𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
"You have no right over me" I throw the words laced with venom towards him.
"I. own. you. blame me for all I care but you will be Mrs. Kabir Mal...
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Did he really laugh? Like an actual one? It's weird finding out he is after all capable of human emotions.
Exiting his french exquisite mansion we stumble upon the same black Maserati. I was about to round the car and settle when from the periphery I noticed him following another direction.
"Now what?" I shouted mostly due to annoyance. "We're going in that one" he points at a white bmw parked at a distance.
Okay? Is he taunting me? I didn't purposely wear white.
He was already in while I jog towards the car holding onto the hem of my dress. Just as I settled in, the driver turned the engine on.
The way Kabir sits, he acquires almost the entire backseat due to which my leg constantly bobs against his and it's pissing me. If he's doing this on purpose I'll knock his foot with my heels.
The car ride was peaceful, Kabir engrossed himself on his phone's screen. I wonder why he didn't bring either Mr. Grover or Yuvaan with him. Is he again planning something that I can't grasp on.
"You're awfully quiet today?" my breath hitched at the sudden break of silence. "I enjoy peace" I retort back.
Peeking outside the busy streets of Paris, I inhaled the French essence in the air.
I only partly saw him shaking his head when I noticed the driver pulled over at a lot and I whirled around looking through the glass pane onto various exotic restaurants.
He gets out first, following him out I threw my gaze around the place. This street had many restaurants but the one Kabir chose looked ethereal and classy at the same time.
He buttons the front of his coat turning back to me "Tu veux sortir avec moi?" he mumbles some gibberish that I take is French.
My brows were visibly furrowed "Do you do this on purpose?" I folded my arms against my chest.
The very moment his eyes travel down my neck to the visible cleavage. A muscle in his jaw ticked and right then something fluttered in my stomach that I couldn't suppress.
It wasn't any sort of discomfort, that is what pisses me even more.
I hastily straighten my arms looking elsewhere but he doesn't seem to follow. Kabir steps right in my personal space moving closer to my ear.
"You do far more terrible things purposely" he breathed out causing havoc on my insides. That dipping change in his hoarse voice scratched my brains.
With that he grabbed my hand and whirled around heading towards the same restaurant.
He acquired a table that had a better view of the open streets and architectures. We were settled for not more than twenty seconds when a young blonde waitress approached us. Well approached him.
