IT WAS MEANT TO BE HIM

70 - A fragile moment

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The car pulled up to the bungalow parking lot, and Kabir stepped out from his side. As he reached the front of the vehicle, Erica hurried out as well and took hold of his hand. "Kabir, please listen to me! Just this once, baby... I’m begging you," she pleaded with a tone of urgency. "Erica, it's already very late at night , let me go and sleep please ," he replied, attempting to move ahead removing her hold but something made him pause. He glanced at her, his eyes narrowing. “Also, I’m very glad your ankle healed so fast,” he added, scratching the back of his ear while glancing at her injured ankle that had been sprained just moments earlier.

Erica gaze dropped to her ankle, and she immediately attempt to lift it while feigning a wince of pain...ouch...no..no...it still hurts..

He turned away, shaking his head as he walked towards the entrance of the bungalow. The sound of her voice trailed behind him, desperate and pleading. “Kabir! Kabirrrr! Kabir... stop and listen to me once!”

But he didn’t stop. He climbed the steps, The door creaked open, and he went inside his room , leaving her behind calling out his name.

Erica’s frustration boiled over. She stomped her foot on the ground.
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Kabir was standing before the mirror,  his fingers deftly unbuttoning the fabric of his shirt near her wrist. Suddenly The door swung open with a loud thud. He didn't turn but from the  corner of his eye, he saw it Erica standing by the doorway . He drew his attention back to the mirror he was standing in front of , when something caught his mind and he looked back at her again

The sight made him surprised as hell. She stood there, swaying slightly , An Approx half-empty bottle of wine clutched in her hand like a lifeline. He felt a rush of concern wash over him as he quickly crossed the distance between them.

“What are you even doing?” he demanded, snatching the bottle from her grasp.  “Why did you drink this? You never drink. Now suddenly you’ve taken to it? You know how much high effect it will have on you?

Erica’s eyes sparkled with defiance and vulnerability. “You know what? I don’t know anything!” she exclaimed, her voice rising as she stepped forward, closing the space between them. In a bold move, she gripped his collar and pulled him closer, the warmth of her breath brushing against his skin. “And yes! I faked that sprain in my ankle! You know why?” She pointed her index finger into his chest, her legs wobbling slightly as she spoke. Kabir instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her, and turned her into the room, locking the door behind them with a soft click.

As the lock clicked, Erica leaned into him, her hands finding their way to his neck. “I... I did all this because... what can a woman like me do if her husband isn’t talking to her? Forget about talking; he’s not even looking at her!” Her voice cracked, Kabir lifted his gaze, avoiding her eyes, feeling the tension between them thicken.

He gently removed her hands from his neck and turned back to the mirror, trying to regain his composure. But Erica wasn’t done. She stepped in front of him, a whirlwind of emotion, and with a swift motion, she pulled at the sides of his shirt, three buttons popping open to reveal his bare chest. “Here, you can have these buttons open!” she declared, her fingers trailing across his skin.

“Do you even know how bad I felt when you were talking to that girl hannn?” she whispered, her face inches from his, their breaths mingling in the air. “I don’t like them looking at you... because you are my husband.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck. She held his hand and attempted to wrap it around her waist.