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Chapter 4:
A woman with beautiful hair sighed as she set her pen down & shut the diary, remembering to keep a bookmark inside. It had been years ago now, but the memory of every torture, every scream, every scar was embedded deep & fresh in her mind. It was almost as if it all just happened yesterday.
At the peak of her career, now a world acclaimed journalist & one of the most powerful popular women in the continent, she still couldn't believe where she'd reached today. Even though her husband had always credited her hardwork for her achievements, She knew that nothing would have ever been possible without her husband, her pillar of support through thick & thin.
A soft smile graced her face when a strong pair of arms encased her in a hug from behind & rested her against a warm, well muscled chest. She leaned into the embrace, as her nostrils engulfed the familiar scent that had comforted her, made her feel safe by assuring her of his presence in the most testing of situations. A sigh escaped her lips as a pair of masculine lips pressed against the junction of her creamy white shoulder & neck.
A: Aagaye aap....
She stated with a small smile playing on her lips, her eyes still closed in pleasure.
K: hmmm....
He murmured against her skin, making her shiver.
K: Kya karu jaan, tumhaare bina office mein mann hi nahi lagta!
The woman chuckled, being able to imagine her husband pout. This fun side of his would forever be only towards his family. Otherwise, in public a man of his stature most certainly didn't pout.
A: Abhi toh....kuch aur saal main doubaara office join nahi kar paungi.
She sighed, her elegant & long fingers that looked pretty even without any nail polish, fingered the scar on her midsection lovingly. A tiny blush graced her ivory skin, turning it a pretty shade of baby pink.She huffed & puffed at her smirking husband who knew exactly why she was blushing. He just loved teasing her lately, especially on topics that made her feel shy even after a few years of marriage.
K: Sorry...
He whispered huskily into her ear, knowing very well what that rich velvety baritone did to her: melt her into a puddle.
A: Toh.....aaj kiski band bajaayi desh ke sabse powerful journalist ne?
She questioned turning to kiss her husband's clean shaved cheek. Just as he was about to answer, they were interrupted by a sweet baby babble.
A tiny tot, was trying to toddle across the room. One hand of hers clutched a rather large stuffed teddy bear while the other one was busy clutching the teapoy with child-proof round edges.
This was her baby! Her little baby was the most precious little baby girl ever with her golden brown hair, even if they were only a few tufts as of now....however the elaborate curly shape of them were exactly like her husband's & so were those eyes...
Kabir's molten chocolate coloured ones...
Avni was their miracle baby....born after nearly 4 years of marriage It had been nearly impossible for her & Kabir to conceive owing to the amount of stress, pressure & other agonising feelings that she'd felt during her captivity had taken a toll on her...
Finally they had been lucky.....
Avni was the apple of their eyes, their reason to live on, their everything!
There stood the light of their lives, the tiny ivory skinned, rosy chubby cheeked baby with big doe shaped eyes & delicate rosebud like lips & of course Ananya 's elaborate curls with Kabir's hair colour. They were always marveled by the elaborate model like curls of hair Avni was born with.
Kabir & Ananya chuckled at her antics seeing her sternly scold her teddy bear in her baby language, in a manner eerily similar to that of her father's.
Then, suddenly the baby 's happy babbling came to a stop when suddenly her chubby little legs quivered & she fell with a plomp on her tiny diapered baby bottom on the plush carpeted floor.
Hearing their baby whine, Kabir was about to rush to her when Ananya held him back, shaking her head. Kabir gave his wife a confused look, but gave in.
A: Shhhh....
Ananya hushed his protests, asking him to look on.
Little Avni huffed loudly, hurling her the excess weight hindering her mission i.e her stuffed toy across the room only for him to land face firat against a wall before crumpling to the ground. Ananya raised an eyebrow before sending a teasing look towards Kabir, who in turn glared at her. It was pretty obvious that their otherwise sweet baby had inherited her father's temper
Next, the little one used both her dimpled hands to support herself. The overjoyed new parents clapped happily at their baby 's little milestone. Avni let out a squeal seeing that her father was home. Deciding that walking was too slow, she came crawling full speed towards her overjoyed father.
Ananya watched Kabir, who beamed happily at the sight of his small daughter & scooped her up in those strong arms of his, that she so loved.
Avni giggled as Kabir peppered her chubby face with kisses, making Ananya smile fondly. He hugged her tiny body to his chest, holding her close to him with a deeply content & peaceful expression. Kabir loved their baby madly, deeply a bit too my huch. It brought Ananya immense happiness to have finally given Kabir the baby he'd craved for.
He didn't think she knew how he used to longingly watch the little babies in the orphanage the visited squeal & gurgle. How happily he played with them. He never said a word to her, but she knew. He'd done so much for her, healed her with his love & so much more that words couldn't express, all she wanted was to keep him happy forever. Ananya smiled to herself, shifting her attention back to their baby girl. However, she could not help but roll her eyes at the sight of the brand new doll in Avni 's hands.
She shot her sheepish husband a disapproving look. Kabir would end up spoiling their child the way he brought her a gift absolutely each day while coming home from work.
Kabir smiled apologetically at Ananya who was still giving him stern looks. He cupped her cheek lovingly, inching closer, smirking when he hear his wife's breathe hitch even after all these years. Their faces were a few millimetres apart when.....
" Baaaaahhhhh!! Yaaaaa! Uuuuuu!!"
Avni 's sudden gurgle caused them to nearly jump away. Kabir made a sulky face & Ananya blushed.
Both parents locked gazes with each other as their overexcited daughter patted Kabir's cheeks & babbled away in her own baby language which none of them could make any sense of & burst out laughing.
Kabir's smug face glancing at an irritated Ananya was proof enough that the overexcited trait had been passed on to Avni from Ananya.
It was amusing to watch Big bad Kabir Sharma, the owner of his newly launched yet extremely successful channel, whom employees feared yet admired & respected, like this....a loving, sweet father who pampered his baby way too much for her liking.....
Taking the baby from him, Ananya kissed her forehead, hugging her close. Avni was too precious. She'd never thought that she would ever have a baby of her own, that too with such a wonderful, loving husband. She loved her baby to bits.
A: Aap zara ise pakdiye, main bathroom mein iske liye paani garm kardeti hoon. Aaj humaari angel ko nehlaana hai.
Ananya told him.
K: Oh wow! You mean kapdo ke saath humdono ko muft mein nahana hai?
He drawled.
A: Obviously.
Ananya giggled, shaking her head at Kabir 's expression.
