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Part 4
It had been 3 month just a few days back when he had last seen her, face to face. Heard her sweet voice. Witnessed her flawless expressions. And each day, she was missed- terribly.
Whatsoever, he had no information about her. How is she, what is she doing? No matter how much he wanted to know, he suppressed his emotions in that matter.
His only source in India was and is Khalid who has not left a stone unturned to burn his heart. He would update Kabir with a half information about Ananya, sometimes, mentioned her name here and there and then stop, urging him silently to question. To ask. And no matter how much he wanted it, he kept mum.
"Meri buri kismat ka badal main us k sir pe kaise parne doon" He would tell himself.
Taking out his blazer from the car, he put that on and looked at the now acquired KKN building in London from where they would be transmitting the New Entertainment channel just in few days.
He took a deep breath.
The feeling of accomplishment should be there as it was him who has been indulged in this project day and night from the last few weeks. His full concentration was given to plan out ways in order to make this channel a success right from the start. He had planned, discussed and sorted out things with Malvika and repeated them with Khalid and KL. Anything that could take his mind away from her thoughts.
But then, inside, all he actually felt was hollow.
What kind of a success this could be when he don't have people he love, to share it with.
Sighing, he raked his hands through his hairs which were still wet from the bath. Above, the cold of London was not making it any better. It was still early morning but he loved to be here at this time. Holding his coffee cup, looking out at the bright world through his cabin and then, remembering her. Their eye locks through his cabin door, her naughty expressions, her rasped voice. It were those moments that he actually smiled in last three months. Ananya Time. He had named it, in his heart.
Stepping up quickly on the stairs, he nodded his head in silent Hello to few of his colleagues who passed by before made his way to catch the elevator.
Getting out on his floor, he get hold of the newspaper from the stand before making his way.
"Good morning Sir..." His blond secretary, Sophie spoke up and hand over him the file, he had asked for yesterday. She knew his routine and so have to come earlier than the other staff.
"Thank you"
"Sir...Do you know her? Ummm...I guess, she has spent the whole night right here and I don't know who had asked her too." Sophie spoke up once again, making him lift up his gaze from the paper and look at the figure, she was pointing on to.
A deep breath left his breathing system with an audible voice.
Right there, laying haphazardly onto the metal visiting chairs, was his love. Ananya.
His heart thudded in expectation and happiness. OH MY GOD! Tum Waqai Yahan ho...His heart needed assurance. How much he has craved, yearned just to see her, once more. Touch her, once more. And there she was, being a vision looking like out from one of his dreams.
A hand curved under her head, providing support. Her legs bent while her classy round heel blue pomps where neatly placed down near the chair toe. THE MESSY GIRL TURNING APPROPRIATE.
She was wearing a skinny black jean with a full sleeves blue top and a blue white flower patterned scarp which must have been hung around her neck earlier and now was covering her up as a shawl. Her curly hairs flattered on her neck and face which were increased by an inch and were looking messed. She was being careless about them. And that churned him.
"Who the hell had let her stay here in such a cold weather...Have we been facing some crises with the hotels now?" He whispered with anger, keeping his voice low for her sake, demanding answers but Sophie could not miss the concern lying underneath those words.
"I...I don't know Sir...May be Malvika Maam can answer it..." Sophie excused on noticing the change in his mood and escaped. She had witnessed his anger too many times in last 3 months that now, getting away seems to be the best option.
Folding the paper, he put that on a near by desk and no matter how much he didn't want to look back, his heart and eyes didn't agree. His steps were in sync too as he slowly moved towards her letting his black orbs and poor heart, take their fill.
God, what has she done to herself. The face that could brightened up the whole office just with one look was now dipped in gloom. Her eyes were having black bags underneath. Her lips that used to shine up with gloss were now blanch. Oh Lord, How he used to love grazing on them. How he had missed that particular taste of her?
Hunching down, he rose his hand to push away the tendrils and rub her cheek with his thumb, just to relish the feel of her soft skin. Her cheek was ice cold. The warmness he used to feel cause of her blush on their proximity was missing.
"Hmmm..." She made a sound in the sleep and moved a little. Kabir quickly took off his hand as Ananya pulled up her scarf more on her arms before getting back static.
He got up as awareness met his hazy senses. He was not being away from her all these months just to fall back into her life and put her heart at the stakes of more pain and hurt. Nonetheless, putting off his blazer, he covered her up before turning away with a frustrated look.
What is she doing here? Is this another sick plan of Khalid? Is he really trying to be the match-maker? Or Ananya get to know about him being here?
Making an inaudible groan, he gave Ananya's petite form a last glance before moving towards his cabin. He needed answers. Otherwise, his head might explode.
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Khalid has just return from a business party and was ready to submit himself to his beauty sleep. God knows today, he will have a peaceful one after months.
