JaBir FF - The Stalker - Part 19, Page 19 - Page 6

Originally posted by: Honey_berries

Much love back to you babes. Please update the next chapter soon. You have tempted me after converting this SS into FF.. now I’m thirsty for more ;)

Ooofff That's sooo sweet of you! I start my university classes from next week and this is my week off so I'm trying to write as much as possible 😆Feels nice to know I have the power to make people restless for the next parts of the story😈

Even I am restless to know what will happen next🤣

I can't believe i'm doing this...but here's part 9!😆 I had so much fun writing this one! I think you guys will find it to be a fun read!!! 😆❤️

Part 9

"I still don't understand why you're so insistent on Kabir coming to Canada with me," Pooja sighed, tossing in the the last few shirts into her suitcase. Amma was sitting next to her, in essence taking everything she had haphazardly thrown into her bag and refolding it to her satisfaction. "Because I trust him," she answered simply.

Pooja paused with shirt in hand and gave her mother a look of disbelief. "You trust him..." she repeated slowly, the words feeling foreign on her lips. "You trust Kabir Mittal?" She asked, emphasizing that he was in fact a member of the Mittal family. Amma gave her a small smile and clasped her by her wrist. "Sit," she said. "We need to talk."

Pooja obeyed and observed her mother carefully. Since when had her Amma begun singing praises for ANY of the Mittals let alone Kabir?

"Pooja beta, what is the one thing from your past that you would give anything to erase?" The elderly woman asked gently. Pooja didn't have to think. "I want my papa back," she answered. "And I want to erase every single memory of the insults, the stones, the shoes and the hatred that came my way for being associated with him." Amma smiled, having received her expected answer.

"Even at such a young age you wanted people to recognize your identity Pooja. You wanted people to accept you for YOU rather than as your father's daughter. So why do you think Kabir would feel any differently?" She placed a comforting hand on Pooja's shoulder. "Just like Pooja isn't Jahnvi, Kabir isn't P.K. Mittal. He has his own identity. And in order for you to move on for your past, you have to let go of that association that you've made in your mind."

Kabir isn't P.K. Mittal. As much as she wanted to deny it, her Amma was right. Kabir wasn't his father. And she had witnessed his behavior towards her first hand during the incident with Dhruv. But still. It was as if her heart and mind were in a constant battle. Logically, her mind knew that Kabir had never intended to hurt her. Nor had he been responsible for the death of her father. In this whole game, he was the one person, though being innocent himself, had always quietly supported her. She closed her eyes. Could the deal with Mr. Zee have been finalized without Kabir's help? Could she have gotten out of the elevator if Kabir hadn't rushed out to open it? Could she have escaped Dhruv's clutches if Kabir hadn't saved her? Her mind knew the answer to all of these questions was a big fat 'no'. But her heart refused to listen. Her heart simply froze at the name "Mittal" and denied looking any further. While she no longer hated him, she would've preferred to keep her distance from him all the same. Which is exactly why she hadn't understood why Amma was forcing her to travel to Canada with him.

"That still doesn't explain why you want him to go with me," Pooja pointed out.

"Because whenever you've been in any kind of trouble he's been the only one to rescue you from it. And so I trust him to look after my daughter in a foreign country too." Amma said simply, as if she had read Pooja's mind. After a moment, Amma shook her head, waving her hand and signifying that the topic was over. "Anyways, it doesn't matter now. It has been decided. And you should head out now. It looks like the weather is going to get worse. You want to get to the airport o time."

Just then, Rani came into the room. Her hands were behind her back and Pooja could clearly see that she was hiding something. "Di," she chimed, giving her a one-armed hug. "I'm so excited for you! Please take lots of pictures in Canada and don't work too hard." Rani gave her a light peck on the cheek before she held out the object in her hand. It was a photo frame with a photo of her, Amma and Pooja. "If you ever feel scared or nervous, just know that we are always with you Di. We are only one phone call away!"

Pooja took the frame. As she hugged it to her chest, she felt tears forming in her eyes. How did I manage to have a sister like Rani? She wondered. "Yes," Amma quickly chimed in. "I'm expecting at least 3 phone calls a day - after breakfast, lunch and dinner. I need to make sure you've eaten properly. God knows what they'll even have to eat in that whitewashed country" She said, disapprovingly. "So I took the initiative to pack you some sweets. Eat them. And if possible, share them with Kabir also," she added. Pooja rolled her eyes. Mothers these days.... "I'll try Amma...and I'll call you at regular intervals to let you know how everything is going! Shall I leave now?" Pooja laughed, picking up her suitcase and heading out to the waiting cab.