However, the baby had other ideas, for she clung to her mother with a considerably strong grip for her size & age. Avni whined on being finally separated from her mother but Ananya kissed her chubby cheek promising to be back in a minute.
Luckily, Avni successfully calmed down with a few tricks from Kabir, more than happy to be in her father's arms.
K: Dekha, no one can resist me....
Kabir threw Ananya his signature smirk when the baby cuddled up in his embrace much like her mother did. Ananya was about to give a saucy reply when Avni's face turned beetred. A concerned Kabir tried to soothe her desperately but the baby continued to tighten her posture & redden slightly more before a sound of satisfaction escaped her little lips.
Kabir scrunched his face at the deadly odor that could potentially be used as a biological weapon in his opinion.
K: This smell should be illegal! Kya khilaya hail
Kabir managed to sputter with a covered nose.
Ananya clapped her hands, doubling over in hysterical laughter which only increased at Kabir's glare
A: Aaye the bade no one can resist me! Avni toh sirf aapki goad mein halki hone aayi thi!
Ananya giggled & Kabir just smiled, loving the sound of his wife's tinkling laughter. After all these years, he still remembered her painful cries & all he wanted was to keep his love safe & happy.
K: Main humaari angel ka diaper badal deta hoon.
He told Ananya, bouncing his gurgling child despite the odour.
K: Aisi gandi badboo marke papa ko tang nahi karte baby.
Kabir cooed his little doll who only babbled in reply, flailing her tiny hands happily. Ananya laughed harder.
A: I don't think so " Avni ke papa"!!
She chortled & Kabir rolled his eyes.
A while later, when Kabir had freshened up & Avni had been put to sleep, Ananya turned to Kabir.
A: Achcha, Kabir ab toh aapne Avni ko bhi sula diya, ab toh dinner karlijiye. Rukiye main abhi khaana lagati hoon.
Ananya told Kabir.
However, she'd just turned to head to the kitchen when Kabir pulled her by her waist & she landed against his chest with a thud.
A: Kabir......
He cut her off by leaning in dangerously close to her, playing havoc on her senses.
K: Itni bhi kya jaldi hai Mrs Kabir Sharma? Dinner toh hota rahega....lekin usse pehle.....
Kabir whispered something intensely in Ananya's ear making her gasp, turn red & try push him away. Blushing furiously, Ananya tried to escape her naughty husband & into the kitchen, however Kabir had other plans, for he scooped his wife up in his arms. Ignoring her sequel of surprise, he took her back inside their bedroom, ignoring her half hearted shy protests.
PRESENT:
KKN office :
Kabir stepped inside the office room, the next morning, heading towards his cabin. An ecstatic Trisha squealed, nudging a working Richa.
T: Yaar!!! Dekh! Kabir sirrr!!!!
Richa looked funny at her jumping friend before concentrating back on her computer screen.
R: Haan! Toh? Unhone ye office join kiya hai, toh aayenge hi na.
Richa told her in an obvious tone, without looking away from the computer.
T: Arreyyy haaan!!! Lekin tujhe pata hai, yaad hai maine kal bataya tha ki kal Select CITYWALK mall paas exhibition laga hai?
Trisha asked excitedly & impatiently.
Richa took a look at her over-excited friend, closing the application temporarily, realising that no work of hers would get done without Trisha's gossip session being completed.
Ri: haan?
She prodded her to go on, but instead Trisha pulled her up from her seat, almost dragging her to the cafeteria.
Finally, an order of two coffees & a almost angry Richa at beimg unceremoniously hauled to cafeteria later, Trisha began her tale again.
T: Phir, shopping ke baad maine socha mall mein bhi ek chakkar maar loon. Tujhe pata hai vaha maine kise dekha??? Kabir sir ko!!! Vo bhi Chanel aur Zara mein!!!! Haayeee! He looked so cute!!! Aur maze ki baat batau, vo kisi ladki ke liye shopping kar rahe hai! But obviously, like a typical male vo aurto ke kapdo ko aise dekh rahe the jaise koi alien ho!!!!
Trisha gushed, as excited as ever. Richa gave Trisha & incredulous look.
Ri: C'mon Trisha! Vo KABIR SHARMA hai! Tu toh jaanti hai ki journalism ki dunia mein unki kya image hai. Rich, suave, manipulative & a compulsive womaniser. Kar rahe honge apmi kisi girlfriend ke liye shopping. Aakhir aisi ladkiyaan bhi toh unki naam, shohrat aur looks ki vajah se hi unki taraf khichi chali jaati hai.
Richa told her, sipping her coffee nonchalantl, not understanding what the fuss about what Kabir did in his personal life was about.
Roh: Kisi ladki ke liye shopping? Kya baat hai? Kabir sir mujhe apni girlfriend ko pamper karne waale type ke lage nahi the. Kamaal hai!
Rohan Singhania, one of KKN 's popular anchors mused as he joined them, adjusting his hair consciously.
T: YESS!!! Imaaginnnee!!! Kitni lucky hogi na vo!
Trisha said dreamily making Richa her eyes & Rohan nearly pouted.
Roh: Trisha ji! Hummein kya kami hai? Hum bhi handsome hai!!!
Rohan made googly eyes at Trisha who gave her own coy smile.
T: Of course ho! Lekin Kabir sir is just soooo.....hot, handsome, masculine, aur unki personality....haaaayyeeee!!!! He's just dreamy yaar!
K: Well, thank you Trisha!
All of them nearly jumped, seeing the senior they were just talking about materialise before them suddenly & had most probably heard their conversation.
K: Richa, main ye aur kuch information mili hai mere source se, vahi tumhe dene aaya tha. I think you should leave with the OB vans. Trisha just help her out with anything she needs. Get cracking!
Kabir told them, before turning to Rohan and asking him to see him in his cabin after half an hour, before turning & heading down the stairs.
Roh: Oh no! Kabir sir ne sab sunliya Trishaji!
Rohan exclaimed & Trisha just rolled her eyes.
T: Toh kya hua? Jhooth thodi kaha maine.....
Richa & Rohan rolled their eyes this time seeing Trisha 's glazed dreamy eyes.
T: By the way, Richa tu na badi boring hogayi hai aajkal! Kaash humaari tigdi ki teesri member bhi.....
Trisha stopped short, noticing a dejected looking Ronnie, who'd obviously heard their conversation.
Ri: Uh...Hi Ronnie! Tu yaha?
Richa immediately stood up, greeting her colleague cum friend nervously.
Ro: Hi...sunn Trisha, Malvika ne tujhe bulaya hai.
