Finding Love

Chapter 25

"Noorjahan Khalid, I said no. No!"
Kabir's baritone voice echoed through the halls of the Shah Mansion.

"Shut up, you twit. I didn't ask you. I told you."

"We're not going back to the nick names Noorie. Not again. Please!"

"The point is, you are not questioning me."

"Oh Jesus! What do I do with you?"

"Well... if you put it that way... maybe, you could get me Belgian chocolate pastries...?"

"Shut up Noorie. And NO, I'm not partaking in any of your silly endeavours."

"You are bad."

"I'm not swaying from my decision Noorjahan."

"I don't like you."

"The feeling's mutual dah-ling!"

"Kabir Abdullah!"

"What, Miss Drama Queen?"

"Please na..."

"Nope. Not happening."

"Go away."

"Oh wow. Cool. Thanks."

"Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!"

"Noorie..."

"Beerah please...? Please!!!"

Rolling his eyes, Kabir turned towards Noorie, who had put up the best possible puppy face that she could manage. In that moment.

Sighing deep, Kabir gave in to Noorie's request. Or rather, adamancy.

"Fine. Provided you finish your business in twenty minutes," Kabir spoke. "And no, we aren't negotiating anything more. That is final." Kabir had to add the latter part to his statement, when Noorie opened her mouth to argue over that.

"Okay fine, you idiot. At least, let's get moving now," Noorie replied, in a placidly stoic monotone, turning her face away from Kabir.

Sighing once again, Kabir walked over to Noorie's wheelchair, pushing it out of the massive rose-wood doors of the mansion, and to the car.

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Thirty minutes later, Kabir was strolling through the men's wear aisle of some out of sort-ly posh and polished store, pushing Noorie's wheelchair along.

"Wait wait wait wait wait!!!!"

Kabir jolted to a stop, shocked by Noorie's sudden outburst of glee.

"Yes, Noorie? What happened?"

"This one," Noorie said, pointing at a random shelf.

Kabir looked up, and then back at Noorie's finger, trying to understand what exactly the girl was referring to.

"U...huh...?"

"That one Beerah... There!" Noorie pointed again, urging Kabir to walk towards the shelf, still clueless.

"This one...?" Kabir turned towards Noorie, questioningly, holding up an aqua blue shirt, hoping sincerely that she didn't mean that one.

"Yes yes!"

Kabir stared at her for one long moment, disbelievingly, before walking back towards Noorie. Kneeling on his haunches before her, he looked at her, the said shirt still in his hand, as he tried to reason with her.