JaBir FF - The Stalker - Part 19, Page 19 - Page 9

Originally posted by: shruzzy

Awsme is the word! ! ! Nothing more. . . . Just keep it up! !

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Originally posted by: PRACHU13

Hehe,,,,cutest

Thank you so much darling <3 The comments mean a lot <3 <3

Hi everyone!

Few words before we start on this part! Firstly, I thought a lot about this story and I don't think we are quite ready yet to have mature JaBir scenes! I don't want to rush their story because, the fact is, these characters are highly intricate and they have a lot of trauma that they need to overcome first. I definitely don't want to show them coming close without first unravelling some of their inner battles and emotions first! And that's exactly what I attempted to do with this part! So once again, this is NOT a mature part and is suitable for all readers <3 I still wrote a longer update than usual because I know people are enjoying this story and seriously, this was a pivotal update in my opinion! Lots of things happened in this update which will dictate the future course of the story <3

Happy reading lovelies!!!

Part 12

He couldn't believe he was doing this. He, Kabir Mittal, was traipsing haphazardly along the streets of Brussels behind a girl who (he was inclined to believe) hadn't the slightest idea where she was heading. With handbag propped firmly on her shoulders and a summery dress adorning her body, she walked with purpose along one street after another. Kabir was irritated. He liked having a purpose to his travels. If he was going shopping, he liked planning out which stores to hit. If it was grocery shopping, he would have list of items and complete the task in as little time as possible. And certainly, if he was a visiting tourist in a foreign country, he would have taken the time to conduct proper research about the area, purchase a map, and mark out areas he wanted to visit. But of course, this was Pooja Sharma. Sometimes he wondered what exactly went on in that head of hers.

She was walking along with not a concern in the world, admiring the intricate constructs of large buildings and monuments. He shook his head, trying to keep pace with her. She really was a little child. And suddenly he wondered if she had ever in her life gotten a chance to travel to another country when she was younger. He felt an unexpected pang in his chest at the realization that her unhappy childhood probably would not have allowed for such extravagant adventures. This was very likely her first time abroad. This was yet another aspect of Pooja's life that had been unfortunately snatched away by the Mittals. While he knew he couldn't make up for the damage that had already been done, he could certainly attempt to play along with her.

And so, clearing his throat, he spoke. "See that monument over there, Pooja?" He nodded towards a towering metallic construct that reminded her oddly of a Ferris-wheel. The seating cars generally found on such a wheel however were replaced by large spheres of metal. From the name on the signboard near the structure, it seemed to live up to its name - the Atomium. Pooja looked at him curiously, and then at the monument. "Go stand over there," Kabir said, and then added, "I'll take a photo of you."

The glow that suddenly lit up Pooja's eyes was inexplicable. It was like a child offered a piece of candy and Kabir couldn't help the smile that crossed his lips. The least I can do is make the most of this trip for her. When she found herself near the structure, he began clicking the pictures. As if he was a professional photographer, he asked her to change locations, and offer a variety of poses. He had probably clicked 15 pictures of her in that spot before he asked her to shift over to a grandiose fountain. The base was constructed of white marble and a tall spring of water erupted from the construct, frequently changing colors from red to green to blue to yellow. He repeated his photographer-like duties and clicked pictures of her from every angle known to man.

It was several minutes before Kabir decided that he was satisfied with his shots. As he was placing his phone back into his pocket, he heard Pooja's voice call out to him. "Kabir, wait." She said hesitantly. He turned. She was biting her lip as if uncertain and it was a few moments before she spoke. "Will you take a picture with me?" she finally mumbled. Kabir's eyes widened. For a moment he was stunned into silence. Never had he expected those words to come out in that order from the mouth of Pooja Sharma. But then again...he was quickly realizing that there were many layers to this girl - not all of which met the eye. His failure to respond produced a slight (and very momentary) blush from Pooja. "I just meant," she said more firmly. "Who knows when we'll be back here. You should have a few pictures to show your family back home as well." She released a tensed breath, feeling semi-satisfied with the rephrased version of her question. Slowly and curiously, Kabir nodded. Is that all? He wondered. She wants me in a photo to show my family? Somehow, Kabir felt deflated. For some reason, his hopes (for what reason, he didn't know) had risen when she had asked for a photo and then had come crashing down just as quickly when she had admitted the reason for the photograph. He followed her to the spot, stopping momentarily to ask a passerby to take their photo.

When they stood together, with the large, spraying fountain as their backdrop, both felt a nervous tension. What's wrong with me?! Kabir wondered to himself. It's not the first time I'm standing near her. But he couldn't seem to get rid of the awkwardness that had befallen them. Pooja was having entirely different thoughts. I asked Kabir Mittal for a photograph?! But I hate him! I'm supposed to hate him! She reminded herself.

