Deviant (A Kabir/Pooja FF)

Chapter seventeen

Pooja maintained a calm demeanor all through the drive, till she bade goodnight to Rani.

But the moment she entered her room, she collapsed on her bed, with worry. 

Someone tried to deliberately injure her with the chandelier. She knew how careful her Chinese clients were, and yet the person managed to slip in and tamper with the ropes of the chandelier. It can't be an outsider. Otherwise, they couldn't have insured that the chandelier would fall on her. They had to be present there to make sure it happened when she was standing underneath it. 

But was the chandelier really meant for her? But who else? This was the second instance where she could be harmed. First, was the abduction. Wait, she was forgetting something. It was the third incident. She remembered Dhruv following her that other night, weeks ago. 

She and Kabir had concluded that Dhruv was taking instructions from someone. Had that someone grown fed up of Dhruv, and took matters in his own hand, tried to silence her with the chandelier tonight? But that chandelier wouldn't have killed her, only maimed her at best. Who was this person trying to scare her? Using Dhruv or maybe not. 

Her employees had been over those files for the last two weeks trying to figure out who was behind all this, but they came up with nothing solid. 

Pooja thought back to the evening, playing out everything in her head again. Something clicked. She hadn't paid attention to it when she was recovering from the fall, but now recollected. 

Mr. Khaitan had looked at her suspiciously, with an undefinable gleam in his eyes when Kabir had rescued her and fallen down with her. Of course, she had got up swiftly to avoid any awkwardness, since the crowd had gathered, but he had stood where he was and he noticed everything. 

Did he also see Pooja slip in to the back of the hall with Kabir, earlier in the evening? Did he in fact, know?

But a man in Mr. Khaitan's position, was too high to spy and tamper with chandeliers. He might have employed a person to his dirty work though. But why? Did he seek to put Pooja out of the way, and take over Sharma group of companies since PK wasn't alive any longer?

Pooja shook her head. She was being paranoid. She had just spoken to him for a few minutes this evening and saw a suspicious look on his face, and she came up with this far fetched tale. She didn't have a single proof, in support of her story. In fact, it sounded childish to her now.

But it wouldn't be a bad idea to look through all of PK's old friends and associates to see if someone bore her or the industries a grudge. She should ask her secretary to take care of this. 

But tomorrow. Tonight had been trying enough. 

She had a lot to think about. And a lot not to think about. 

But try as she might, she couldn't avoid thinking about....him.

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Kabir was in a lighthearted mood today. Everything had gone as he hoped. 

He had spoken to Kavya beforehand, even though they had separated, they were still friends, and he was still closest to a father-cum-friend figure Aarush had in his life. The principal of Aarush's school, a kindly lady, accepted their request. 

Kabir couldn't help smiling to himself, as he walked down the sports ground of Aarush's school, thinking of how happy Aarush would be tomorrow to see his 'Bir' buddy. Kabir and Aarush both needed this. 

He had been obsessing over the incident that happened at the party two days back. He hadn't come up with an answer as to who could have done it. And Pooja was not helping matters by avoiding his calls. Was she again to repeat the same chain of denying him? But this was important, how could she behave so immaturely?