Kabir had quickly created a place in Khalid's heart in just few months of their working relationship. He was like the kid, he sometimes way back in era's wished to have one day. His wit has always amazed him as well as his generosity. At one time, he used to be the straight forward goal focused man who can do anything to achieve success and somewhere, his that passion had worked immensely in KKN favor but Khalid had seen and witnessed that vacuum, that hole in his heart which desired love. This man needed more. He needed the best.
He had achieve respect, fame and popularity among people but somewhere, he needed that push of love and feeling of wanton that could make his heart beat.
And that was done by none other than one girl. Ananya Kashyap.
The same girl who used to be an unpopular name in his office earlier. Just another employee. But Kabir's guidance and support had made her shine. She came out as the dark horse. Her passion made KKN aired few so strong stories that none of their rivals could even dare to put forward. But if Ananya was groomed, in return her un-bashfulness and quirky nature slowly started to do its magic on him too. He has started to smile and bloom. Though he was distracted from his work sometimes but aren't journalist humans who need the same dose of love as others. They deserve to be zooned out sometimes and smiling at nothing particular at others.
They had compliment eachother. They had support eachother. They were basically made for eachother. Period.
And not only Khalid, but the whole staff, his and her friends, his and her family and not to forget, even his and her enemies acknowledge and accepted his fact.
Changing into his night clothes, he switched off the lights, get into his bed and put on his eye mask fully prepared to drift into a pleasant sleep when his cell rang.
"OH God!" He whined like a kid before turnng around and lifting up on lid of eye mask, saw the name. (Imagine his expressions like Mr.Bean...I can so visualize it)
"KABIR" It read. And he knew, if he will pick it up, all he would get is bashing and his dreams of sound sleep will be compromised..
So, not ready to hear him out just yet, Khalid power off his mobile before yawning and laying back.
Kabir should better learn how to control his anger if he needed to have a happy life ahead. Tame up!
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"Damn Khalid...Phir se wohi game..." Kabir said, fully in mood to blast of these stupid phones who no one likes to use, WHEN NEEDED. Especially, when needed.
"Hey Ananya...Kaisi ho?" He heard Malvika's voice from the outside and peeked just to see both girls hugging.
"Malvika...I am...good...app kaise ho?" And he sighed. God, how he had suffered to hear that voice.
"Main bilkul theek...Just see...kuch hi dinon main hum apna channel launch karne walay hain...Isn't it exciting?" Malvika smiled up just to see Ananya's earnest smile.
"It is...wahan office main bhi sab bohut excited thay..." Ananya informed, faking excitement.
"I...I am sorry...Kal raat meetings main itni late ho gaye k bilkul dimag se hi nikal gaya k tum anay wali ho...Dad ne sirf bataya tha k Delhi office se koi aa raha hai...tum aa rahi ho, ye nahi patah tha...and I am sorry tumhain yahan rukna para...Wo Idiot driver ne mujhe just atay howay inform kia k Dad k kehne pe usne tumhain pick kar k yahan drop kia tha" Malvika explained.
"It's ok...Zyada dair nahi howi...late hi pohanchi thi main...Actually aana tau Daljeet Singh ne tha par do hafte pehle hi us k paoon main fracture ho gaya...so Khalid sir ne mujhe offer ki..."
"Ohh...But tum Input Editor ki job kar paoo gi?" Malvika looked apprehensive.
"Wo actually, last 3 mahinon se main Daljeet ko assist hi kar rahi hoon...Field work ban kar diya Khalid sir ne...I think mujh se darr k k patah nahi kab kaun si musibat aa jaye meri wajha se..." Ananya giggled. and then sombered up. 'Abh Kabir jo nahin hain wahan mujhe bachanay ko' she wanted to add but Malvika's voice distracted her.
"I know...Khalid ne bataya tha...Anyways, main abhi arrange karti hoon tumhare hotel janay ka...Yahan pass main hi hotel hai...wahan tumhare stay ka full arrangement hai...But us se pehle, why don't you go down to canteen...Breakfast kar lo...Ok...Come, let me show you" And Malvika lead her towards the elevator as the canteen was on the below portion.
Kabir eyes followed her, step by step, taking in each of her action till she disappeared and then he slumped against the wall.
Staying away from her and restraining was tough but bearable. But now, having her infront and forcing himself to not touch her, grab her in a bone crushing all too heavenly hugs will be pure torture. Why can't other understand his heartaches?
But unknown to him, the others understood better. They knew he can't stay alive with the wounds of separation and hurt. He needs cure to get back to life instead of loosing himself in work. He needs smiles. And Ananya was the only answer.
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Part-5---------------Page-15
Next part coming in next two-three days...
will complete this fic now before writing next on TDH anyway...
not so good written but it was more about explaining their feelings...so do tell how you find this part...
ana
It had been 3 month just a few days back when he had last seen her, face to face. Heard her sweet voice. Witnessed her flawless expressions. And each day, she was missed- terribly.