The man taking their photo suddenly spoke, breaking both out of their thoughts. "Could you move a little closer?" He smiled. "I want to get you both properly in frame." Their eyes flickered to one another as if silently asking for permission. Both stepped closer until their shoulders were touching. Pooja felt frozen in her spot, and Kabir couldn't help wondering why he suddenly felt so awkward around her. Was it because she had extended gratitude towards him for the first time by asking for a photograph? She meant nothing by it. He chastised himself.

"The photo might come out better if you put your arms around the lady, sir!" The man broke out again. And suddenly, Kabir felt irritated. Why was it taking this guy two hours to click one photo? Was it two hours? Or just a few moments? It certainly felt like an eternity. His eyes fell on Pooja and he suddenly wondered if she was having similar thoughts. Hesitantly he placed his arm around her. Due to the dress she had worn, her shoulders were bare and his fingers fell directly onto her warm skin. They both offered a small smile toward the camera, trying to ignore the tension that seemed to be a wall between them.

Once Kabir's phone had been safely returned to him, he turned towards her, his expression hard. "We should go," he announced, barely waiting for her to follow. Pooja suddenly felt nauseous. What had just happened? She couldn't understand why she had asked him for a photo in the first place. Just to be nice, the logical side of her said. He took so many pictures of me, after all. He deserved to have one picture taken of him as well. And then another thought struck her. But why did I want to be in it with him?! Her eyes followed Kabir's retreating form. Something had changed in his demeanor and she couldn't understand what. Was he angry? But that didn't make sense. It was only a photograph after all. And he had been so awkward about it too. Pooja released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and raced to catch up with Kabir. Why was he so awkward? She wondered. First he had stood so far from her that the stranger couldn't even get them into frame, and then, when he had finally nudged close to her, she had observed his face turn pale. And then he had placed his arm around her. That seemed to have suddenly changed things completely.That's just a normal thing two people do when they take pictures isn't it? Pooja wondered. So then why is he behaving so weirdly now? The way he was quickly walking away from her made it seem as if he couldn't wait to get away from her.

Pooja's eyes narrowed. She rushed forward and grabbed his wrist from behind, pulling him to a standstill. "Kabir," she called breathlessly. He whisked around as if he had been electrocuted and sharply pulled his hand away. "Don't." He replied. "Not now." Pooja was confused to say the least. And even more than confused, she felt frustrated. Granted, she hadn't had much experience with men, but this one had to be the most unreadable one she had ever come across. One minute he was so sweet to her that he willingly wrapped a shawl around her to ensure she was comfortable and the next he could barely stand the sight of her. She felt that familiar surge of anger. Why did this man have to make everything so damn difficult?

"What the hell is your goddamn problem, Kabir?" She snapped. He stared at her quietly. "I'm absolutely SICK of you and your mood swings." It was all coming out now like water from a broken dam. It wouldn't be stopped. "One minute, you seem like the most considerate man and the next you're back to the same arrogant asshole that I've been so used to seeing. That night, with Dhruv? You promised to never leave me. YOU PROMISED. And then for some reason, due to YOUR absence, Dhruv came. You tell Chopra that I'm going to be absent from work for a few days, and then go berserk on me when I do JUST THAT and don't show up to work. You volunteer on your own to come with me to Canada for god knows what reason. You yell at me that I'm inconsiderate and then yourself come apologizing to me five minutes later. You wrap a shawl around me when I'm cold and offer to take my pictures, and when I show you the same consideration back, you suddenly walk away from me as if you can't stand even stand my presence?!" She heaved. She could feel her face growing hot with anger. "I have dealt with ENOUGH of you Mittals my entire life and I don't need to be dealing with another one now. You're IMPOSSIBLE, Kabir Mittal. Absolutely IMPOSSIBLE."

The fiery tension traveled between them like a wave, bouncing from one person onto the other. Kabir didn't speak. His face maintained the same hard composure. Their eyes were locked onto each other, neither one wanting to be the first to falter. Pooja was expecting him to say something. Explode at her, perhaps. Maybe even reveal why he was angry at her. That would have comforted Pooja a lot more than his continued silence. Because now she had new questions. This was the first time that Kabir had remained silent during an argument. She wasn't even sure if he was angry. His expression was clouded. Her inability to understand Kabir's sudden indifference toward her perturbed her. Swallowing, she began once again in an exasperated tone. "I'm going back to the hotel, Kabir. You can come with me if you like. Or else...find your own way back." She turned and walked in the opposite direction for a solid minute. She would have been lying if she said she didn't expect Kabir to come with her. The truth was, she fully thought that as he had accompanied her to breakfast this morning, he would follow her home. But when she turned after a few minutes of walking, she was stunned to find the road behind her empty. Kabir was gone.

