Whispers of the Heart

Chapter 2

On the way to his personal cabin, he saw the one woman who had managed to get on his nerves in just two meetings, accidental ones at that, and had forced him to show some emotions, even if it was mostly anger and irritation. It was none other than Kiara, who was in her own world. She had a file in her hands and was walking back and forth through the length of the entire floor, occasionally looking up and murmuring God knows what to herself.

His anger was rising with every passing second, his fists clenching tightly as he struggled to maintain control. The room seemed to close in on him, the air thick with tension and he could feel the heat in his chest spreading, threatening to consume him entirely. With a deep breath, he tried to steady himself, but the sight of her before him only fueled his frustration even more . He knew he had to find a way to calm down before he said or did something he would regret and wondered what was in store for him this time. The first time he had met her, it had been a hell of a rollercoaster ride for him.

Flashback 

Two days ago...

It was a gloomy evening, where it seemed like it would rain any moment. Kian was dressed in all black: a black hoodie, a mask covering his face to stay discreet. He was going on his run, which he took often when he was stressed and needed a break without his security. The city streets were unusually quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic beat of his sneakers hitting the pavement. Each step echoed his turbulent thoughts, the cool breeze doing little to soothe the storm inside him.

He was on a street that was mostly empty but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Angered, he looked down to find a high heel and then looked up to see a girl with her other heel in her hand, ready to launch it at him. Anger started spreading through him like wildfire, searing through his veins and clouding his thoughts. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing with the intensity of his rage. His fists clenched involuntarily, knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain the fury that threatened to consume him.

He started walking towards her when she started blabbering " I'm good at self defense, I'll not even hesitate before I show my skills okay??, stay away from me"

He stopped in front of her, closed his eyes for a second to contain his fury, and yelled " Have you lost your mind mad woman, you are the woman who chucked her heels at me for no reason out of nowhere"

She replied " You're following me, you are dressed like a stalker and I think you are trying to do something to me, after all I'm a beautiful, young and smart girl who knows your intentions" 

He replied shocked and frustrated " what did you call me, stalker?? Just because someone wears black hoodies they don't become stalkers and I'm following you ?? , are you out of your mind??, And if I would be following you, I should have been behind you, not in front of you you crazy woman" 

Realization dawned upon her, and by the look on her face, he knew she was a little embarrassed. Emotions were never his thing; he could never really understand people's emotions, except for a few close family members. But surprisingly, he could read her eyes without any problem, and that too just in their first meeting.

He sighed and said " you are insane and should be joined in a mental asylum for sure, Who goes around throwing shoes, that too heals at people in the middle of the night?" 

She was triggered " You are the one who should join the mental asylum and why do you always yell, can't you speak like normal humans ??, no one nowadays dresses like the way you have, I'll give you one suggestion, why don't you get married or get a girlfriend who'll put you back on track , but oops no one will be able to deal with a wahiyad prani like you" and started laughing. (Translation - no one will be able to deal with a weird animal like you)