"Ananyaaa" kabirs voice was barely a whisper but it resonated in the jungle louder than any scream could. For a second even the baghis were terrified and moved back, while kabir rushed to his stupid reporter.
The last words ananya heard before falling to the ground and losing consciousness was the voice of her kabir sir taking her name instead of miss.kashyap for the first time.
Within minutes he was by her side trying to analyse where she was shot. Kabir was so engrossed in searching for the bullet wound that he didn't even realise the police rushing towards them or capturing the baghis.
"I cant lose you as well dammit" he cursed in frustration.
Kabir sighed as he spotted the bullet wound on ananyas ankle. his hand-kerchief and tied it around ananyas ankle where he had located the bullet wound inspector khurana approached him.
"Kabir" inspector khurana kept his hand on kabirs shoulder.
Kabir who was generally very aware of his surroundings didn't even notice khurana coming to stand by him as he was trying to make sure if ananya was hurt anywhere else. With the sudden movement and voice behind him his senses kicked in and he made a 360 degree turn with his hand fisted to break the face of the first baghi that laid their hand on him. And then head for madhonaat. Only to be stopped dead on his feet when he saw khurana.
"Khurana..tum..mujhe laga.." anger suddenly turned to relief on kabirs face as he saw his friend standing before him. Now he could get ananya to a hospital and get her taken care of.
Khurana had never seen kabir get so out of control or emotional but decided not to comment on it.
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The whole night kabir sits infront of the hospital room of his miss.kashyap as his mother sits inside crying on her daughters condition and willing her to wake up. He doesn't even realise when he falls asleep and night turns into day as he waits for the same.
Khurana comes to wake him up.
"Kabir" he shakes mr.editor in chief out of his slumber.
"Ananya" was the first word that came out of his lips.
"Tumhari stupid reporter ko hosh aa gaya hai. Jao millo use"
Kabir got up in a flash and sped to her when he heard a smug khurana from behind.
"Honestly itna pagal to tumhe shreya ke time pe bhi nahi dekha tha" he heard khuranas booming laughter which made him stop dead in his tracks.
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1 week later.
It had been a week since ananya kashyap was shot and 3 days since she had resumed office. The very first day she was notified that all her beats from now on would be for manav gupta and she would report directly to Khalid and malvika. There were no more editorial meetings either and all the important pointers and decisions were mailed to the reporters. Ananya didn't even remember the last time she had heard kabirs voice.
"In jungle maybe" she answered herself absentmindedly walking towards the canteen trying to think of what his last words to her were.
Just then she felt herself crash into something hard.
"What the hell" she heard mr.kabir Sharma editor in chief's voice before her eyes caught hold of his and kabir realized whom he had crashed into.
"1 week"
"what?" he asked confused momentarily.
"I've heard you speak to me. After 1 week"
"whatever" he scoffed and walked away.
Ananya decided she had had enough of this silent treatment and followed him into his cabin.
"Ye kya badtameezi hai miss kashyap" he asked trying to mask his face with an angry expression.
"wahi mai puchne aayi hun kabir "sir" " she said deliberately stressing the sir. "akhir aap mujhe avoid kyu kar rahe hai? Every time i try to talk to you..you ignore me..every time i try to come near you..you push me away"
"whats the matter with you? Meri kya galti hai? Why are you treating me like a criminal" she asked closing the distance between them and gripping his firm shoulders for support as tears started brimming in her eyes.
It took all of kabirs self control not to pull her into a hug and console her by wiping away her tears. He slowly tore away her hands one by one from his shoulders and pushed her away never breaking eye contact with her.
"Dont forget miss, ananya kashyap that you are talking to the editor in chief of kkn while you are only a junior reporter. You do not have any right to talk this way to me. Ek do baar meethe bol kya bol liye aapse, buri situation mei...aap to sar par hi chadke baith gayi.! Jaiyye apni beat par wapis into your team manav."
Ananya opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by kabir
"And next time before speaking remember that we are only here as two professionals and nothing more. Do not cross your limits with me just because i have given you freedom to do so till now. Now get out"
All ananya could manage was to back out of kabirs office without tearing up.
As soon as she left kabir sank to the floor head in his arms as he resigned himself to his fate.
"It is better this way ananya. Every thing i touch is ruined. I cant risk it with you. I cant taint your life with my mistakes and guilt"
Kabir Sharma sat cursing his fate. Hopeless...resentfull of his fate and with absolutely nothing he could do about it. Because the breaking news of the day was that Kabir Sharma editor in chief of KKN who never lost had lost himself yet again , lost himself in love to his stupid reporter and he knew this time he was done for, for life. But this story would have to remain adhuri forever.
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