*****

Kabir wasn't a heavy drinker. In fact, he could count on one hand how many drinks he had had in his whole life. But today was different. Today, as he had walked away from Pooja Sharma in the park's clearing, his throat had felt dry and sore. He was aching for the bitter intoxication of liquor. A primal part of him knew that this was certainly not a healthy way of dealing with his emotions. In fact, he had been one to scoff at friends who had used alcohol as their companion in dealing with their life's problems. And now he was about to follow in their footsteps. He couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. Kabir Mittal. Drinking alcohol. Like Devdas. It was unheard of. A part of him couldn't believe that he was actually about to walk into the bar that was currently stationed in front of him. He hadn't known how far or how long he had walked for.

He had left Pooja. Perhaps that was wrong. He shouldn't have left her alone. But at the end of the day, who was she to him? No one. She is no one. He tried to convince himself. Though he didn't like to admit it, her earlier accusations had terrified him. Because he knew that every word that had escaped her mouth had been right. He HAD been awfully moody the past few days. He couldn't deny that at times, he had felt a strong protective urge towards her as well. That's why he had felt the need to wrap that shawl around her and offer her the comfort of the hotel bed. Perhaps his protectiveness arose from the fact that he had seen her so vulnerable when Dhruv had her tied up in that chair. He shuddered. After that incident, things had changed. Protective feelings. He thought, scowling to himself. Pooja Sharma doesn't need protection. Other people need protection from her. And so, to prove to himself that he felt no compulsion to act as her knight in shining armor, he had left her stranded in the middle of Brussels and had made his way to this shabby looking bar.

He entered, immediately feeling the vibrations of the loud music and the flickering neon lights. This was definitely not his usual scene. But honestly? He needed some time on his own. To think. To make sense of his emotions. So much had happened over the past weeks. Pooja had kicked the Mittals out of their house, he had learned some disheartening and shocking truths about his family and most recently, his own brother had tried to murder Pooja. No wonder I'm having so many mixed feelings, he thought, feeling slightly relieved. I'm sure any normal human being in my circumstance would feel exactly as I am now. It's completely normal.

He turned to the bartender and signaled him over. He order three shots of vodka. Mood swings. He thought. She thinks I have mood swings. Clenching his eyes shut, he downed his first glass. The burn traveled from his tongue down his throat. It was a welcoming pain. I have mood swings? No. She had to be wrong about that. He thought back to today. She had asked him to take a picture with her so shyly. And then moments later had herself begun yelling his ear off. A second shot went down his throat. What does she think of herself? If I'm moody, she's moodiness personified. But she had asked him for that photo. He grinned, unable to help himself from imagining the redness of her cheeks as she had put forth her question. Pooja Sharma is a coconut, he thought, feeling the effects of the alcohol already. Hard from the outside and soft from the inside. He laughed at his own analogy as he downed another shot of vodka.

What else did she say? He thought, pursing his lips as he tried to remember. She's tired of dealing with the Mittals. Doesn't want to deal with me. He beckoned the bartender over and requested three more shots. But all I've ever been is supportive towards her, he thought, feeling a familiar pang of anger. She destroyed my family as much as my family destroyed hers. And yet I held no hard feelings. I saved her from Dhruv - my own brother. Down went another shot. I tried to be understanding towards her. To listen to her complaints about my family. Another shot. But she doesn't realize how hard it is for me. I know they've committed crimes but they're still my family. And despite it all, I'm standing beside Pooja Sharma. I always have. He realized with some level of irritation. I've always been on Pooja's side - from the very start. Even when I didn't want to be. He drank his 6th shot. Now he felt dizzy and the effects of the alcohol were truly starting to set in.

It's always been just you Pooja. It's always been about you. Every emotion I feel is directed towards you. My anger, my pain, my hurt..he stopped. But were there only negative emotions? He thought back to her innocent expressions on the flight..the way she had gripped his shirt during her sleep at the airport...the way she had comically haggled with the airport staff for the hotel voucher...her wondrous eyes today as she walked around Brussels.... Kabir smiled, modifying his thought. Every emotion I feel is directed towards you. My anger, my pain, my hurt..and sometimes...on very rare occasions...my happiness too.

End

So I hope you enjoyed that <3 the next part WILL contain JaBir romance and that's a promise!!!

Lots of love <3

Just finished reading Chapter 12 and as usual mindblowing. All the bottled up emotions and feelings.....everything is coming out from both sides. Oh my.... Kabir......the Kabir of ur story is so much cuter than the Kabir of the show. I like this one 10 times better.

