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KABIR'S POV
Phew! Finally, the meeting is over. Thank goodness! After enduring that hour and a half long meeting, I let out a sigh of relief. I quickly got up from my desk and made my way to my cabin to meet Aadhira. My PA had already informed me that she had arrived, so I didn't want to keep her waiting any longer. I hoped she wouldn't be angry at me for making her wait.
With thoughts racing through my mind and silently praying to God to save me from her potential anger (even though I hadn't seen her angry before), I stood outside my cabin, taking a deep breath. I felt a bit nervous as I slowly and quietly opened the door, trying to peek inside to see what she was up to.
But the extreme silence in my cabin made me a bit confused so I opened it more to check when my eyes landed on Aadhira who was sitting or more like lying on my arm chair and her eyes was also closed. Does that means she slept?
Thinking this question in my mind , I moved inside the cabin and went to her taking slow steps only to realise that she slept waiting for me as her mobile was still in her hands on her lap and smile formed on my face at her cuteness as she was looking so adorable and cute sleeping like a kid. I didn't realize till when I was staring at her when it hit me about her cervical issue and this posture will only worsen her pain . Shaking my head at her carelessness I went near her and decided to place her on the sofa where she can atleast sleep properly as because of the yesterday nights events , she must not be able to sleep properly.
I carefully lifted her in my arms, trying my best not to disturb her peaceful sleep and made my way to the sofa during which she snuggled closer to me, giving me those strange, fluttery sensations in my stomach for the first time in my life and a small smile came to my face looking at her cuteness . I gently placed her on the sofa, with her head resting on my lap. I settled down, with my laptop on the other half of my lap, ready to continue with my work until she woke up.
As I typed away on my laptop, I didn't even realised that when the fingers of my left hand got tangled in her silky hair while I was caressing her head . Her hair was so smooth and soft, I couldn't help but caress them gently. I have to admit, I really liked her hair. She looks absolutely stunning when her hair is down, especially when she washes them and dries them with a towel. It's a sight that always makes me go, "Ooh god!"
"Control Kabir control , abhi dobara chata nhi khana hai tujhe , vaise bhi pichli baar ka hi 3 din tak dard kiya tha" (Kabir, control yourself. You don't want another slap, do you? Especially after the three days of pain last time,) I mumbled to myself, snapping out of my trance.
I placed a hand on my cheek, remembering the sting from her slap. It wasn't the first time she had slapped me, considering our stupid still innocent childhood fights , but that time it was different that had her pain and hurt in that slap.
I glanced at her peaceful face as she slept, and couldn't help but caress her soft cheeks. I gently tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear, admiring her beauty. She isn't just beautiful; she is something more, something that always left me wanting more whenever I looked at her. I just hope that our lives don't lead us down any wrong path now.
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It was 4 o'clock when I woke up to a call. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness. As I looked down, I noticed Aadhira stirring on my lap. She was starting to wake up, her eyes slowly opening while dizziness was still there.
"Good morning, Ira," I said with a hint of sarcasm, but my expression showed that I was serious. She frowned at my remark, but after a few seconds, she replied, "Good morning? It must be evening, Kabir. I didn't even realize when I fell asleep." She yawned and tried to get up, stretching her arms. I helped her sit up on the couch, placing a cushion behind her back for support and comfort.
"Wait, how did I end up here? I remember sitting on that chair," she said, suddenly realizing the situation and looking at me for an explanation.
"Yeah, the chair has this amazing feature where it automatically throws anyone who falls asleep on it onto the couch," I replied, mockingly. She turned her head towards me with excitement, as if she believed my words, and asked, "Really?"
"Of course not, Ira. That was just a sarcastic remark. I actually carried you here. But why didn't you just sleep on the couch if you were feeling sleepy?" I asked her softly, but with a hint of firmness. She kept looking down at her lap, fidgeting with her dress.
"Well... umm... actually, I liked sitting on the chair, and I didn't realize when I fell asleep. It was just so comfortable, I am sorry" she replied, her voice slightly hesitant.
"Next time, if you say sorry, I'll leave you alone with Buzo," I replied, playfully warning her. She looked at me with wide eyes, and I continued, taking her hand in mine.
"It's okay, Ira. You don't have to be sorry for every other thing you do , okk? Besides, I know you were tired because of yesterday, so it's alright .Bs Tum thk ho na? Mere liye utna kaafi hai so relax ,(Are you feeling better now? That's all that matters to me so relax) And please, stop saying sorry everytime " I said, drawing the small circles at the back of her palm from my thumb and she noded at me making me smile.
