LOSING YOU

Chapter 112- Bitches Be Crazy!

—SIYA—

I wake up to 27 missed calls from Eric. My mind takes me through a very detailed memory of the events from last night. I don't know what to feel about Eric, this was our first massive fight.

But, Kabir? He shouldn't have hit him. Let alone doing it in a club full of people.

After getting freshened up, I open the door to my room. I gasp leaves my mouth when my eyes fall on faint splashes of dried blood on the floor. Mindlessly, I rush down the stairs, a little relieved to see everyone alive in the living room, I sigh.

"Good morning, feeling better?" Fatty slides an arm over my shoulder and kisses the top of my head. "Yeah, I'm good." I mumble, my eyes never leaving Kabir's face. He looks tired. Ava pulls me in a hug, "I think we should talk." I sense no amount of anger in her tone and give her a nod. "Sure, I just have to..." I loosely throw my thumb back, towards Kabir's direction. She obliges. The question about the blood on the floor threatening to leave my mouth any damn second.

"Kabir..." for some reason, my voice has an uncalled for tremble to it, he raises his head and I'm a little shocked- what I remember is that Eric didn't hit him back. But, I'm not sure now. Anger flairs in my chest, I swallow it whole. This is a little intense than usual.

I stare at his bruised face, his nose has a scratch right over the bridge and his lower lip is busted. The area under his right eye is slightly red with a hint of purple. The way the injury has settled on his face, somehow just makes him look hotter. "Yeah?" His voice is hoarse. He's just woken up. "I... we— we need to talk." I hush out, he quickly gets up. I turn around and walk upstairs to my room, not sparing a second glance behind me. I hear his footsteps following mine, his gaze on my ass as I walk up the stairs ahead of him.

It makes me blush.

"Sit." I motion towards the bed, he sits cross- legged with his back to the headboard. I settle in front of him after locking the door for no disturbances from outside. Without making things more complicated than they already are, I get straight to the point- "You had no right." I say in a calm voice.

His eyebrows shoot up, his frustration clear on his mocking face. He chuckles before, shaking his head. "Excuse me?"

You are a dumbass for locking the door, for making him sit on your bed and for saying whatever you just said. Also, you want to kiss his bruises- among other things.

"You had no right to interfere. It was between me and Eric. Who gave you the right to just go ahead and punch my boyfriend?" I grit out, he squeezes my thigh, threatening me when the word boyfriend comes out of my mouth. I don't shudder. Externally, at least. "He was yelling at you."

"What difference does it make?" I bark at him. His eyes darken. "I don't like it when people yell at you. I don't like men doing anything to you." His thumb slowly traces my cupids bow, clearly remembering the kiss from last night at the club. I gulp, my eyes wandering aimlessly across his body. His messy hair, falling all over his neck, the specs resting on his nose- making him way more intimidating. The curve of his Adams apple and the way his black tshirt is hugging his body. Defining his pecs and biceps, his shoulders strong and broad.

Note to self- Kabir Singhania wearing grey sweatpants and specs makes you want to get pregnant. It's a thrist trap.

"Violence isn't the answer to everything." I shudder. "What violence?" He questions, still busy staring at me. "You are a violent man. It's not right." He looks surprised at the allegation. Thought so.