazy self. Luckily, I had my amazing PA who looked after situations like these and she was truly a gem and an asset for our company. With the toothpaste on my brush, I began my morning routine but avoided going for a jog or working because it was already late. I quickly called my PA first to make sure everything was going smoothly and she reassured me that it was and then I checked my texts with my free hand.

Aditya: 9+ unread messages. This guy was unbelievable. Leaving me on delivered and then bombarding me with so many texts. Not that I complained. Opening his texts, I began to read them aloud while still brushing.

"Hey sweetheart, sorry I couldn't text back on time. I headed back to Kabir's place for FIFA and dinner. I'm genuinely sorry." I read his text with a small smile on my face. Okay he could be really cute sometimes.

"Also, Naina, I wanted to tell you something important. Please text back soon." – 10:26

"Darling, haven't you heard it's rude to ignore someone? Or better yet, the love of your life?" — 11:00. Oh this man. Even through texts he managed to make me feel flustered.

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