Alright guys! Here's part 11 (what am I doing, why am I updating this so much?!🤣)
Part 11
It was past 4 A.M. when Pooja and Kabir's flight finally landed in Brussels. Pooja was in a daze, barely able to keep her eyes open. She was exhausted. After about an hour, she had gotten bored out of her mind on that flight and despite Kabir's repeated insistence to go to sleep, his earlier prank had stirred an incessant fear within her that drove off every wink of possible sleep. He, on the other hand, had slept like a baby. And for some reason, the man seemed to prefer her shoulder as his cushion, for Pooja recalled at least five instances where she had irritably shoved his head off of her. As a result, when the duo stepped off the plane, Kabir was wide awake and alert while Pooja could barely walk two steps in a straight line.
"Walk slower," she mumbled, trying to catch up with his quick footsteps as she lugged her heavy suitcase behind her. He turned, rolling his eyes. "I told you to go to sleep on the flight," he chastised. Noticing her tired eyes starting to blink shut again, he pulled her to the side and grabbed the suitcase from her. When she began to object, he quickly raised a finger to his lips to shut her up. "Just walk," he declared. "We're almost at the terminal. We have a three hour wait time before our next flight so you can get some sleep." Kabir grabbed a hold of her wrist, guiding her along and Pooja followed obediently, in no state of mind to argue.
When they reached, Pooja chose her spot and flopped down, yawning. Kabir took his seat beside her. Though he could see her fighting sleep, it was a battle she knew she would lose. And soon enough, her eyes stopped fluttering and remained closed. Her breathing was steady. She was asleep. As he took in her sleeping form, he was reminded once again of the night they had spent together. The incident. When she had told him of her past and her nightmares. He swallowed, feeling a dull ache in his heart. She was having them again - the nightmares. The only difference was that this time, the cause of the dreams was not PK Mittal, but rather his son, Dhruv. A surge of nausea washed over him. He gazed at her, unable to stop the guilt from overwhelming him. Her whole life had been ripped into shreds by the Mittals. From the start, her entire life had been dictated by them. First it was PK Mittal murdering her father and now it was his son, nearly succeeding in murdering Pooja. He felt sick. When would all of this stop?
He brushed away a lock of hair that fell onto her cheek. Today he had seen a childlike wonder within Pooja. During the flight when they had been taking off, her eyes had not shifted even for a moment from the scenery below them. It was as if she was a child looking at a beautifully sketched image in a storybook. For some reason, he couldn't seem to get her face out of his mind. Even now, it was that same innocence he saw. How had Dhruv managed to find it in him to hurt this girl? He wondered silently. The sound of thunder broke him from his thoughts and was soon followed by an onslaught of rain. The weather was getting bad. He could hear the wind beginning to howl. Another 3 hours before their flight. His eyes flickered to Pooja. Her eyebrows were clenched in a slight frown and her lips were pursed. For a moment, Kabir wondered if Pooja was having the dreams again. He glanced at his suitcase, and then, opening the top pouch, extracted a shawl that his own mother had forced him to carry. Careful not to wake the sleeping girl, he wrapped it on top of her. And then, quite unexpectedly even for himself, he shifted her so that her head lay flat against his chest. He had his arm around her in a one-armed hug. What am I doing? He wondered, incredulously.
His eyes shifted back to her and noticed that the frown had slipped off her face and had been replaced by a contented sliver of a smile. This isn't right, he thought to himself suddenly. I shouldn't be hugging her. And despite these thoughts, his arm seemed to refuse the orders of his mind. Sighing, he rested back against his seat and closed his eyes. A few more hours of sleep wouldn't hurt.
Kabir's sleep however, was short-lived. Within about thirty minutes, a shrill voice broke out over the intercom. "Attention to all passengers travelling via flight A714 from Brussels, Belgium to Toronto, Canada. Due to current and expected harsh weather conditions, the flight schedule for 7:00 A.M. will be rescheduled for tomorrow morning at 7:00 A.M. We apologize for the inconvenience and will be happy to provide hotel accommodations for any passengers requiring them. Thank you."
What?! A 24 hour delay?! What the hell?! Kabir, being one who loved to plan his entire life out, was extremely irritated. This certainly changed things. He turned to Pooja, who now had her fist tightly wrapped around his t-shirt. She was still asleep and unaware of the latest news. Slowly, he nudged her, pushing her off of him. "Pooja," he called softly. "Mhmm" came her muffled reply. "Pooja, wake up our flight is rescheduled." This did the trick. Her eyes immediately fluttered open, the shock clearly evident on her face. "What?! Why?! How?!" He motioned towards the window, outside which the rain still continued to patter down amidst the howling wind. "See for yourself."
Realization hitting her, she turned back to Kabir. "So what now?We wait here?!" He shook his head. "Not unless you want to sit on this bench for 24 hours. I say we go talk to the airport staff and get complimentary hotel accommodation." He nodded towards the lineup that was already forming at the desk in front of them and a lady that was frantically dealing with enraged passengers.
It was then that Pooja gazed down at her blanket-covered self. She was silent for a moment before offering Kabir a questioning glance. "This is yours?" She asked, referring to the shawl. He nodded, returning a nonchalant shrug. "Yes, well...I noticed you were cold." Quietly, she folded the shawl back up and handed it to him, mumbling a quiet "thank you." She was confused. He saw she was cold? And he gave her his own shawl? But why? That didn't seem like a Kabir Mittal thing to do at all. But then, she was beginning to learn that there was more to Kabir Mittal than met the eye. Her Amma's words came flooding back to her. Kabir isn't his father. Brushing off the thoughts, she stood. "Well, we might as well enjoy the day in Brussels, I guess." She shrugged, heading with Kabir towards the lineup.