Ronnie told her monotonously & Trisha nodded. Richa's face fell at Ronnie 's emotionless tone. Before anyone could say another word, Ronnie had left. Trisha patted Richa's shoulder comfortingly before leaving to meet Malvika.
Khalid's Cabin:
Kh: Well Manav, about that let me see......ah Kabir!
Khalid exclaimed on seeing Kabir walk in when he was mid conversation with Manav.
K: Khalid, ye raha saara paperwork. Maine jaisa tumse kaha tha, maine apne lawyer se kehkar ismein vo clause daal diya hai.
Kabir informed him before politely nodding in acknowledgement at Manav.
M: Kaisa clause Kabir sahab? KKN ke stakes maangrahe hai kya?
Manav asked with a crooked grin that betrayed his actual thoughts.
Kh: Manav, my boy! Let's call it....the ' Kabir Clause'. According to it, jabtak Kabir KKN news channel ke Editor-in-chief ki post par hai, tabtak koi Co-editor ki position hogi hi nahi.
Khalid hid away a smirk, enjoying Manav 's first baffled, then irritated & finally extremely angry face.
M: Excuse me Khalid? Ye khudse aisa clause kaise daal sakte hai? I...I mean...office mein kitne log tarakki kar rahe hai, and if someone deserves to be promoted, made the Co-editor.....
Mabav trailed off angrily, at the fact that his dream seemed to be crumbling right before him, curtesy : one Kabir Sharma!
Kh: umm...that's how it is....
Khalid shrugged nonchalantly however he wasn't fooling either of the men in the room. However, both deemed it fit to not converse about it.
Kh: Manav, look.....I understand how you feel...lekin KKN needs Kabir...badly! Aur aisi situation mein KL Kabir ki kisi bhi demand ko mana nahi karega. He's readily agreed to this clause infact.
Khalid informed the disgruntled senior employee who huffed in a seemingly innocent Kabir's direction.
M: Of course, how can I forget ki ab jyaha chatra raaj start ho chuka hai. All the best....Kabir Sahab!
Manav stomped off, spitting out Kabir name as if it were poisonous.
K: What was that?
Kabir asked in a tone that heavily betrayed the smirk playing on those perfect masculine lips. Khalid simply quirked an eyebrow in reply.
Kh: Lets head to the conference room. Editorial meeting ka waqt hogaya hai, kyu? I'll have Rajesh call everyone.
Khalid told Kabir as the two made their way out of the forner's cabin.
Conference Room:
Ro: Yes sir, hum abhi iske details nikalkar aapje cabin mein aate hai.
Rohan told Kabir who nodded in agreement. He was however distracted, his expression being one of slight irritation due to Malvika's not so subtle silent flirtations.
Finally sick of her touching him, Kabir took a sip of his a bit too hot coffee forcfully in order to move his hand away from hers. He almost screamed out his thanks to the stars when his cell phone came to life as soon as the last bit of his black coffee was gone.
Manav frowned seeing Kabir 's visibly worried expression seeing the caller ID, before it disappeared into the usual stoic look, as soon as it came.
K: Excuse me guys, I need to take this.....
Kabir said as he received the call, moving away from the conference table.
Mal: Sure Kabir, take your time....
Malvika purred & Kabir deeply resisted making a face at her.
K: Mrs D'Souza? All okay, Ananya theek toh hai na? Is something wrong?
Kabir implored impatiently of the old nurse who smiled lightly to herself. It was rare to see such eep young love nowadays, she thought to herself.
N: Ji, ji sir. Absolutely. I hope maine aapko disturb nahi kiya? Main sirf ye jaanna chahti thi ki Ananya ma'am ke reports kabtak aayenge. Ananya ma'am iswaqt sirf painkillers par hai, lekin aur medication prescribe karne ke liye reports ka jaldi milna zaroori hai. Dr Sinha busy thi, isliye maine socha aapko kuch pata hoga.
The nurse asked. Mrs D'Souza had been called on recommendation of Dr Sinha from another hospital, not the one where Dr Sinha had gotten Ananya's tests done.
Kabir took in the query before answering.
K: Right. I understand. Kal dupeher tak aajayenge. Main aakar de jaunga.
Kabir informed her.
N: Sure sir, thank you. Have a good day.
The nurse concluded her conversation, having gotten her answer.
K: You too.
Kabir spoke. Just as he was about to cut the call, he heard a loud cry of pain before it was muffled halfway.
K: Vo Ananya thi na? Mrs D'Souza? Vaha kya horaha hai? Bataiyye na....Ananya theek toh hai na? Is she in pain? Mrs D'Souza aap...
Kabir stopped short, realising he was rambling. Kabir Sharma may have done many things, but he DIDN'T ramble! He had lost control of himself, his mind clouded with worry for his newly wedded & greatly injured wife.
K: Tum theek toh hona? Main....vaha aajau?
The desperation & worry was evident in Kabir's voice as he spoke to Ananya. He didn't even realise when he dropped the formal ' aap' for a deeply worried ' tum'. He heard Ananya let out a soft sigh before she answered.
A: Thank you, lekin main theek hoon. Aap please meri chinta mat kijiye. Please, mere liye apna office ka kaam chodkar mat aiyye, vo zyaada zaroori hai. I'm fine.
Kabir heard the voice he could never tire of hearing : Sweet & hopelessly mesmerizing!! Although, he'd instantly perked up at how little importance Ananya gave herself & was about to correct her, saying that obviously came first before anything in his life.
However, a part of his mind stopped him, questioning him as to why he was about to say so. It reminded him the bitter truth, no matter how much he denied that it didn't affect him, it did, already. Ananya was in his life just for a while, before he had to set her free, free from her past evils, free from pain & from him & their marriage.
With a significantly worsened mood, Kabir gently assured Ananya that he was just a call away.
K: Apna khayal rakhiye please....
He'd trailed off softly before the call ended.
Meanwhile, obviously having heard bits & peices of the conversation, Manav was quick to start gossiping.
M: Ye Kabir kiske baarein mein itni chinta kar raha hai?
He asked & some of the reporters wondered about it curiously while the others like Richa Ronnie simply rolled their eyes.
T: I knew it! Kabir sir ki koi special lady ' friend' hogi! He's such a sweet & caring boyfriend!!!!!
Trisha squealed before stiffening & trying to see if Kabir heard her. She heaved a sigh of relief seeing that he was still on the phone.
Manav smirked, wondering about this new peice of information while Malvika didn't look too happy.
Mal: Zaroori nahi hai, it can be just a friend. Hum sabhi jaante hai ki Kabir kaise sabko saath lekar chalta hai, sabki fikra hai use, isn't it Khalid?