She then raised herself up, looking at my face, and wrapped her arms around my torso, hugging me from the side. Her head was resting on my shoulder, leaning on me lazily giving me wierd sensations in my stomach . It took me by surprise, but I couldn't deny that I liked it. My hot cheeks and red neck were evidence of that. I wrapped my arms around her waist, bringing her closer, and we sat there in comfortable silence for a while untill,
"You liked the welcome? Or is there any problem?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"I just lovvvved it, you know! It was so fab!" she exclaimed excitedly, removing herself from my embrace. She used her hands to explain how much she loved it, and the shine in her eyes made me feel satisfied.
"And you know what? It was the first time I ever received such an amazing welcome. They were all so nice to me. I feel like I should come here every day if that's how they'll welcome me," she exclaimed.
"Which means, now I'll have to pay my staff extra salary every day for this extra work," I commented, causing her to look a bit confused.
"What do you mean? Did you actually pay them extra for that?" she asked, raising both eyebrows in surprise. I nodded my head in agreement, expecting her to praise me or something, but instead, she put a hand over her mouth, showing her shock.
"Kya hua , meri tareef nhi krogi ab iske liye?" (What happened? Won't you praise me for this?) I asked, playfully raising the collar of my suit jacket, hoping for an excited hug or something. But what she did next was beyond my imagination, leaving me looking at her in disbelief.
"Tareef kis baat ki? Bilkul hi buddhu ho aap, itne se kaam ke liye extra pay karna pada aapko. Kaise boss ho aap, ekdm useless. Itna toh hum teachers apne students se bol de toh vo khushi khushi kar de,"(What are you praising? You're so silly, having to pay extra for such a small task. How can you be a boss, completely useless? If we say this to our students, they would happily do it) she said, playfully slapping my forehead while giving me a silly look. I narrowed my eyes at her in mock annoyance.
Only a girl like her can react like this. And mom was calling her a gold digger, and I was even more foolish to believe her. I thought to myself, shaking my head.
"Accha okay, leave it. Now tell me, who escorted you?" I asked, trying to divert her attention from my not-so-stupid work. Even though I had already instructed Daksh to take care of every single thing in advance as the last-minute meeting had messed up my plan a bit because of which I wasn't able to enjoy her reaction live , but it's ok.
"Shreya escorted me, she's really sweet and funny too," she explained, unaware that I already knew Shreya well since she's the younger sister of one of my friends. She's just here for some experience, but she's really cute.
"And you know what?" she said, her excitement evident in her voice. I matched her expression and replied, "What?"
"She even asked me to ask you to increase her salary," she replied, giggling. I couldn't help but laugh along with her.
"Accha, you must be hungry, right? Shall I order something?" I asked remembering the fact that she came here earlier. However, she immediately declined, saying she'll have something when we go out. It seemed more like she had already made up her mind and I just agreed.
"Ok, so now tell me, what about shopping? Do you want to go for it, or should I drop the plan?" I asked, looking at her to know her preference as it was already 5:30.
"Umm, no... I'm not feeling like going shopping now, it's tiring," she replied pouting.
"Then what do you want to do now?" I asked to know if she had some other plans.
"Can't we just go somewhere else?" she asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.
"Where?" I asked her furrowing my brows in confusion
"Offo Kabir, what's the benefit of you being the CEO of such a big industry when I'm the one who tells you everything?" She said with a disbelief shaking her head at my response.
"Oh, really?" I asked, raising my brow at her and smirking playfully.
"Yess," she replied confidently.
"Wait," she said, showing me her palm and tapping her index finger on her chin, pretending to think or probably actually thinking.
"I have an idea," she said suddenly, grabbing my attention and turned towards me and made me do the same by holding my shoulders. "We can go to the 'la-la Land fair' which is very famous here. Kiaan told me about this earlier, but we couldn't go because of some work. Now, I really want to go there with you!" she exclaimed, her excitement contagious.
"Whatt! No, Aadhira, that's not safe. Those places are very crowded and unhygienic," I replied as soon as she mentioned the fair, knowing how crowded it can get.
She scrunched her nose at my response, clearly not happy with my answer.
"Aisa kuch nahi hota hai, leke nahi jana to saaf bolo na," (Nothing like that happens, just say it clearly if you don't want to go) she replied, crossing her arms over her chest and turning her face away, showing her anger.
"No, Aadhira, please don't argue. That's not a good place. We can go some other time, but for now, let's find another place to go," I replied, trying to make her understand. But it seems like she's not in the mood today.
