Love Kaleidoscope

Chap.16

Elena's Pov

I paced back and forth in my cabin, hands buried deep in the pockets, trying to calm the rising tide of frustration. The office was a storm of chaos: designers barking orders, models arguing about fittings and there's my phone buzzing again for the 5th time since last two minutes.

Seriously? I hissed under my breath. Yanking the phone out I glanced at the screen, seeing another unknown number flash across it.

Mahir.

Of course, it was him.

It's been one week after we last met in london, he had been calling me from every single day ,trying to reach me out , even resorting to contacting my PA, my friends-my family-like a complete madman. Did he think I'd just give in because he was being relentless?

A part of me wanted to scream, to hurl the phone at the wall. Mahir always knew how to press my buttons, and it drove me insane.

The real problem was why Mahir wasn't giving up-because he knew me too well. He knew, deep down, I was still vulnerable when it came to him. I hated that. I hated him for that.

But more than that, I hated how, despite all my frustration, another part of me still wanted to pick up the phone. To hear his voice. To let him explain himself.

I clenched my fists and took a breath, forcing myself to focus. I had a fashion show to organize, and I wasn't about to let Mahir and his constant badgering mess up my head. So , I let it ring .

But, it was too distracting and I couldn't take that anymore, so I snatched the phone off the desk, gripping it so hard my knuckles turned white. I was done avoiding him. If he wanted a piece of my mind, he was about to get the whole thing.

Without hesitating, I swiped to answer and barked, "What the hell do you want, Mahir ?"

There was silence for a second, as if he was surprised I'd finally answered. Then his deep voice came through the line, annoyingly calm. "Elena, just listen-"

" No you listen Mr. Mahir Awasthi ! Do you realise what are you even doing? Calling me a hundred times with hundred different numbers, Calling my PA, my friends, my family like a complete psycho?" I practically spat the words, my anger bubbling over.

"Elena I just want to talk-"

" Oh no, I don't ! " I cut him off, pacing even faster, my heels clicking furiously against the floor. " I don't want to talk Mahir , and I don't even care what you have to talk about. "

" Why is it so hard to just listen to me once Elena ? " Mahir's voice was firm now, but I didn't care.

" Because there's no point listening to anything that you say , I can't even understand why are you doing all this ? " I was fuming, my words coming out in a rush.

" because I want us back , I want YOU back, in my life ,I want to fix-" he started again, but I was already seeing red.

" No. Don't even try it," I warned, my voice dropping to a deadly calm.

" please let me-" His voice sounded strained, like he was teetering on the edge of control

"Why? Why after all these years, Mahir?" My voice trembled as I held the phone to my ear, my grip tightening, but I couldn't stop now. "Because of what? You realized you screwed up? Or you want to take some revenge on me for choosing my parents over you? Huh?" I bit down on my lip, trying to keep my voice steady, but I could feel the tears building up, the anger fueling them.