Malvika turned to Khalid to back her up but was met with a smirk instead.
Kh: jealous?
Khalid whispered to her, annoying her further.
Kh: Well, uh...Kabir's a dashing man. I'm not surprised. Iss desh mein aisi konsi ladki hai Kabir Sharma ki girlfriend ya better half nahi banna chahti?
Khalid asked with a knowing smile on his face & Malvika huffed.
Mal: You mean....Kabir ka bank balance aur fame ko chahti hai? Plus it doesn't exactly hurt that he's quite handsome.
Malvika bit out crassly & most people chose to ignore her or not react altogether. However Khalid could be seen shaking his head down Manav had a calculative look on his face.
K: Alright guys, I'm sorry for the interruption. Let's carry on.
Kabir addressed his colleagues & staff as he once again took his seat at the head of the table.
Lunch Time:
Kabir swiftly exited his cabin, making his way towards the door of the office room, when he heard a coy voice call out his given name. Kabir scrunched his eyes in irritation. He his mind was already bursting with worry for Ananya & he wanted to go check on her as soon as possible. He didn't need this right now.
K: Yes Malvika?
Kabir offered her his signature * I Know No One Can Resist Me* smile, being careful to maintain a safe distance from her.
Mal: Aaj tumhaare naye show ka pehle episode hai na, toh maine kuch ideas ikaththa kiya hai, if you don't mind, mere cabin mein chalkar discuss kare. Tum chaho toh main Ramesh se keh deti hoon, vo lunch vahi le aayega.
Kabir glanced at the daughter of the rich owner of KKN who thought that the world would always go her way.
He knew exactly what she wanted to achieve, but wasn't the least bit interested. As more concern & anxiousness gnawed away at his heart, Kabir became all the more desperate to leave.
K: That's sweet of you Malvika! Par iswaqt mujhe ek news ke silsile mein bahar jaana hai, toh lunch toh bahar hi hoga. Sorry, do you mind if we meet for coffee? Shyaam ko, my cabin?
Kabir suggested knowing that the last thing at this stage, when he had just gotten the ultimate power he'd worked so hard for, was to upset the owner 's offspring. No matter how much it irritated him. But then, to gain something, sacrifices are essential. So coffee with Malvika it was, unfortunately for him.
Kabir' s mind was full of thoughts about Ananya as he drove through the streets of Delhi, heading to the Delhi Kranti head office. He met Panditji outside the office itself & the two walked inside, deciding on coffee in the former's cabin.
P: Kabir! Aaj yaha kaise? Itne bade Editor-in-cheif, humaare chote se office mein?
He teased causing Kabir to flush lightly.
P: Aur batao? Ananya beti kaisi hai? Tum uska poora khayal jo rakh rahe ho, theek hi hogi! Kyu?
Kabir's flush deepened & he realised that his mentor was in a mood to tease him today.
K: She's....in pain.
Kabir sighed & the smile disappeared off Panditji's face, replaced by a grim look.
K: Unn janwaro ne kya haal kardiya hai uska. Uski nurse bata rahi thi ki Ananya ke shareer ka ek hissa nahi hai jo chot se bacha ho! Uss din agar main nahi aata toh vo uska rape.....
Kabir scrunched his eyes, shuddering in disgust. Panditji too looked equally repulsed.
P: Don't worry Kabir, beta maine bhi apne kuch sources unn logo ke peeche lagaye hai. Jaldi hi hum ye poora racket expose kardenge aur Ananya beti ko insaaf dilvaayenge Hmm?
He smiled affectionately at the young, ambitious journalist, he considered like his own son.
Kabir nodded briskly before taking gulp of his coffee.
K: I know....vaise main actually yaha apna kuch bacha hua saamaan lene aaya tha. Kuch files vagera hai.
P: Of course, uske baad saath mein lunch karlein? Der hogayi hai na?
Panditji suggested, glancing at his watch.
K: Sure.....
Kabir agreed with a smile. Panditji raised an eyebrow, Kabir smiling was something he didn't see often.
P: Aur raha sawaal unn darindo ka, Kabir Sharma se takrakar pachtaayenge vo!
He grinned cheekily at Kabir, hoping to cheer him up. He had obviously succeeded, seeing as a devilish smirk spread across his student's face.
K: Bohot zyaada.
He stressed with venom in his voice. Panditji patted his shoulder supportively.
****
Kh: Oh I'm telling you! It's going to be marvelous!!!
Khalid cried out in sheer excitement as Kabir buttoned up his suit jacket, completing his News anchor look.
Kh: Mera phone toh bajta hi raha aaj ka poora din, you know. The nation is so excited for the first episode of Khaas Khabre Kabir Sharma Ke Saath.
Khalid went on & on happily, knowing that from there on there would be no looking back for KKN's success now that Kabir Sharma, himself had taken over.
K: Aur main bhi......
Kabir spoke with a confident smirk, striding out of the green room with Khalid right behind him.
Kabir adjusted his earpiece, politely thanking the office help who placed his cup of coffee before hi on the news desk. Remembering Khalid's talks about how the eager nation or rather the world would watch his new 9 pm segment, he couldn't help but think of a certain woman, beautiful beyond words but currently injured & resting the comfort of his home.
A random thought about Ananya & whether she would watch him tonight came into his mind almost instantly & suddenly for once in several years, Kabir found himself becoming conscious & a little nervous? Would she like it? Or not? Kabir found himself wondering something, he hadn't cared about in the past. His news wether in print media or mass media was flawless & famous & he knew it.
Mal: Kabir....we're ready to go on air in 5, 4, 3, 2,1....
Kabir was tempted to make a face at Malvika for interrupting his chain of thoughts, but resisted.
K: Nanashkar! KKN ki iss nayi Khass peshkash mein, main Kabir Sharma humaare sabhi darshako ka swaagat karta hoon.
He began......
Meanwhile,
Ananya glanced at the greek god clad in a dark formal suit with a dark blue tie in contrast to the crisp white shirt he wore. Even though Kabir was looking straight in front while reading news, however to Ananya it seemef as if he were looking right through her, penetrating her, like his deep, expressive eyes always did to her. She unconsciously played with the pendent of her mangalsutra as she looked at Kabir.
Mrs D'Souza had suggested watching TV for a while to get Ananya distracted from the thoughts of the hell Kabir had rescued her from, that seemed to haunt her day & night. Knowing it was Kabir's new show going on air that day, Ananya had softly suggested watching KKN & the old nurse had beamed.
N: Sir bohot hi talented hai. Articles toh behtareen likhte hai, saath hi news padhte bhi bohot achcha hai. Aap unhi ke baarein mein soch rahi hai ma'am?