*****

Their flight was scheduled for 9:30 P.M. from Mumbai's international airport. It was a total of 17 hours of flight time and they had a 3 hour lay-over in Brussels, Belgium. An impatient Kabir sat waiting at the terminal. He had already finished check-in and had passed through the security check. And Pooja was still no where to be seen. This woman will drive me insane, he thought, suddenly irritated. Did she have any idea of time at all?! Did she even have a sense of responsibility? First she didn't show up to the company for three days and now she was still nowhere in sight in the terminal. The final boarding call would be made in exactly 30 minutes. Where the hell is she?! He picked his phone up and impatiently began to dial her number. This was getting ridiculous.

As he placed his phone to his ear, he saw Pooja bursting through a crowd of people, dragging a heavy suitcase with one hand while forcing her purse to remain stationary on her opposite shoulder. The flood of relief that overcame him was inexplicable. "Pooja Sharma," He snapped. "What do you think of yourself?! You're so unbelievably late! What if we had missed our flight?!" Pooja dragged her suitcase over to an empty seat and flopped down, feeling breathless and exhausted. "Woman, I'm asking you a question!" Kabir demanded, stalking grumpily behind her. Pooja rolled her eyes, releasing an exasperated sigh. "Jesus Christ Kabir, can you give me a sec before you start going off on me?! At the very least let me catch my breath." She rested her arm on the suitcase and wiped off a bead of sweat that had formed on her forehead. Her eyes flickered to Kabir and then to the crowd of people who were yawning in various spots at the terminal. "Kabir, I literally came half an hour earlier than boarding time. Just because you got here 2 hours early doesn't mean that I'm late," she accused. "We have plenty of time."

Why's he so moody these days? Pooja wondered suddenly. He seemed off a few days ago when she had found him in her cabin. He had looked tensed and angry. And then he had ranted to her about how unprofessional she was about not coming in to work for three days. What in the world?! He knew the circumstances. And yet he expected her to show up to work? And now he was accusing her of being late when she was in fact rather early. I always knew he had a mental problem, she thought silently in her mind, And now it has been confirmed.

With a growl of displeasure, Kabir sank down into the spot beside her. For a few minutes, there was an awkward silence between them. Pooja knew the same thoughts were running through both of their minds. What did two people who had almost died together say to one another? Small talk seemed irrelevant. And to be honest, Pooja and Kabir having a proper conversation without involving some sort of fight was almost unheard of. Except for that night. Pooja recalled the words he had said. I see you. You won't have bad dreams tonight, Pooja, he had promised. Because I won't leave you. Not even for a second. Pooja felt a pang of ache in her heart. But he HAD left. For some reason, he HAD left. And that was when Dhruv had taken her. Kabir hadn't lived up to his promise.

Noting that the mood had suddenly become melancholy, Kabir cleared his throat. "What the hell do you have in that suitcase of yours? Boulders?! How come it's so huge?" Pooja's head snapped to his and her eyes narrowed. "Not that it's any of your business, but mainly clothes and dabbas of food packed by Amma. Don't think for a minute that I'll share any of it with you." Pooja stated indignantly.

"What makes you think I'd want any?" Kabir scoffed, folding his arms.

"Because you're a bhukkad." Pooja added without hesitation. It was Kabir's turn to frown. Me? A bhukkad? He looked down at himself and analyzed his figure. No. She's surely mistaken. This muscles weren't built by incessant eating.

"Look," Pooja said finally. "Let's just promise each other that for the entire duration of the flight, we will keep our mouths shut." Though she thought she saw a slight look of hurt cross Kabir's face, he hid it well. He shrugged. "Fine by me. It's bad enough having to share such a small space with you. The last thing I want to do is give myself a headache by talking to you."

"Fine."

"Fine."

Like little children, they both crossed their arms and turned away from each other, finished with their discussion. It was at that moment that an elderly couple chose to sit near them. Observing Pooja and Kabir's behavior, they couldn't help but chime into the conversation.

"Oh, you guys look so adorable when you argue," the woman said, chuckling. She turned to her husband. "Don't they remind you of how we used to be before our marriage, Ritesh?" asked. Pooja and Kabir's eyes widened and their mouths simultaneously dropped open.

"We're not - " they both began at once. And then realizing what they had said, turned to each other to give a disgusted glare. "We aren't together." Pooja said, shuddering. "And thank god for that too." Kabir nodded. "For once I agree with her. I could never spend my life with her."

