LOSING YOU

Chapter 79- Sex On The Beach... The Drink

Kabir's POV...

I wake up at the sound of my alarm. I come out of my room and go to the kitchen, brew myself a cup of coffee, and sit on the balcony. I don't know why I like sitting on the balcony at four in the morning. It's always dark and there's nothing to see outside. No sun, no birds, just silence. Maybe, it's the feeling of being the only person alive on earth until the rest wake up... I'm having somewhat deep thoughts these days, it's therapeutic though. I finish my coffee and go upstairs to the gym and start with my workout.

It's been an hour since I'm in the gym. I give my sandbag a final punch and head downstairs. I spot Gaurav yawning as he watches his coffee getting ready. He looks like a zombie. I giggle. He snaps his head in my direction. Sleep filled in his eyes.

"Good morning.", I say as I wipe the sweat off my face using a hand towel. He stares at me and scrunches up his nose.

"Who the fuck is sweaty at five thirty in the goddamn morning, that too in winter?" He says.

"I was working out." I smile. The disgust on his face increases exponentially.

"Who the fuck works out at five thirty in the goddamn morning, that too in winter?" He babbles again.

"I'm done with my workout." His eyes couldn't have been any wider, now that he's heard my words.

"Who the fuck is done with their workout at five thirty in the goddamn morning?" He shrieks again. I laugh.

"No seriously. What the actual fuck?" He stares at me. I jerk my shoulders up in an 'I-have-no-idea' way. He shakes his head. I slap his back and go into my room to check some dealings.

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"Yes, that should be good." I end a call and my phone screen lights up. It's a text from Fatty.

-Dude, let's go to a club.

-You seriously had a text me for this? I mean, you're sitting in the adjacent room. *eye roll emoji*

-Yeah, but then what's the point of my name being Fatty? Because I'm already contradictory to the name... Something better than nothing dumbo. *crazy laughter emoji*

-*middle finger emoji*

-So, you coming papa?

-Don't call me that.

-If Myra doesn't, someone has to.

-That was a little brutal.

-I'm not your wife, asshole. I'm your BFF, I'm supposed to be brutal. *red heart emoji*

-You gotta learn how to use emojis. *bikini emoji*

-You're one to talk. *peach emoji*

-Okay, the chat is turning a little gay. I'll see you at the door in 15 minutes.

-Okay.

I don't immediately keep the phone, instead, I go through the emojis. This shit is hilarious. I mean... What could be the possible use of a bikini emoji? Or a knife emoji? Oh god, do people threaten each other via emojis? I hope not. But you never know you know. Whatever. I send him the knife emoji and a few minutes later, my study door opens. Fatty walks in and hands me a knife. An actual knife.

"Either get dressed or stab me." He smacks my head.

"Oww. Son of a bitch." I punch his stomach and make my way out of the study. I get dressed in a pair of jeans and a black shirt. I don't feel like styling my hair so I leave them ruffled. We head out of the house, I throw my thumb toward the door to let Ruby know that I'm leaving. She acknowledges me with a nod and disappears into the kitchen. We sit in the car and Max, my driver turns his head to look at me.