IT WAS MEANT TO BE HIM

46- Little moments

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Erica entered the room and found Kabir getting ready in front of the mirror. *He had just come back-why is he dressing up now?* She stepped forward, positioning herself slightly to the side of the mirror so she could face him directly.

"Are you going somewhere?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Yes! I'm going for a business dinner. We're planning a multi-investor hotel chain across the coastline, so it's basically about that," he replied.

Ohhh...
*I thought we'd have dinner together.* Disappointment flickered through her mind but she mask it.*

"How many people will be there?"

"Aaaaa... me, samaira seven or eight more businessmen, and their immediate teams."

*Ohhh... so the bitch is going too.* The thought stung, but she did say anything.

"Take care, okay?" he said, ready to leave.

Erica reached out, gently tugging at his coat collar to bring him closer. "Kab, aaoge?" she asked softly, locking her gaze with his.

It was the first time someone had asked him that. Kabir felt an unfamiliar warmth.

"Around 11 or 12... you have dinner and sleep, okay?" he said, his eyes holding hers as if caught in a spell. He leaned in slightly, his lips nearly brushing her forehead, but just then, his phone rang, shattering the moment.

"Yes! Samaira, I'm on my way!" he said, pulling away and placing his palm on her cheek before heading out.

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At midnight, Kabir slipped quietly into his room, He found Erica nestled under the covers. He moved closer, drawn to her serene presence, and gently brushed the hair that had fallen across her face.

As he turned to leave, he felt a light grip on his hand. He paused and looked back.

"You came back..." she murmured.

"Sorry to wake you up," he replied

"No... I wasn't sleeping," she insisted, her eyes brightening as she sat up slightly.

"Aa... let me change this," he said, gesturing to his formal clothes.

After a few moments, he returned in more comfortable attire. "You had dinner?" he asked.

"Yes!!! I ha-wait a minute, are you hungry?" she asked, suspicion knitting her brow.

"No, it's not like-" he said with avoiding eyes

Erica folded her arms on her chest and looked at him with I know it all expressions.

"Actually, I am. I didn't like the food a bit!" he said rolling his eyes

"Let's make something for you," she said, dragging him by the hand towards the kitchen downstairs.

"You really don't have to I will eat some fruits" he began, but her grip was firm, and the glint in her eyes made it clear she wasn't backing down.

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"So, what would you like to eat?" she asked, with confidence as she entered the kitchen.

Kabir scratched the back of his head, hesitating. "Anything... Actually, stop. Why don't I make something?" He took a confident step toward the kitchen counter, determination lighting his features.