Whatsoever, he had no information about her. How is she, what is she doing? No matter how much he wanted to know, he suppressed his emotions in that matter.
His only source in India was and is Khalid who has not left a stone unturned to burn his heart. He would update Kabir with a half information about Ananya, sometimes, mentioned her name here and there and then stop, urging him silently to question. To ask. And no matter how much he wanted it, he kept mum.
"Meri buri kismat ka badal main us k sir pe kaise parne doon" He would tell himself.
Taking out his blazer from the car, he put that on and looked at the now acquired KKN building in London from where they would be transmitting the New Entertainment channel just in few days.
He took a deep breath.
The feeling of accomplishment should be there as it was him who has been indulged in this project day and night from the last few weeks. His full concentration was given to plan out ways in order to make this channel a success right from the start. He had planned, discussed and sorted out things with Malvika and repeated them with Khalid and KL. Anything that could take his mind away from her thoughts.
But then, inside, all he actually felt was hollow.
What kind of a success this could be when he don't have people he love, to share it with.
Sighing, he raked his hands through his hairs which were still wet from the bath. Above, the cold of London was not making it any better. It was still early morning but he loved to be here at this time. Holding his coffee cup, looking out at the bright world through his cabin and then, remembering her. Their eye locks through his cabin door, her naughty expressions, her rasped voice. It were those moments that he actually smiled in last three months. Ananya Time. He had named it, in his heart.
Stepping up quickly on the stairs, he nodded his head in silent Hello to few of his colleagues who passed by before made his way to catch the elevator.
Getting out on his floor, he get hold of the newspaper from the stand before making his way.
"Good morning Sir..." His blond secretary, Sophie spoke up and hand over him the file, he had asked for yesterday. She knew his routine and so have to come earlier than the other staff.
"Thank you"
"Sir...Do you know her? Ummm...I guess, she has spent the whole night right here and I don't know who had asked her too." Sophie spoke up once again, making him lift up his gaze from the paper and look at the figure, she was pointing on to.
A deep breath left his breathing system with an audible voice.
Right there, laying haphazardly onto the metal visiting chairs, was his love. Ananya.
His heart thudded in expectation and happiness. OH MY GOD! Tum Waqai Yahan ho...His heart needed assurance. How much he has craved, yearned just to see her, once more. Touch her, once more. And there she was, being a vision looking like out from one of his dreams.
A hand curved under her head, providing support. Her legs bent while her classy round heel blue pomps where neatly placed down near the chair toe. THE MESSY GIRL TURNING APPROPRIATE.
She was wearing a skinny black jean with a full sleeves blue top and a blue white flower patterned scarp which must have been hung around her neck earlier and now was covering her up as a shawl. Her curly hairs flattered on her neck and face which were increased by an inch and were looking messed. She was being careless about them. And that churned him.
"Who the hell had let her stay here in such a cold weather...Have we been facing some crises with the hotels now?" He whispered with anger, keeping his voice low for her sake, demanding answers but Sophie could not miss the concern lying underneath those words.
"I...I don't know Sir...May be Malvika Maam can answer it..." Sophie excused on noticing the change in his mood and escaped. She had witnessed his anger too many times in last 3 months that now, getting away seems to be the best option.
Folding the paper, he put that on a near by desk and no matter how much he didn't want to look back, his heart and eyes didn't agree. His steps were in sync too as he slowly moved towards her letting his black orbs and poor heart, take their fill.
God, what has she done to herself. The face that could brightened up the whole office just with one look was now dipped in gloom. Her eyes were having black bags underneath. Her lips that used to shine up with gloss were now blanch. Oh Lord, How he used to love grazing on them. How he had missed that particular taste of her?
Hunching down, he rose his hand to push away the tendrils and rub her cheek with his thumb, just to relish the feel of her soft skin. Her cheek was ice cold. The warmness he used to feel cause of her blush on their proximity was missing.
"Hmmm..." She made a sound in the sleep and moved a little. Kabir quickly took off his hand as Ananya pulled up her scarf more on her arms before getting back static.
He got up as awareness met his hazy senses. He was not being away from her all these months just to fall back into her life and put her heart at the stakes of more pain and hurt. Nonetheless, putting off his blazer, he covered her up before turning away with a frustrated look.
What is she doing here? Is this another sick plan of Khalid? Is he really trying to be the match-maker? Or Ananya get to know about him being here?
Making an inaudible groan, he gave Ananya's petite form a last glance before moving towards his cabin. He needed answers. Otherwise, his head might explode.
-----------------------------
Khalid has just return from a business party and was ready to submit himself to his beauty sleep. God knows today, he will have a peaceful one after months.
