Qurbat, Near You

4- The War Between Heart and Brain

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Kabir looked at his client, Mr. Bedi, who was bleeding slightly, his face was bruised, his shirt was no longer tucked in. The elite element in Mr. Bedi was beaten out. It would be correct to assume or ever admit that Mr. Bedi was embarrassed. A teenager beat him, though not much, but enough to make him no less than an ordinary person, Mr. Bedi was insulting right now. 

Adhir was silent. But he was still raging. 

After all, Mr. Bedi hadn't apologized to Manthan yet. 

Manthan could see the storm unfolding inside Adhir's silent eyes. One could see how Adhir was holding himself back from not pushing Mr. Bedi to the ground and beating the crap out of him, and then throwing him at Manthan's feet again. 

"Breathe, Adhir." Manthan said softly, and Adhir sucked in a breath before releasing it. Manthan gently held his hand and pulled him closer to his chest and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Silently supporting him, assuring him that he was alright. 

The moment Manthan's fingers gently traced Adhir's bruised fist, to calm Adhir down, he winced in pain. His face scrunched as his eyes closed and he pulled his hand out of Manthan's hold, cradling it closer to his chest, but that also caught Kabir's attention. 

Kabir's eyes snapped at Adhir's bruised up knuckles, blood that were coating his skin red, and he took in Adhir's pain that were showing up in his eyes, as he was holding his knuckles closer to his chest, blowing on them to ease the pain, but for some reason blowing up on the open wound burned it even more. 

"Adhir." Kabir's voice pulled him out of his mini-pity-party. 

He looked at Kabir, who took long, hasty steps towards him, holding his hand, as he inspected the wounds. His eyes darkened when he saw Adhir's bruised up knuckles, concern flashed in his usually warm eyes as he gently traced the area around his red and painful knuckles before pulling him in a gentle embrace. 

"Theek hai, beta?" Kabir asked him, and Adhir's eyes watered slightly. He didn't know if it was the pain and burning he was feeling in his hand that was tearing him up, or it was Kabir's gentle embrace that made the tears to form in his cold eyes. 

Adhir didn't know how Kabir managed to embrace him in that moment, knowing he caused a scene outside, beat his client, said many things to Mr. Bedi that might ruin their business relations. He didn't know how Kabir didn't blast his ears for choosing violence, but was holding him, asking him if he was alright.

"Jyada dard ho raha hai? It's okay, ek clinic hai paas main. We'll get your hand treated their. Hm? Bas, bas." Kabir said, gently wiping a single tear that managed to traitorously escape Adhir's eyes as he kissed his forehead, and pushed his hair behind, tucking a small strand behind his ear, that managed to make their way on Adhir's forehead yet again. 

"Do you know them, Mr. Raheja?" Mr. Bedi managed to ask, successfully keeping his pain out of his voice, as well as the embarrassment. 

Kabir's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned around to look at Mr. Bedi, nodding his head, tensed. He didn't spare Mr. Bedi another glance when he opened his mouth to speak something, maybe complain to him, or tell Kabir how unmannered the kids were. Kabir was not interested. 

"Kya hua tha yaha?" Kabir asked his children, and the the boys sighed. Manthan knew Kabir would ask them, and not Mr. Bedi, but Adhir was still new.