Nishil's POV
I wake up to hearing my phone yell repeatedly. I kind of.. had alcohol after months. I mostly stay away because that can be a minus to my Political Career. But I had, since I couldn't sleep. I need something to lull me. Alcohol did that for me.
I take my phone. Look at the name on the screen. And I see my father's contact. I instantly throw the phone to the wall and it broke to pieces.
I close my eyes and wanting to sleep. But I can't. I stir on my bed for few minutes and still couldn't find the darkness I want to seep in. So I give up trying to sleep and sit on my bed.
I look at the clock that read 3 and look out of the window. The sun is still there. That means it is evening. I sigh. I don't even know how my schedule is working at this point.
I only texted my father