Ananya let out tiny gasp of surprise hearing Mrs D'Souza.
A: Ji? N...nahi...vo main....
Ananya nodded her head in a yes vaguely before shaking it quickly. She fumbled infront of the smiling nurse before who simply nodded. This caused her to become embarrassed on being caught.
N: Lekin, I'm sure....sir aapke baarein mein zaroor sochrahe honge. Bohot chinta karte hai vo aapki, aaj phone par kitni fikra thi unki aawaaz mein.
She said with a smile, as she sat down in front of her steadily turning favourite patient. Ananya looked up from her lap before lowering her lashes in a saddened manner, finding her lap extremely interesting at that moment.
A: Nahi Mrs D'Souza, vo mujh jaisi aurat ki tarah aankh uthaakar bhi nahi dekhenge. Vo dil ke bohot achche hai na, bas isliye meri madat kar rahe hai. Vo toh itne bade, successful journalist hai. Kai khubsoorat ladkiyaan unka saath chahto hongi. Aur ab toh ek channel ke Editor-in-chief hai. Aur main.....
She trailed off, disgust evident on her face.
A: ek....ek....
She couldn't even complete it & turned away, protecting the anguish on her face with a magazine that was kept nearby & pretended to read it, hoping that the concerned nurse didn't notice her pain.
Ananya didn't know why, but the fact that she wasn't worthy of a man like Kabir ( She thinks so) hurt.....hurt way too much than it should have. Where were these feelings coming from?
*****
Finally having escaped successfully before Malvika could accost him, Kabir was buckling himself up in his car, before he zoomed to his residence.
Pushing open the door styled with wooden logs, Kabir stepped into his living room. Without even bothering to remove his shoes, he headed straight to his bedroom.
Mrs D'souza, the nurse was wheeling a trolley to the side of the room & Kabir winced as he saw the blood stained bandages & cotton
Ananya lay on the bed with her eyes closed. To Kabir 's relief, she looked peacefully.
Inspite of those horrible bruises & white bandages, without an ounce of make up, to him Ananya looked enthreal. In that moment, Kabir forgot all about his stressful life filled with jealous rivals, flirty women, opportunist enemies & the responsibility of the channel.
She looked so serene & pure. He noticed that in spite of all the designer wear he'd brought her, Ananya was dressed simply with the light smudge of sindoor in her parting & the dainty mangalsutra resting Lost in admiring his wife 's peaceful figure, Kabir hesitantly stroked her hair in an attempt to soothe the light frown on her forehead. The marital symbols she wore, created a sense of possessiveness somewhere deep in a corner of his heart, still unknown to him.
He chuckled lightly to himself as he tucked a loose strand of her now shiny, smooth curls behind her ear that tickled her skin, causing her to scrunch her nose rather adorably.
Ananya opened her eyes to see the most handsome man she'd laid her eyes on, smile tenderly at her.
K: Leti raho!
Kabir told her gently as Ananya scrambled to get up seeing her husband. He sighed when Ananya nodded obidietly lay back down.
K: Tum...ab kaisi ho?
Kabir questioned softly, breaking the silence a minute later.
A: Ji..main...main theek hoon.
Ananya answered in slightly quivering but otherwise monotonous voice.
Kabir smiled at her reassuringly.
K: Tum aaraam karo...main fresh hokar aata hoon..hmm?
His gentle fingers stroking her hair was already lulling her back to slumber land, clearly proven by her drooping eyelids. It was obvious that she was still under the heavy morphine dosage Dr Sinha had prescribed for her.
*****
A freshly showered Kabir walked out of his bedroom, drying his hair, out to the living room where the nurse had been standing to initially allow the couple privacy.
K: Mrs D'Souza, uh...Ananya aaj din bhar theek thi na? I...mean...
The elderly nurse smiled to see the young, concerned husband who was a well known, ruthless journalist sputter before her. Young love! She smiled to herself.
N: Ji sir. Ananya madam ke saare parameters kaafi hadd tak normal the aaj. Par morphine ke bawajood kaafi dard mein hai vo. Jatati nahi hai, par main dekh sakti hoon.
The old nurse told Kabir a little worriedly. However this only brought out the maddening rage already budding in his heart for those wretched people who'd hurt an innocent woman so brutally.
K: Jis dinn ye log mere haath laggaye na.....
Kabir trailed off threateningly & the nurse only smiled sympathetically at him.
N: Main samajhti hoon sir. Don't worry, ma'am ki report ke hisaab se internal injuries toh hai but hopefully koi permanent damage nahi hoga, according to the doctor. Par sir, sach kahu toh Ananya ma'am mentally damaged hai.
Unn logo ne unke sirf shareer ko nahi, mann ko bhi damage kiya hai. Vo poora din chup chap padi rehti hai, her eyes are blank. Abtak vo meri kisi aur baat ko theek se respond nahi kar rahi hai.
She sneered in disgust at the viscous men who'd tormented Ananya beyond her wildest dreams. She'd already begun to like the sweet, young woman who was only a little younger than her own children.
She felt guilty to be the bearer of such bad news & it especially increased seeing Kabir 's crumpled face.
N: Lekin haan sir....
The nurse began with a tiny smile.
N: Jab bhi aapka naam aata hai, Ananya ma'am respond karti hai. Unhone aapka naya show bhi dekha aaj, muskuraate hue. Don't worry sir, lekin Dr Sinha aur mujhe poora vishwaas hai ki ma'am poori tarah recover karengi. She just needs time & care. Vaise, maine unki dressing change kardi hai. Aapko sirf unhe dinner ke baad ki davaaiyaan deni hai. Ye lijiye, maine naam likhkar rakhe hai.
She smiled meaningfully at him, & handing him a peice of paper before grabbing her medical bag from the couch.
K: Bilkul, thank you Mrs D'Souza. I understand. Aiyye main aapko bahar tak chod deta hoon. Phir Ananya ke liye dinner bhi banana hai. Aaj zara der hogayi, use kaafi bhook lag gayi hogi abtak.
Mrs D'Souza nodded, genuinely happy to see the concern of the young man before her, for his wife.
*******
Kabir hurriedly stepped into his well equipped kitchen, wanting to whip up his newly wedded wife a decent meal.
Quickly, frying up the vegetable in the pan, while flipping a roti simultaneously. Turning off the burner, the great Editor- in-cheif quickly plated up the food, before heading to his bedroom.
Entering his room, Kabir found Ananya sitting up in bed, deeply interested in her fidgeting fingers resting on her comforter covered lap.