She rolled her cute doe eyes at me, knowing very well that I won't take her there at any cost.
"Haha, pata hai, khud to bachpan mein jaate rehte the na vaha pe aur baad mein jab bhi mujhse milte the, hamesha chidhate the. Tum chahte hi nahi ki main vaha enjoy karu," ( Yeah yeah I know, you used to go there all the time in your childhood and whenever we met later, you would always tease me. You just don't want me to have fun there.) she said, pointing her index finger at me and narrowing her eyes with a pout on her face while I just looked at her in disbelief and immediately shook my head in a No.
"No, Aadhira, that place is very crowded. You won't like it, I know. Plus, you might also feel suffocated there," I said, once again trying to convince her. But it seems like nothing is going to work out today.
"Arrre, I am perfectly fine and strong, see," she said, showing me her invisible biceps.
"Nooo," I said again, thinking of it as a last try to deny.
"Please na Kabir, please, please, chalte hai na," (let's go) she insisted a lot. But when I didn't agree, she took a deep breath and said, after a pause, "Fineee, Mai Kiaan ke sath hi chali jaungi, mujhe bhi kahi nahi jana, rakh lo apni shopping apne paas."( Alright, I'll go with Kiaan then. I don't want to go anywhere either, keep your shopping to yourself) She gave me a very disappointed and angry look, which I obviously couldn't resist anymore.
"Okay, we are going, happy now?" I asked, pinching her cheek lightly. She jumped in excitement, thanking me and promising not to ask for anything else.
"Thank you so much, itne bhi sadu nahi ho aap vaise, (you aren't that much bad) I promise I won't ask for anything else," she replied, squeezing my cheeks in return, making me smile widely.
"Then I am not going to take you there" I replied, looking at her while she got confused.
"Why? Ek baar m decide kr lo Kabir, baar baar dimag kharab mt kro mera," (make up your mind once , don't mess up with my brain all the time) she asked, knitting her brows .
"Shaant shaant, mera vo mtlb nhi tha. (Calm down , calm down , I didn't mean that) I mean because you just can't say that you won't ask me again for anything else. Because I want you to ask me, to fight for me for things. Whenever you want something, you have the whole right on me, okay?" I replied to her calmly.
"Okay, cutie!" she exclaimed, playfully pinching my cheeks. I winced a little and playfully shook my head at her mischievousness.
"Alright, but promise me that you'll take care of your health no matter what. Only then we can go to the fair," I said, gently rubbing my cheeks where she had pinched.
"Promise, promise, promise, pinky promise! Accha, abhi chale vrna fair band hua na to dekhna tum"( Okay, let's go now before the fair closes, or else you'll see what I do to you!) she exclaimed with excitement. She hopped off the couch, quickly fixing her hair, eager to make the most of our time.
I chuckled at her response and shook my head at her antics while agreeing with her.
"Okk then get ready, we are going there," I said to her, moving towards the washroom to wash my face.
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AADHIRA'S POV
"Let's go," he said, his hand tightly holding mine as he stood before me, looking absolutely dashing with his perfectly styled hair. I couldn't help but secretly admire him, my gaze fixated on his handsome face.
He looked so incredibly handsome that I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, not even for a second. And the fact that he's mine, it fills me with this weirdly amazing feeling that makes my stomach flutter like a zoo. I don't know how long this feeling will last, but right now, it feels beautiful. I just want to savor this moment, where someone is putting in effort for me, even if it's because of guilt or anything else.
"Ahhhhhh, this man is seriously driving me insane. I feel like I'm going to develop a crush on him again, and I really don't want that to happen," I thought to myself, getting lost in my own thoughts.
Suddenly, I snapped out of my trance and realized that we had left his cabin and were now standing near the reception area. There were employees bustling around us, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.
Just then, Kabir's voice filled the room, breaking the silence. "Good evening, everyone!" he exclaimed, bringing me back to reality.
In response, everyone warmly greeted him, their voices filled with enthusiasm. Without wasting a moment, he got straight to the point, his words carrying a sense of authority and importance.
"Alright, let me start by expressing my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you for your hard work and the warm welcome you extended to my wife. I want to make something absolutely clear to all of you. The woman standing beside me is not just any random person. She is my wife, and she is also my boss. So I expect each and every one of you to treat her with the same respect and courtesy whenever she visits, even in my absence. Because her disrespect is my disrespect. I hope that's crystal clear. Have a great day, everyone. Thank you for your time. Now, you can all get back to your work."