Pooja frowned. "Mr. Kabir Mittal. Watch what you say. The problem is not with ME. It's with YOU. Fix yourself before you come pointing at me."

Kabir growled. "The only problem I have is that I can't handle YOU Pooja Sharma. You're the most inconsiderate human being. You don't care about anyone's feelings. You didn't even consider how I'd feel that you just didn't come in to work for three days. After everything we've been through you could have at least given me a phone call. But no. You're Pooja Sharma. Why would you take the first step?"

Pooja felt her anger growing. "Oh really?! So I'm to blame? It's not as if you called to check up on me either! Do you know what I've been going through these past few days Kabir?! I've been to hell and back. But the only thing you see is my so called 'unprofessionalism' toward the company. Every night I wake up screaming. I have the worst nightmares. I've been driving myself insane. It's YOU who has zero consideration!" She exclaimed.

Both their chests were heaving with the rants that they had simultaneously released from their system. A pregnant silence passed between the duo before either of them realized what they had said. Without realizing it, their concern and worries for each other had been let out. From light teasing, the topic had come back full circle to the only one that they were both desperately trying to run away from. For a long while, they simply looked at each other. The anger was dissipating and making room for a new understanding.

At that moment, a voice from the intercom broke through. "We are now ready to board for flight A167 going from Mumbai to Brussels, Belgium from terminal 17. I repeat, from Mumbai to Brussels, Belgium from terminal 17."

Awkwardly, both Kabir and Pooja picked up their belongings and headed towards the lineup. As she stood, Kabir leaned into her ear and softly whispered, "This conversation isn't over."

End

Soooo now it's my turn to read your comments! Looking forward to reading your reactions for this part😆

Fighting is a part of JaBir's DNA and I tried my level best to incorporate it here🤣

I’ve been eagerly waiting for the next chapter and boom it’s here. Do I even have to say how amazing this is? It should be a common comment now, ain’t it? I really enjoyed reading every bit of it. The anger, frustrations, concern, agitation, restlessness —all of it describes the situation of people who are in love but are either too naive to understand or don’t want to accept for whatever reason. Describing that in words and keeping your reader gripped is art. You are so good at putting it all together.. like every line is a puzzle piece coming together with the next one followed. I read many FFs but I have to say you are becoming my fav very fast :-D

Waiting for the next chap, girl ;)

Exactly kabir,, there's many more for you two to clear out 😅

The Ending was superb. That conversation was

too good to be over

so keep it going.

I have been a silent reader in this forum quite a while now. I watch the show on and off and I really like Shrenu and Zain........they are amazing performers. I quite liked the concept at first, but with the entire revamping done and with the track ahead, I am not interested anymore. I for one just hate forced marriages and I cannot stand it when women are humiliated all in the name of entertainment and what baffles me is that those are the most loved tracks especially mainly by women itself.

I have read your story in one go and I am speechless...........like seriously speechless. What are you doing here ???? I think instead you should have been in the creative team, coz frankly dear you story is 1000 times better than what we get served now.......and that is just my opinion. Your entire story is soooo interesting that I actually visualize it ......really. You are very very talented and maybe just maybe you should start writing a novel.......... You are really an amazing writer 👏

Hope you update your story soon, coz now I am visiting this forum the entire day, just to see if your story is already updated 😃

sanju the whole story is going really well i loved the part when they confronted about the 3 dyas not wtching out for each other that was best....

to be honest we all want such stories but sad part is neither of the auidence like such stuffs and those who like are very less in number

Eagerly waiting for the next chapter. Please update soon :)

Originally posted by: Honey_berries

I’ve been eagerly waiting for the next chapter and boom it’s here. Do I even have to say how amazing this is? It should be a common comment now, ain’t it? I really enjoyed reading every bit of it. The anger, frustrations, concern, agitation, restlessness —all of it describes the situation of people who are in love but are either too naive to understand or don’t want to accept for whatever reason. Describing that in words and keeping your reader gripped is art. You are so good at putting it all together.. like every line is a puzzle piece coming together with the next one followed. I read many FFs but I have to say you are becoming my fav very fast :-D

Waiting for the next chap, girl ;)

Awww thank you so much darling! I always enjoy reading your comments🤗 Will be updating the next part sooonnn😉

Originally posted by: PRACHU13

Exactly kabir,, there's many more for you two to clear out 😅

😆 yess! They definitely have a lot to clear out between them!!!