And now I am looking forward to the next Chapter. Wonder how a drunk Kabir will reach the hotel and what happens after that. Will they both confront each other or will they remain quiet ??? I am really excited. Plsss update soon if you can ofcourse 😃

Good lord you make me want to cry. I love the kabir youre portraying and i love how you write both of their emotions so beautifully!

Im only ever on this forum multiple.timea a day waiting for your updates and i just cant wait for more.

The last paragraph is perfect.

Outstanding! Simply outstanding. Undeniably the most beautiful story JaBir could have ever had. The show is nothing compared to your story. Both characters are so freaking relatable. I love your Kabir more than the one I’m seeing in the show. I wish the story had taken the route you did in your FF. That would have justified the JaBir love story. The broken souls trying to support and heal other each other is so much more attractive than this jabardasti ki shaadi 🤦‍♀️

The inner battles and turmoils of both Kabir and Pooja is so accurately described in this chapter. Pooja wanted the revenge so bad that she completely ignored the good side of her tht constantly flagged her guilt. She kept ignoring.. until now when she’s slowly started to realize that Kabir had to bear the brunt for something he did not do. she’s trying to make up to him some what and in the process she’s getting attracted towards his kindness, his sympathy and the way he protects her.

Oh Sanju. I wish I wish I wish you were the writer of this show. You could have given true justice to this show, the characters and most importantly JaBir. I’m so bummed about the news floating around in regards to the show shutting down soon. I hope you will continue to entertain us with these amazing FF’s. I have signed up on watpadd too. I’ll catch your other stories there as well. Till then much love and warmth 😘. Oh definitely waiting for the next chap— I’m sure you have something more Jhakkas for us in store 😉

Originally posted by: eshasrk

Just finished reading Chapter 12 and as usual mindblowing. All the bottled up emotions and feelings.....everything is coming out from both sides. Oh my.... Kabir......the Kabir of ur story is so much cuter than the Kabir of the show. I like this one 10 times better.

And now I am looking forward to the next Chapter. Wonder how a drunk Kabir will reach the hotel and what happens after that. Will they both confront each other or will they remain quiet ??? I am really excited. Plsss update soon if you can ofcourse 😃

Aaahhh thank you sooo much!!! This means so much!!! Hehehe I really hope you enjoy the next chappy as well! :P It was a tough one for me to write!

Lots of love and hugs babe <3

Originally posted by: SunshineMk

Good lord you make me want to cry. I love the kabir youre portraying and i love how you write both of their emotions so beautifully!

Im only ever on this forum multiple.timea a day waiting for your updates and i just cant wait for more.

The last paragraph is perfect.

This is honestly such a compliment <3 😳Am speechless! Thank you so much! I get inspired to write because readers like you consistently comment on my work! <3 Hopefully you'll enjoy the next update as well!!! <3

Originally posted by: Honey_berries

Outstanding! Simply outstanding. Undeniably the most beautiful story JaBir could have ever had. The show is nothing compared to your story. Both characters are so freaking relatable. I love your Kabir more than the one I’m seeing in the show. I wish the story had taken the route you did in your FF. That would have justified the JaBir love story. The broken souls trying to support and heal other each other is so much more attractive than this jabardasti ki shaadi 🤦‍♀️

The inner battles and turmoils of both Kabir and Pooja is so accurately described in this chapter. Pooja wanted the revenge so bad that she completely ignored the good side of her tht constantly flagged her guilt. She kept ignoring.. until now when she’s slowly started to realize that Kabir had to bear the brunt for something he did not do. she’s trying to make up to him some what and in the process she’s getting attracted towards his kindness, his sympathy and the way he protects her.

Oh Sanju. I wish I wish I wish you were the writer of this show. You could have given true justice to this show, the characters and most importantly JaBir. I’m so bummed about the news floating around in regards to the show shutting down soon. I hope you will continue to entertain us with these amazing FF’s. I have signed up on watpadd too. I’ll catch your other stories there as well. Till then much love and warmth 😘. Oh definitely waiting for the next chap— I’m sure you have something more Jhakkas for us in store 😉

Oh goshhh I always get teary eyed when I read your comments!!! You perfectly understand the characters that I am trying to portray which makes me feel as if I'm doing a half decent job writing the updates!❤️

And I totally agree! I'm not a fan of zabardasti shadi! It's overdone..neither am I a fan of the angry young man or man handling that's usually associated with it...hence I was disappointed with the JaBir scene in yesterday's episode where Kabir grabbed her face...I would've much prefered a scene where there was passion and yet he didn't forcefully touch her..or he let her go when she told him to...nothing forced. That ain't romantic!

And thank you once again! I hope you'll enjoy the next update toooo <3

Originally posted by: PRACHU13

Mind-blowing😍😍😍😍

Thank you so much darling <3 Your comments mean a lot!!! <3