As he spoke those words, our fingers intertwined once again, and we walked out of the office. I couldn't help but stare at him, wondering if this man had truly changed or if it was just a temporary shift. The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I hoped that he wouldn't revert back to his old ways the next morning.
"Why did you say that? There was no need for it," I finally blurted out, unable to keep my thoughts to myself any longer.
"Why not? They should know to respect their boss's wife, their ultimate boss," he replied, casually shrugging his shoulders as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Staring at someone is not good Mrs. Kabir" he says bringing me out of the trance when we were walking towards the car and I quickly averted my gaze looking everywhere but at him.
"Ooh really, I thought you are my husband but sadly you are someone. Tsk tsk tsk" I said with a smirk dancing on my lips as I played along.
"Getting bolder these days , are we" he said raising his brow at me while smirking.
"Whyy?. . . . aren't you enjoying this?" I said with the same expression of his and just in a flicker of seconds I was turned around and caged between him and the car . In that moment I realised that we reached near the car.
He came more closer to me and my body pressed more against the cold metal but this man he doesn't stopped as his face came deadly close to mine and that moment my breath hitched .
His hot breath landing on my neck and I squeezed my eyes shut in the anticipation of what next and just then I heard his voice saying "Oh trust me I like every single thing of yours but if it comes to your boldness , I would love to answer it back once we are back in our room". He said huskily , moving back .
And I shivered, realizing the weight of his words from a few moments ago, I couldn't help but think, "Isse panga lena tujhe bhari na pde aadhira" (Don't mess with this guy, Aadhira.)
Opening the car door, he gestured for me to get inside, bringing me back to reality. Like a true gentleman, he tucked my dupatta inside the car, which had been touching the ground. I settled into the seat, and he gently closed the door.
Moving to the other side, he quickly sat in and started the car with a turn of the key. Lost in my own little world, I placed my hands on my lap, marveling at how beautiful everything felt.
And then he asked me to buckle my seat belt, which I did. After that, he did something in the rearview mirror of the car, but I couldn't see what it was. So, I sat there silently, keeping myself occupied with my phone screen. But after a few moments, I felt a warm breath on my forehead.
I tilted my head upwards and saw him looking back to reverse the car. Before I could process anything further, I felt his hand reach behind my seat, and his face started getting closer to mine.
His hot breath became more intense as our faces got closer making my breath became shallow with his every move while my cheeks have turned all red and my surroundings felt extremely hot.
Just as his face was about to come extremely close to mine, it suddenly stopped. I closed my eyes, filled with anticipation, and my breath hitched in that moment. I'm not sure if he's doing this on purpose or not, but I'm getting really, really nervous.
After what felt like eternity, I heard a voice , "What happen? Why did you closed your eyes and that too with soo much pressure" he said as I opened my eyes recognising it's owner .
"N...nothing" I replied not abke to say anything
"Stop overthinking, I won't eat you... at least not here. So, sit comfortably, okay?" he said, leaning in and tapping my nose with a wink. I looked at him, not fully understanding the meaning behind his words. But after a minute, it hit me, and I couldn't help but be surprised. My eyes widened like saucers, a huge blush covered my face as my stomach did somersaults.
The car fell into an awkward silence, so I decided to break it by turning on the radio. Suddenly, a beautiful melody filled the car, and the song began to play.
As then the song started
Baatein jruri hai ,
Tera milna bhi jruri
Maine mitaa deni ,
ye jo teri meri doori
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And I then I recognized the song , unknowingly a small smile crept on my face because it's one of my favourites and I like these kinds of songs.
Meelo ka saalo ka ho ,
chahe vo safar ki parwaah nhi
As soon as those lines started playing, I felt Kabir's hand brushing against mine, sending a rush of warmth through my body. He slowly joined our hands, intertwining our fingers, and I couldn't help but feel a fluttering sensation in my stomach. Even with the car's AC on, my cheeks suddenly felt like they were burning.
"Tu hai jaha, maine vaha hona hai, pahunch hai jahan vahi
...Tu pehla pehla hai mera..."
The song continued, and with each passing moment, my mind raced with thoughts and emotions. He slowly started moving our joined hands closer to his lips, causing my heart to skip a beat.
But before I could even process what was happening, he suddenly wiped an invisible dust on his lips with the back of my hand. I was completely taken aback, my mouth hanging open like a fish. I stared at him, my expression a mix of shock and confusion, as if he had grown horns on his head.
Why wouldn't I ?
I thought of what , and happened what!
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