IT WAS MEANT TO BE HIM

18- Growing Attraction??

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The next morning.... Erica was going in the kitchen when she heard,

"How was your lunch with Kabir yesterday???" Anay asked in a sarcastic tone

Erica tried to walk ignoring his questions when he said.

"So weird na...few months back I was the centre of your universe then how come your feelings just vanished" he said in a taunting voice.

"Exactly the way you vanished that day, I don't know what game you are playing now for your entertainment but let me tell You the only feeling I have for you now is disgust!!" With this she left form there

Erica walked into the kitchen, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Ohh, bahu, you're here," Tai said, handing her a tray. "Please take these fruits and protein shake to Kabir baba. He's in his gym."

Erica's expression dropped instantly. "I won't go, Tai. Last time he scolded me so badly for it. You tell Sunita to take it instead," she said, her lips curving into a reluctant pout.

Tai chuckled softly. "It's nothing like that, bahu. I told you, he's short-tempered, but his anger passes quickly. I would have sent Sunita, but she's with Bade Sahab right now. And his gym is on the rooftop—it's difficult for me to climb up there!"

Erica sighed, torn between obligation and irritation. "Fine," she muttered, hesitantly taking the tray.

As she climbed the stairs, the faint thud of bass-heavy music met her ears, blending with the rhythmic clang of weights. When she pushed the glass door open, her steps slowed.

The gym was massive—mirrors glinting, machines gleaming, sunlight filtering through the skylight. And right there, in the middle of it all, was Kabir.

Her eyes widened before she could stop herself.

He stood facing the mirror, shirtless, his muscles flexing with every pull of the cable machine. His back—broad, sculpted, every muscle shifting and rippling under his skin—moved in perfect rhythm. A thin sheen of sweat ran down his spine, disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts.

He had a Bluetooth earpiece in, talking to someone, his tone low and steady.

For a moment, Erica forgot to breathe. The tray trembled slightly in her hands.

close your eyes Erica , it's not a good visual! she told herself, trying to tear her eyes away, but failing miserably.

Safe to say—it was a dangerously drool-worthy sight.

Erica walked closer, careful not to make a sound, and placed the tray beside the bench. Kabir glanced at her briefly, his eyes brushing over her before returning to his call.

She stood still, unsure whether to leave or wait.

When Kabir finished his final set, he rose to his full height—tall, commanding, every inch of him glistening with sweat. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths as he looked around, clearly searching for something. Before Erica could guess what it was, he stepped toward her.

Her breath caught.

Without a word, Kabir reached out, caught the edge of her pallu, and began wiping his face and neck with it. His movements were casual, thoughtless—like it was the most natural thing to do.