K: Hi!
Ananya looked up suddenly, regretting it instantly & wincing in pain. Immediately Kabir was by her side, whispering apologies, carefully settling her against a few pillows.
Ananya nodded at him in acknowledgement before lowering her gaze again. The elaborate meal Kabir had made her appeared before her suddenly as he slid the tray carrying her dinner in her lap.
Kabir frowned seeing Ananya struggle to tear off a peice of the roti & hold the spoonful of dal mixed with rice rather weirdly.
K: Are you okay?
Kabir asked worriedly, taking the spoon from her trembling fingers. He smiled reassuringly at Ananya, seeing her hesitate.
A: Ji...vo actually....aap jis subah aaye the, usse ek raat pehle hi jal gaye the. M...maine bhaagne ki koshish ki toh.....
Ananya scrunched her eyes tight, pushing the painful memory away from her, or at least trying to.
Kabir 's eyes widened in shock. Red hot rage clouded him completely but he used every ounce of his self control to remain calm & not alarm Ananya.
K: Ananya ye.....tumne mujhe pehle kyu nahi bataya? Bohot dard hai? Main Mrs D' souza ko vapas bula loon?
He asked worriedly.
Ananya wondered in her mind about how someone could be so perfect? So flawless? So caring, sweet, understanding, observant, so...everything???!!!
A: Ji nahi....
She spoke softly, putting an end to her musings.
A: Main theek hoon, aap meri fikra mat kijiye. Ye ghaav Mrs D'Souza dekh chuki hai aur unhone kaha ki main ise kuch waqt khula hi rakhu taaki blood flow restrict na ho, the wound needs to breathe.
She told him, & Kabir's worry died down to an extent, but not completely.
*******
Kabir looked at Ananya as he fed her another bite. She looked into his deep eyes which looked like endless pools of molten chocolate in contrast to her doe shaped, hazel coloured ones. She'd never seen eyes more beautiful than his & they were certainly her favourite feature on her handsome husband.
The word 'husband' caused her to blush like a rose at dawn from the day Kabir married her. Before this, the word 'husband' was enough to give her the creeps & set dread deep within her soul.
Realising that he was staring at the hopelessly lovely woman who was now his wife, something he still couldn't believe, Kabir looked away embarrassed.
A: bas....
Ananya said softly as Kabir fed her a morsel. She looked at him exoectantly, almost asking if it was okay & Kabir nodded.
K: Are you sure? Agar tumhe aur.....
Kabir began before stopping short & correcting himself. He had been calling her ' tum' reflexly for a while when he was worried.
K: Sorry.....I mean agar aapko aur chajiye toh aap mujhe bata sakti hai.
Kabir offered her a friendly, warm smile.
A: Nahi, thank you so much lekin I'm done.
She gave him a weak smile. Kabir nodded.
A: Vaise...aap mujhe tum kehkar bula sakte hai. Aap thoda formal hai. Aur jitna aap mere liye kar rahe hai, uss naate humaare beech itni formality kyu?
Ananya spoke hesitantly. Next, Ananya was nearly gone with the charming grin he offered her.
K: Tum aaraam karo, main abhi aaya.
Kabir told her while struggling with weird sense of happiness that had suddenly erupted within him when she told him that he could drop the formality.
Gathering the dishes, Kabir was heading to the kitchen when a hesitant yet sweet voice halted him in his tracks.
A: Kabir!
Kabir almost stopped short, suddenly numb. It was the first time Ananya had addressed him by his name. He'd never liked his name more than that moment before. His name from her lips made him fall in love with it. The way she said it was music to his ears.
Kabir turned around to notice a fumbling Ananya.
A: Ji...vo...vo actually....main aapko Kabir bula sakti hoon? Im sorry agar aapko pasand nahi hai toh....,
Ananya stuttered nervously, looking at Kabir anxiously.
K: Of course....
Kabir smiled at her, something he only did when he was with Ananya lately. Ananya blushed noticing Kabir 's intense gaze on her. No man created such feelings with her like Kabir did. He was the only man she could remember who made her shiver, in a pleasant way unlike the others.
A: Kabir....
Ananya tested the name of her husband again, making him turn around.
A: uh...aap....vo actually mujhe washroom jaana tha...I'm so sorry...par..please aap....main..main chal nahi paungi.
Ananya babbled uneasily, her cheeks flaming red in mortification. Kabir 's heart clenched seeing her eyes water slightly & lips quiver seeing her plastered leg. Those demons had broken her leg & he'd got to know about it just that afternoon. His poor wife had been walking around for a day & a half and who knows how long before that, on a broken, swollen leg. If only his anger hadn't already crossed limits. All of his previous moment's happiness went down the drain.
K: Hey! Ananya....shhhh!
Kabir hushed her gently, carefully wiping away a couple of tears trickling down her face with his thumbs, his anger forgotten seeing her agony. Ananya hid her face in his arms, still sobbing. Kabir could only imagine how embarrassing it was for her to ask him, her husband though a complete stranger to help her to the washroom.
Kabir held her close, resting his chin on her head. Finally Ananya looked up from his chest, softly telling him that she was ready. Kabir effortlessly scooped up his petite wife in his arms, as if she weighed nothing & walked towards the master bathroom.
Once inside, Kabir carefully set her down & asked her to do her business. He turned around to face the door & give her privacy. The sound of a zip & then shuffling sounds only making things even more awkward.
However the trigger was what appeared to be the dress Ananya was wearing earlier lying on the floor below him. Mortified to the core, Kabir scrunched his eyes tightly. Ananya was embarrassed, she admitted but not as much as she thought she would be, she had to admit. She found herself getting pretty comfortable with Kabir already. It was too fast, too early & this seemed to scare her.
Their hesitancy & awkwardness would appear strange to some, them being husband-wife and all, but their relation was pious & one of respect & trust, away from the understanding of society.
A soft touch made itself known on Kabir's broad shoulder, disappearing as soon as it came. Kabir turned around & lifted Ananya off her her feet tenderly. Ananya glanced at Kabir's face that was etched in obvious deep thought. Warm feelings flooded through her as he walked to the bed, carrying her like the most precious thing ever.
She felt important & cared for when she was with Kabir. Ever since she could remember she'd been abused & made to feel worthless. She didn't know why society was so brutally judgemental about Kabir, calling him opportunist, manipulator, astute, and even a compulsive womaniser. All she saw was a wonderfully kind man with a heart of gold, he'd been carimg, understanding & a perfect respectful gentleman with her. He was nothing remotely like what the taboids described him.