Kabir had quickly created a place in Khalid's heart in just few months of their working relationship. He was like the kid, he sometimes way back in era's wished to have one day. His wit has always amazed him as well as his generosity. At one time, he used to be the straight forward goal focused man who can do anything to achieve success and somewhere, his that passion had worked immensely in KKN favor but Khalid had seen and witnessed that vacuum, that hole in his heart which desired love. This man needed more. He needed the best.
He had achieve respect, fame and popularity among people but somewhere, he needed that push of love and feeling of wanton that could make his heart beat.
And that was done by none other than one girl. Ananya Kashyap.
The same girl who used to be an unpopular name in his office earlier. Just another employee. But Kabir's guidance and support had made her shine. She came out as the dark horse. Her passion made KKN aired few so strong stories that none of their rivals could even dare to put forward. But if Ananya was groomed, in return her un-bashfulness and quirky nature slowly started to do its magic on him too. He has started to smile and bloom. Though he was distracted from his work sometimes but aren't journalist humans who need the same dose of love as others. They deserve to be zooned out sometimes and smiling at nothing particular at others.
They had compliment eachother. They had support eachother. They were basically made for eachother. Period.
And not only Khalid, but the whole staff, his and her friends, his and her family and not to forget, even his and her enemies acknowledge and accepted his fact.
Changing into his night clothes, he switched off the lights, get into his bed and put on his eye mask fully prepared to drift into a pleasant sleep when his cell rang.
"OH God!" He whined like a kid before turnng around and lifting up on lid of eye mask, saw the name. (Imagine his expressions like Mr.Bean...I can so visualize it)
"KABIR" It read. And he knew, if he will pick it up, all he would get is bashing and his dreams of sound sleep will be compromised..
So, not ready to hear him out just yet, Khalid power off his mobile before yawning and laying back.
Kabir should better learn how to control his anger if he needed to have a happy life ahead. Tame up!
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"Damn Khalid...Phir se wohi game..." Kabir said, fully in mood to blast of these stupid phones who no one likes to use, WHEN NEEDED. Especially, when needed.
"Hey Ananya...Kaisi ho?" He heard Malvika's voice from the outside and peeked just to see both girls hugging.
"Malvika...I am...good...app kaise ho?" And he sighed. God, how he had suffered to hear that voice.
"Main bilkul theek...Just see...kuch hi dinon main hum apna channel launch karne walay hain...Isn't it exciting?" Malvika smiled up just to see Ananya's earnest smile.
"It is...wahan office main bhi sab bohut excited thay..." Ananya informed, faking excitement.
"I...I am sorry...Kal raat meetings main itni late ho gaye k bilkul dimag se hi nikal gaya k tum anay wali ho...Dad ne sirf bataya tha k Delhi office se koi aa raha hai...tum aa rahi ho, ye nahi patah tha...and I am sorry tumhain yahan rukna para...Wo Idiot driver ne mujhe just atay howay inform kia k Dad k kehne pe usne tumhain pick kar k yahan drop kia tha" Malvika explained.
"It's ok...Zyada dair nahi howi...late hi pohanchi thi main...Actually aana tau Daljeet Singh ne tha par do hafte pehle hi us k paoon main fracture ho gaya...so Khalid sir ne mujhe offer ki..."
"Ohh...But tum Input Editor ki job kar paoo gi?" Malvika looked apprehensive.
"Wo actually, last 3 mahinon se main Daljeet ko assist hi kar rahi hoon...Field work ban kar diya Khalid sir ne...I think mujh se darr k k patah nahi kab kaun si musibat aa jaye meri wajha se..." Ananya giggled. and then sombered up. 'Abh Kabir jo nahin hain wahan mujhe bachanay ko' she wanted to add but Malvika's voice distracted her.
"I know...Khalid ne bataya tha...Anyways, main abhi arrange karti hoon tumhare hotel janay ka...Yahan pass main hi hotel hai...wahan tumhare stay ka full arrangement hai...But us se pehle, why don't you go down to canteen...Breakfast kar lo...Ok...Come, let me show you" And Malvika lead her towards the elevator as the canteen was on the below portion.
Kabir eyes followed her, step by step, taking in each of her action till she disappeared and then he slumped against the wall.
Staying away from her and restraining was tough but bearable. But now, having her infront and forcing himself to not touch her, grab her in a bone crushing all too heavenly hugs will be pure torture. Why can't other understand his heartaches?
But unknown to him, the others understood better. They knew he can't stay alive with the wounds of separation and hurt. He needs cure to get back to life instead of loosing himself in work. He needs smiles. And Ananya was the only answer.
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Part-5---------------Page-15
Next part coming in next two-three days...
will complete this fic now before writing next on TDH anyway...
not so good written but it was more about explaining their feelings...so do tell how you find this part...
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