Twenty minutes later, they burst outside the airport doors with a hotel room voucher in hand. Despite several minutes of haggling, the lady had only managed to provide them with one room voucher. And so, an extremely pissed off Pooja stormed outside followed by an amused Kabir. "I can't BELIEVE they didn't give us a second room voucher! Like hello!"
Kabir shook his head, trying to hide his chuckle. "It's not per person, it's per account. Chopra reserved both of our tickets using the same online account and so we only get one hotel voucher." Pooja froze and whisked around to face him, arms firmly on her hips. "Whose side are you on, Kabir Mittal?! At least I TRIED bargaining with the lady, what did you do? Literally moved away from the scene pretending to not be associated with me!"
Kabir rolled his eyes. "Well obviously. You see, Miss Pooja Sharma, we're no longer in India. And you can't argue incessantly with airport staff. They're just doing their job." She huffed, lugging her suitcase and propping her handbag over her shoulder. "I wasn't arguing. I was bargaining. Learn the difference." She said indignantly. "Now I don't know about you but I could really use some sleep." Kabir nodded, and stood beside her. Soon enough they had hailed a taxi and had successfully made it over to the 3 star hotel that had been provided as complimentary by the airline.
Kabir and Pooja entered the hotel room and stood for a few minutes just staring. The room was small and definitely not as tidy as Pooja had hoped. Wallpaper was peeling and the walls were so thin that they could hear their neighbors' chatter. And the worst thing of all? There was only one bed. They both looked at the bed and then looked at each other nervously. "Um, you can take the bed," Kabir suggested. "I have my shawl, I'll sleep on the floor. Pooja shook her head. "No. I'm no princess. I don't need the bed. You keep it and I'll sleep on the floor." Kabir raised his hand to silence her. "No way. You're taking the bed." Her eyes flashed to his with annoyance. "No. You are." she stated. And then noticing the tension rising, Kabir sighed. "Fine. How about we split it? You sleep on the bed for a couple of hours and then we'll switch. You haven't slept at all on the flight...you need more sleep than I do. You take the bed first." Thinking it over for a moment, Pooja finally nodded. "Wake me up when you want the bed," She said. And then, tossing her suitcase and handbag to one side of the room, she climbed into the small, four poster bed. "Oh god," she sighed. "I don't think I've ever been this happy to be in a bed." She giggled and Kabir smiled. "Go to sleep Pooja," he reminded. And then, before he knew it, she was fast asleep once more.
Kabir, on the other hand, couldn't sleep at all. The floor was cold and hard and the shawl did little to provide him with any warmth. He had simply tossed and turned for two hours, thinking of random thoughts (which generally ended up at Pooja). He badly wanted to feel the comfort of the bed, but as he sat up, intending to wake her and request his turn on the bed, he saw Pooja sleeping so peacefully that he couldn't find it in his heart to do so.
It was 11 A.M. before Pooja's sleep finally broke. She gasped awake and seeing Kabir still on the floor, breathily whispered his name. "Kabir?" She called. "Why didn't you wake me? It was past your turn to take the bed!" He shrugged. "It was comfortable on the floor," he lied. "And besides, I just woke up now as well."
Satisfied with his answer, she pushed off the blanket and stretched. "I'm hungry," she revealed. Kabir sat up, massaging his sore back. "Pooja, you're like a little child you know that?" He laughed. Placing his hands on his hips like Pooja had done, he mocked, "I'm hungry. I'm sleepy. I'm angry. Why do you have to state everything you're feeling?" He chuckled. She narrowed her eyes, glaring at the irritating man on the floor. "So that you can get your lazy ass up and we can go get some lunch," she said. "Or else you'd be fine with just sitting in this hotel room wasting away a day." He raised his eyebrows and motioned towards the water-flooded streets outside. "Hello, madam? Have you noticed how bad the weather is? We should definitely stay inside." But Pooja wasn't hearing a word of it. "No. We're in Brussels, Belgium." She emphasized. "God knows when we'll get such an opportunity again. I'm not wasting a second of my time, Kabir Mittal. You can come with me or you can stay trapped up inside this hotel room like a loner. Your choice." Saying so, she grabbed her purse and a change of clothes and marched into the bathroom to get dressed.
End
Hope you liked that everyone!!! Just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone for supporting my work and consistently reading all the updates (silent reader or otherwise)! We made it past 10 parts guys!!! Congratulations!
And so...as a little treat...I have a few things planned that will completely change JaBir's attitude toward each other! I plan to post a little teaser of that before posting the next chapter! So look forward to that (hopefully sometime this weekend!)
But as a note, just wanted to say, the next part will most likely be a MATURE part. So if you're under the age of 18 or don't want to read mature content, I advise you to refrain from reading the next chappy (this is part of that surprise I wanted to give you guys! ;P)
Also, I know I have a lot of fan fics going on currently and I will be updating both my Marrying the Enemy story as well as the Forced Alliance story (aaahhh I'm trying to get to it but this week has been crazy since I am moving houses! Eeeks!!)
Thank you so much all! And I love you!
Edited by -Sanjana- - 5 years ago
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