However, if there was one thing the tabloids read was true, then it was his natural charm. His charisma, that million dollar smile, respect for the other person, whether man or woman & most importantly his kind heart had won her over in less than 72 hours.
Her breathing heightened as Kabir gently settled her back in bed due to the lingering touch his palm left on her cheek, which was now scorching. With another concerned look at the weak woman lying almost motionless in his bed, Kabir opened the bedside drawer housing Ananya's medicines.
Later that night, as Kabir lay on the couch with a book in hand, he couldn't help but glance at the woman, resting a few feet from him, on the large, comfy bed in the centre of the large & spacious master bedroom.
It had been decided, after much awkwardness on both their parts & a little insistence on Kabir 's part that Ananya took the bed while Kabir would call it a night on the couch in the bedroom. Not only had the mattress in his currently spare & only livable room was all soiled in blood, Kabir recoiled at the thought, but also the other rooms had no beds in them yet.
After all, this had been his newly purchased bachelor pad. He was still in the process of getting it furnished when he suddenly no longer remained a bachelor. Kabir immediately looked away on realising that Ananya too was looking at him & she did the same. Both were awkward due to their little eyelock a moment ago.
When Kabir again spotted his newly favourite pair of doe eyes looking up at him.
K: Kuch kehna hai?
Kabir sensed Ananya 's hesitation & asked her, putting down his book on the glass coffee table before him.
A: Ji vo.....aapka news padhne ka tareeka mukhe bohot pasand aaya. Bohot hi gifted aur talented news anchor hai aap. Chahe vo aapke articles ho ya news bulletin, bhale hi kuch waqt ke liye, mujhe uss nark ke khayalo se koso door lejaate hai. Isliye, main aapse kehna chahti thi....thank you. For everything.
Ananya poured her heart out giving him a breathtaking smile. Kabir had been on the receiving end of praises & awards several times, but when Ananya said that she'd enjoyed his show & that something HE did could bring a smile on her face made his eyes light up like those of a child on Christmas!
K: My pleasure Ananya, anytime. Tumhe mujhe thanks kehne ki koi zaroorat nahi. Ye mera farz hai.
Kabir looked back into his book, suddenly feeling very nervous. Ananya looked at his reading figure for a long minute, wondering about how he showed to her another side of the male population. Not all males were merciless rapists or sadists.
Maybe Kabir didn't get married to her for physical relations? It was too good to be true that he had rescued her, but maybe it really was? At least he'd maintained his distance & not made any husbandly advances towards her. However, she was plagued by the surety of one disgusting notio drilled too deep into her mind:
Men had needs & Kabir was a man. It couldn't be that long before he came to her claim his rights as a husband. However the fact that it was Kabir, a perfect gentleman & not the horny beasts that frequented the home turned brothel, somewhat calmed her down.
However, a she spent time with Kabir, he constantly proved to her that his intention ms towards her were nothing but honorary. Ananya found herself in a dilemma. She wanted to trust Kabir, she really did but the ghosts of her past came out to play at the wrong time.
Unaware of Ananya 's terrified thoughts, Kabir reclined back on the couch, pulling on the comforter. He had just been texting inspector Khuraana about Ananya 's reports when an incoming call interrupted him.
He frowned on seeing the caller ID. Malvika. Stupid spoilt owner' s daughter! He huffed to himself, while conviniently letting the phone vibrate. It was not nearly quite late, but he was sleeping, he thought with a smirk.
A: Kabir.....
Kabir looked up from his phone hearing Ananya speak. His name sounded so sweet & special when she called him. He really needed to stop thinking like a teenager smitten by his first crush, he thought with a grimace.
K: hmmm?
He finally answered her realising she was waiting for his reply. He was almost surprised with the shy smile that she offered him.
A: Goodnight.....
Kabir smiled at the wish, one of the sweetest of his life certainly.
K: Goodnight....
He replied back, before turning off the lights, except for a small dim night lamp & closing his eyes for the night. Ananya glanced once again at her saviour angel who already seemed to habe succumbed to the day's tiredness & was fast asleep in the blink of an eye & followed suit.
Next Morning:
Ka: Thank you so much ki tum statement lene yahi aagaye.
Kabir smiled at the brave police inspector who was also a dear friend. They were all seated in the drawing room in his house.
Khu: Kabir yaar, tum bhi kamaal karte ho. Ismein kya badi baat hai. Ananya bh....ji...aapki tabiyat ab kaisi?
Khuraana asked his friend 's wife politely, efficienctly covering the slight slip of tongue on receiving a warning look from Kabir.
A: Ji, ab behtar hai....
Ananya looked visibly uncomfortable, relaxing only tiny bit when Kabir handed her her own cup of coffee before settlibg down next to her.
The lady constable that had accompanied Khuraana took out all of the equipment she needed to record Ananya's statement, turned to Kabir.
Co: Sir, aap kuch waqt doosre kamre mein intezaar kijiye. Hume inka statement lena hai.
She told him sternly.
Warning bells went of in Ananya's head, who till now was doing a good job if maintaining a calm facade even if uncomfortable.
The somewhat recovered colour rapidly drained off her already pale face. Kabir looked at Ananya with great concern when he realised that her hand, unknowingly brushing his was trembling. Placing his hand on hers, he squeezed lightly in support, overjoyed when Ananya's fingers slipped perfectly in the gaps of his own in reciprocation.
Kabir 's mere presence was beginning to do wonders to Ananya's anxiety & panic. Ananya calmed down significantly with Kabir's touch. He was glad to see that she was beginning to slowly see that not all men were heartless & soulless beasts.
Realising that the procedure needed to be followed in order for Ananya to get justice whichhad become his sole aim somehow. It was astonishing how this mission was meant to be yet another successful, flawless sting operation added to his name, but it turned out to be so much more.
Kabir got up to move, only to realise that his hand was still intertwined with his wife's. Ananya looked up at Kabir with hesitation in her pretty doe eyes, which seemed to be fighting tears & pleaded with him to not leave her alone.
Ananya lowered her gaze thereafter. She could already visualise Kabir 's angry face that would slowly morph into the purpling with rage face of her tormenter. Hadn't he already he spent too much money & time on her worthless, broken self that she was demanding more? How dare she ask for more ? Her eyes watered further & her lips quivered at the thought.
Kabir hated, absolutely loathed how genuinely surprised Ananya looked when he tightened his grip on their intertwined hands. Nevertheless, controlling his emotions, he offered her a weak smile helping her sip some water from a tall glass to help her calm down.
