Author POV

After dropping Vatika outside her home, Vyas left from there without wasting any time. The car drove in silence before Dilip thought to break it. "Vyas baba bura na mane toh ek baat puchu ?" (Vyas sir, if you don't mind then can I ask you a question ) "Ask". Vyas said in permission."Are you in love with her ?" Dilip said to the point with a little bit of fear in his voice. He didn't want to displease the young prince of Shrivastav.

"Whom" Vyas asked, though he knew the answer. " The girl we just dropped right now". Dilip causationly asks. "Why do you think that ?" Vyas said playing the word game giving Dilip a chance to explain. "Sir you could have easily dropped her to the station instead of directly sending her home. Also you took the longest route instead of the shortcut to reach her home. Then also you never asked her address ".

Vyas didn't reply anything to Dilip's interesting logic. He simply closed his eyes and leaned his head towards the window. Mindlessly Vyas looks outside deep in his thought. When the car reached home, Vyas got down the car and opens the gate of his home.

"No it's my turn now" "Let me finish my program" "It's not fair". When Vyas entered his home, he came face to face with the chaos. His cousins are fighting over who will get to watch the T.V. His mother and eldest aunty are tugging a big pot deciding who will do the work.

"What do you mean that I am selfish?!". His grandmother is playfully arguing with his grandfather, he must have teased her again. Truly Vyas's family is no less than a zoo.

Seeing the chaos, he walked up the stairs to his room. "Vyas get freshen up, I will arrange your supper". His younger aunty said from behind. Vyas simply nodded his head in acknowledgedment.

Entering his room, he puts his bag on his desk. He starts to untying his tie. He opens his shirt revealing his nakedness. If someone sees him now then then will surely get a heart attack. Vyas must be 17 but he works out a lot so he is ripped. He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his dress pant, showing his strong thighs. His briefs the only thing protecting his nudity.

He opens the washroom door, putting his towel on the sink. Vyas pulls the shower door open and stands under the shower head. Twisting the knob, water falls on him, drenching him. Vyas stands there wet in the shower getting freshen up.

After a fifteen minutes shower, Vyas comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Another towel on his shoulder, use to dry his hair. Some droplets of water are still on his body, glistening in light.

Drying his hair, Vyas sat on his bed and statted wearing his clothes. A simple pair of sweatpants and a sleeveless black vest.
His triceps popping out.

Vyas was styling his hair when his eyes fell on a inconspicuous trinket box in one of his drawer. One will easily be suspicious to see a girly stuff on a teenage boy's dresser. The box is quite old but one can say that it is kept in great care.

Vyas opens the lock and takes out an old picture. The picture has some rough edges which indicates it's old age but it is still kept in great nurture. Vyas looks at the picture and starts think about the past.