Ananya was drunk and out of her senses, that was at least clear. All the frustration she felt against her idol, Kabir Sharma was out in the open and she did not regret it one bit. She opened her mouth to say something more bitter and rude but was pulled away by Ronnie at the last moment. "Ananya, paagal ho gayi hain kya? Let's get you out of this place soon." Ananya huffed with irritation "Ronnie, aaj mat rok mujhe. Mujhe apni bhadas nikalne de."
Khalid, Manav and Malvika tried their best ignoring what just happened at the party. Kishan on the other hand was enjoying the moment as he was getting some juicy plots for his movie based on Reporters. He wanted to know more, and who better than a drunk junior reporter to help him.
Angry, fumed, amused, frustrated, shocked. Mr. Kabir Sharma had absolutely no idea what he was feeling. His stupid reporter did something really stupid in front of a crowd where he is well respected. Kabir started contemplating the meaning of all this. 'Did she really hate me this much? She was drunk and only an intoxicated person confesses his/her feelings without hesitation. What have I done for such hatred. I was just acting as her mentor. I knew she had a spark to be a great reporter and I was helping her understand her priorities. Sure my methods are unorthodox, but is she so naive not to understand the hidden meaning in it. Ugh, I did goof up in the end, right. What should I do now?'
Kabir was struggling with his thoughts when he saw Ronnie holding Ananya's hands and persuading to drop her back home. Kabir without thinking moved towards them, but unfortunately Kishan reached Ananya before him. Kishan went close and told Ronney to give them some space. A dejected Ronney did not have much say and moved back.
Kabir stopped dead on his tracks when he saw Kishan hold Ananya and whisper something in her ears which made her blush deep red. Unable to control his surging emotions, his fist tightened and his knuckles went white due to the pressure. All he can do was stare at Kishan and Ananya.
Kishan had been a ladies man always. He knew what buttons to press to let the women fall for his charms. He grabbed Ananya close and moved his face close to her ears and said "Now, you know why you are my perfect heroine. You have the spark and those beautiful eyes of yours cannot be resisted." Ananya was much aware of the proximity and the way he whispered in his husky voice, she couldn't stop the blush forming on her face. "Come, let me drop you home tonight. I promise you will enjoy my company". Ananya was not thinking straight, so she grabbed her purse and started following Kishan.
Kabir knew it was now or never. He has waited long enough to tell her Sorry and Thank You. He has to do it now before the gap between them increases. Making his way towards the exiting couple, Kabir felt so confident and excited.
Reaching them at the exit door, Kabir gave a slight tug at Kishan's shoulder. "Kishan, can I talk to you for a second, this won't take long." With his usual smirk, Kishan replied "Sure". Giving a quick glance at Ananya, Kabir smiled. "You know a reporter can make or break a story. A welcome decision by Supreme Court can still go kaput if a Reporter decide to take your movie down. The choice is yours." No, Kishan didn't need to be told twice, he understood what the editor-in-chief wanted. He let go Ananya's hand immediately and excused himself.
Ananya was baffled! How dare did Kabir shoo the man away. It was her life and her decision. Before she could speak her thoughts, Kabir dragged her outside to his car. "Sir, what the hell!!". Kabir at once turned her in front of him, held her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"Miss Kashyap, calm down. Let me explain."
"No, what do you think you are doing. How can you drag me here without my permission."
"Miss Kashyap, please let me talk."
"You might be my boss inside KKN, but not outside. You don't have any right to force me to listen to you."
Kabir lost his temper. Applying some more pressure on her shoulders he looked at Ananya sternly.
"Miss Kashyap, all I wanted was to apologize and thank you, don't you understand!"
Ananya was shocked.
"What, you dragged me out so that you can say sorry?"
"And Thank You" Kabir added with a nod.
"OK, go ahead" challenged Ananya and step ahead.
The close proximity made Kabir shiver and forget what he wanted to say. All he could see was his stupid badbadati reporter with drunken eyes, messy hair, unimaginable confidence and looking beautiful in the moon light staring at his lips.
What! Staring at his lips! Why!
"What happened Sir, go ahead let me see if that strict mouth of yours has the capability of apologizing"
"And Thanking" Kabir literally growled and he couldn't take it anymore.
Saying the last words, he pulled Ananya closer and crushed his lips on hers. Before Ananya realised what was happening, Kabir cupped her face, coaxed her to open her mouth deepening the kiss. Ananya melted from the kiss and gave in to the passion in which Kabir was devouring her. Her hands reached the back of his neck, playing with his soft hair. She flicked the annoying hat from his head and grabbed his hair passionately.
That was the last strand. Kabir pushed her to the bonnet of his car and started kissing her all over the face and neck. "Thank You Ananya" "Thanks" "Sorry" "Thanks" "My stupid" "reporter" "Thanks" was all he muttered in between the kisses.
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