Ananya looked into Kabir 's eyes & all she saw was sincerity & truth in them. Her heart wanted to trust him but her brain was hesitant. However, she didn't want to be alone, never again. Kabir made her feel safe like no one before. It still puzzled her how Kabir could bring her out of the worst of her nightmares with efficiency in spite of them barely knowing each other.
Kabir shot Khuraana a look who nodded in understanding.
Khu: Madam, inhe rehne dijiye. Ye Ananya ji ke pati hai, aur humaare ek gawaah bhi.
Ananya smiled in gratitude, still gripping onto Kabir.
K: Are you okay?
Ananya nodded, unconsciously reveling in the touch when Kabir placed his free hand on their interlocked hands in support.
K: Tum chaho toh....we can continue this later...
Kabir told her honestly & Ananya smiled to see care reflecting from him. How would she ever repay all that he'd done for her in such a short span already?
A: Nahi, main tayyar hoon. Aaj main police ko uss women's shelter nein hone waali ek ek ghinauni harkat ke details dungi. Bohot torture seh liya maibe aur unn sabhi aurto aur unke bachchon ne. Ab bas!
Ananya spoke determinedly. Suddenly, her blank & tear filled eyes were now full of fire. Kabir could make out anger & the strong desire for justice in them. Kabir was proud of this brave woman who had a strong resolve inspite of what she faced.
Khu: Bilkul, aap humaari witness hai. Aapki safety aur comfort humaari pehli priority hai.
Khuraana spoke, hiding a smile seeing how Kabir was holding Ananya. He'd never seen his friend like this. They fit perfectly together like a glove.
Taking a deep breath, Ananya began her painful tale, knowing how important it was to speak no matter how agonising for her to think about it all.
A: Mujhe yaad nahi ki main vaha kaise pohnchi ya meri pichli zindagi kya thi. Marzi ho ya na ho, aurte ke shareer ka sauda kiya jaata tha. Kuch aurte dar ke maare unki har baat chupchap maan leti thi, toh kuch meri tarah bagavat kiya karti thi. Maine kai baar bhagneki koshish ki, iss sab ke bawajood par kamyaab nahi ho paayi.
Uss home ke maalik ki nazar mein main uski sabse khubsoorat " sone ke ande dene waali murgi" thi. He wanted to sell me to the biggest bidder as if I were his property.
Ananya spat out the words in disgust.
A: Vo jaanta tha ki main unn ladkiyon mein se nahi hoon jo chupchap uski har baat maneingi. Usne mujhe subdue karne ke liye mujhe tarah tarah se torture kiya, maara, peeta, jalaaya. Bada berehem aadmi hai vo, chote chote bachchon ko bhi nahi bakshta tha. Na jaane kitne masoom se chote chote bachchon ko kaha kaha traffic karwa diya.
Bohot desho mein faila hai ye racket sir. Aurto ko zabardasti shaadi ke naam par videsho mein smuggle kiya jaata hai. Bhagwaan hi jaane unke saath vaha kya sulooop kiya jaata hoga.
Ananya let out everything she knew. She told them in detail about each & everything she'd observed there.
Kabir was genuinely impressed by how observant Ananya was. Inspite of the dazed & pained state she was kept in, she had given them remarkably small yet important, crucial details.
He was determined to do anything & everything in his power to get Ananya's tormentors behind bars, get them punished thoroughly for every bit of pain they'd put his sweet, innocent wife through.
TBC
Precap :
Kabir looked at Khuraana until he disappeared from his sight, before turning to the standing Lakshman & Taarini.
K: Let me guess, tumhe bhi ek zaroori kaam hai, right?
Taarini gulped, seeing Kabir staring at her with an eyebrow quirked up & arms folded across his chest.
Taa: Uh....haan..vo na....kal Anuraag ka geography ka test hai! Hum bhool hi gaye the! Haina Anuraag?
She looked expectantly at her confused brother, who Kabir was sure was wondering which test Taarini was talking about.
Anu: Test?......achcha vo waali didi! Haan haan! Chalo dudi ghar chalte hai! Aapne toh mera revision bhi nahi karwaya, agar fail hua toh teacher daatengi.
Anuraag winked back at his sister when no one was looking.
Taa: Haan chalo! Lakshman tum bhi chalo na.....tum kehrahe the na ki tum geography mein bohot achche the school time mein. Tum vhi help kardena.
Lakshman had been about to say something when Taarini spoke up & his head snapped towards Taarini. He shook it desperately. His eyes were as wide as saucers. However, Taarini ignored him & quickly pulled a shocked Lakshman out of his seat.
L: uh....K..Kabir bhai......
Lakshman sputtered before the popular news icon, who only smirked knowingly.
K:Haan Lakshman jaa....Anuraag ko GEOGRAPHY padha de!
Kabir told him while staring directly at him, making Lakshman look away. How did they even believe that they could trick Kabir Sharma of all people?
After the three of them had left, Ananya turned to Kabir.
A: Kitni ajeeb baat hai, sab hi ek ek karke chale gaye.
She mused, still confused about Kabir's still smirking expression.
K: I know exactly what they were trying to do. Inhe toh main baadmein dekhunga.
Kabir muttered to himself angrily. Though, if he really thought about it he wasn't particularly angry for some reason, much to his surprise.
A: Matlab?
Kabir smiled at his wife 's innocence about such things.
K: Matlab ye Ananya ki Lakshman school mein Geography mein har baar fail hojaata tha! Naa jaane ma'am ka ruler kitni baar pada hai use, exam mein zero laane par.
Kabir chuckled and Ananya couldn't help but smile. From what she knew, Kabir was of a stern disposition & a man of few yet effective words. However, she really loved his laugh & wished he'd smile & laugh more often.
A:Toh ab.....? Hum bhi.......
Ananya trailed off in an obvious question. Kabir turned to take a look at her. He realised that apart from being gorgeous outside, Ananya 's inner beauty was equally unrivaled. She was so different from the woman he had been used by & thrown away. She was so sweet, pure & serene. She was his wife now technically, but not once did she expect a thing apart from respect from him. She took care of him like no before had & never asked for anything in return.
Not to be boastful or anything, but he was Kabir Sharma & there were few women who didn't desire him ir his company. Most of them, for all the wrong reasons : his looks, personality, fame & money. However, Ananya was a breath of exceptionally fresh air.
Turning to his innocent wife, the hotshot Editor - in-cheif merely offered her his usual charming grin that sent her heart fluttering every single time. To her surprise, he handed her the expensive leatger bound menu card before picking up his own & asking a completely surprised Ananya what she would like to eat.
Edited by akyabiggestfan - 5 years ago
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