Finding Love

Chapter 13

Back into his formal attire, Kabir strode out of the mansion, and towards the Rolls Royce. Razaak had willingly given his dearest possession to him for a day. Serendipity it was, that Kabir experienced in that moment.

A stickler when it came to his clothes, he was back, in full form, and how. Of course, his sass too was up, much to Saif's dismay.

"Please be sweet to Mr. Ali. He is not Caplan." Saif tried his best to not instigate the sarcasm and sass in Kabir, that seemed dormant since the past few days. Or so he thought. He hoped and prayed, that Kabir would not show off his word skills. Not knowing how the Indian clients would take it, he thought it better to be, well, safe!

Kabir just scoffed in response. Looking straight, he almost ignored his surroundings, metamorphosing into his stone cold corporate biggie self. This man was not who Saif knew. Beerah was long gone. Yonder reach now.

"Wait!" Noorie's voice resonated through the air.

Sighing, Kabir turned to face the 'demanding princess'.

"Yes, your highness! How may I be at your service?"

Rolling her eyes, she mentally chided herself to have called out to them. "My apologies, gentleman. I didn't expect your frustration would be diverged at me, aiming sharp."

"Will you two stop already!" Saif seemed highly annoyed by their childish banter.

"Sorry," Kabir and Noorie voiced together.

"Jinx!"

"Oh you've jinxed everything. Don't worry. Another one won't really matter."

"What's with the cheek?" Noorie seemed highly irritated by Kabir's countenance. This was exactly how he had been since the past seven years. And now it was irking her. She had tried her best to get him back to his sweet self. She missed the soft spoken, chirpy Kabir, who never swore, and who's smile was the enchanting kind. Not the cold, fake one. She yearned to feel the lost, dead warmth of his gaze when he used to flash a friendly expression towards the people he knew. The silent, cold, emotionlessness that his gaze now bore, was now getting too much to handle. They were sharp, and piercing, and the only respect that he showed, was of the corporate ethic. Nothing less, nothing more. Sometimes not even the necessary amount. Amaar was the only exception to this. And now, Razaak seemed to be gaining His Highness' favour as well.

Kabir was the typical emotionless king. The one who would remain unfazed by just anyone's presence or words. It seemed more like he held the sceptre of power and that he knew it. The attitude and authority that he exuded, spoke volumes about him.

This façade that he was so used to putting up, before the world, was choking him now. But the pride in him was larger than even his empire. The emotions lost the wars every night. The heart yearned to express. It wasn't like he didn't feel. He felt everything. And this was the millionth time that this thought was eating into Noorie's mind. The fake smile, the black shades, the crisp white shirt, the files in the folder, the Ozymandias- like expression, the restrained words, the eyebrow quirked up, whilst they furrowed close. This, was the King of LSE, and now, the new King of Dalal Street! This, was Amaar Abdullah's son, who managed his London Office Branch. Staring at the man standing before her, Noorie failed to control her thoughts. All she was fretting for, was something, just something, to strum the chords of his stone heart. Someone, who's emotions impacted those of Kabir's. Oh how she yearned to see him feel, express, and smile a genuine heartfelt smile! The subtle chuckles and small smiles needed to be replaced with the raucous laughter, with nothing to hold back his happiness. She wished for him to unleash those so called 'demons', which on a less dramatic note, were mere emotions. She wanted him to fight. Not himself, but for himself. For once, she wanted him to be pitted against his belief of inexpression.