||KaiRa : The 280 Days Agreement....||

||Chapter 8 : "Roundtable Conference"||

Naira's POV

"So let's discuss things, shall we?", KG asked placing the mug on the table and making himself comfortable on the sofa while I just looked at him cluelessly.

We continued the awkward staring game for a few seconds until I nodded at last.

"Mhm..", I said taking a sip of the coffee.

KG drew a deep breath and leaned forward on the coffee table, giving me that darn serious look.

"First thing - You're keeping that baby, no abortion or other bull shit", he instructed me in that deadly serious tone, his eyes focused upon me.

Wait....what?

"Who are you to decide it for me?", I asked him in a high protesting voice and he raised an eyebrow.

"It's my baby", he said in an obvious tone, leaning back on his seat and folding his arms. It looked like I had disappointed him because he didn't look impressed by my behaviour. But I'm not here to impress him. I'm here to keep my point, and he's no one to control my life or influence my decisions.

"And I'm the one who'll have to carry it for nine months. I'm not gonna bear that shit so please let me go", I said getting up and starting to walk away but he pulled my hand and pinned me to the wall.

I landed on the wall and he rested both his hands on the wall, trapping me from both the sides. It looked like I had awaken the lion, because the eyes that I admired had turned red with anger. His glare was so intense, a lump formed in my throat. I looked at him scared, breathing heavily.

After all he's a mafia....a guy who has a way with guns. It was absolutely normal for me to freak out.

"You're alive because you're carrying my baby. Otherwise I've a way to deal with people who deny me", he said in a threatening tone and it scared the shit out of me.

But it wasn't the time to get scared. I should atleast try to convince him. He cannot always get what he wants. So I decided to face him, talk to him politely, not to burst my anger at him ending up in a heated argument.

"I'm-I'm not ready for this", I told him, my voice quivering but I continued to look into his eyes.

Because its said that -

Its when you lose the eye-contact, you lose the argument.

It had no affect on him. He still looked serious, not interested and competitive.

Oh yeah....he obviously doesn't give a fuck about what I feel.

"KG....please try to understand. I've a whole life ahead of me. I need to make a living for myself. A baby will be too much to handle. And.....I'm not physically or mentally prepared for it", I tried to explain him politely, aware enough not to lose the "eye-contact". I spoke everything truly, I just let my opinions out like the buttons of a shirt, about to burst open.

Silly comparison, I know🤷.

His expressions softened and his hold on me loosened. He sighed and turned back, walking forward to the other side.

He stopped four feets away from me, rested his hand on the wall and lowered his head.

"I know that. I very well know that", he said, his back facing me.

"Then why are you forcing me?", I asked him and he turned back to face me.

"Oh yeah...I'm forcing you. Scratch that, I'm pleading you. I need to have this baby", he said in a soft yet stern tone and I looked at him bewildered.