Chapter Nine

A knock on Vikrant's bedroom door brought him out of his reverie and he got out of bed, padded barefoot to the door and opened it.

"Hey son." It was his father.

"Hey dad." He left the door open and walked back into the room. "When did you get back?"

"A little while ago." Rohan Suryavanshi had named his son after him and not to confuse anyone else about the names, decided to use his middle name which was Rohan after his son was born. "How are you?"

Vikrant plopped down on the sofa in front of his bed with a sigh. "I'm fine dad."

"Are you really?" Rohan arched a brow as he settled down on the wingback chair facing the floor to ceiling window.

"To be honest, I don't know." Vikrant replied. "I'm bored out of my mind and I have a thousand and one things on my mind."

"Like what? It helps to talk about whatever is on your mind." His father offered.

"I'm sure you have something more important to do than listen to me talk."

"Son..."

"I am not accusing you of anything dad." Vikrant was quick to