Chapter 3-The Artistic Apology
She got up the next morning, and shuffled through the fifteen shopping bags she came home with on the previous day. HE has called her beautiful before, but not enough for her satisfaction. Was she really dressing up to impress Kabir Sir? No way, she was definitely doing this for herself. She needed to battle her depression, look and feel good. Finally she chose a beautiful Mint colored sleeveless blouse, which had black elephants printed all over, and a revealing black lace line running through the middle of her back. It wasn't too far from her style, but it was still an effort to look fresher. She wore her new white skinny jeans that were immaculate, but also brought out her petite curvy figure that was often hidden in her baggy clothing. She decided to put her hair in a formal loose updo, that revealed her cheekbones and distinct jawline, which were usually covered by her thousand curls. Glasses or no glasses? She thought to herself. But she wanted them; they reminded her of a particular invigorating scent of masculinity that she craved over and over. Finally, she slipped on her new black heels that gave her a few more inches to feel proud of. She felt like she was hovering on top of the world, such confidence was radiating from each and every part of her body. She quickly picked up the Mint colored envelope that was sitting on her dresser, and ran out of the house before her mother woke up. She wanted to be there early, she needed to start working on the story, and she had a message to deliver.
Trisha: KYa lag rahi tu aaj Ms. Kashyap
Sunny: Yaar, dil aagaya tujhpe to aaj. Kisi ki nazar na lage...her eyes instantly searched for Kabir sir in his cabin...Only to see that he wasn't there.
Was he still upset? No, he isn't the kind of man to skip work over a small argument with his junior reporter. But he himself said she meant much more to him than a simple employee...So what if Tarini is in his life? I think we promised each other to be friends, and I should fulfill this promise...She quickly walked into his cabin placed the mint envelope on his desk, and stormed out...just as she was closing the door, she felt a thundering hand on her shoulder...She felt them, the sparks were multiplying from her shoulder down to her spine, and thumping into her heart. She turned around...
Kabir: Ms. Kashyap aap mere cabin main kya kar rahi thi?
Ananya: Kuch bhi to nahi, voh...
Kabir: Aap badla lene aai thi? Agar aap dekhna chaahti hai to dekhiye, aapko mere cabin kuch personal cheese nahi milegi...
Ananya: Nahi sir, mujhe kuch nahi dekhna and she quickly avoided his gaze and walked back to her space.
Trisha: Kya baat hai ananya? Aaj jhagda kare bina lautee? Lagta hai aaj sabka dil tumpe aa raha hai...
Ananya: chup kar Trisha...Had Kabir sir noticed her revitalizing look? Or was it just like any ordinary day for him? She quickly cleared her thoughts and started to work on her story about the international Film on India... She wanted to interview Mr. Oliver Jacobson, who had spent some time in different vast parts of India. He had been in the slums; he had been in the Himalayas, even in the outskirt jungles that nobody dared to explore. He had footage of every aspect, and to her surprise he had contacted her to reveal some of his findings through KKN. She knew he was a man of prestige, as she looked him up the instant he called her. He is one of the top filmmakers of Australia, graduated from New York University's Film School, and has delivered hits internationally. But why did he choose her? And why did he choose KKN? He could have instantly contacted Kabir Sharma. She needed to share this with Kabir sir before she proceeded with the story, and called him in for an interview. She raced to his cabin, but saw that his eyes had fallen on the MINT envelope...she didn't want to see him read it? Or did she? Without thinking her feet ushered her into the ladies room. She was antsy, curious, and nervous, but confrontation was needed, especially for this story.
He could not stop smiling to himself, the Mint envelope was the sweetest gift he has received in what felt like a millennia. He had opened the mint envelope thinking it would be an invitation to Khalid's twenty-fifth anniversary, he had mentioned it to Kabir so many times. But to his surprise, it was a simple white card, with etched calligraphy. In big letters it said, I AM SORRY KABIR SIR, with a state-of-the-art signature: ANANYA...WOW she has elegant handwriting and great artistic ability he thought knowing that her soft affectionate hands made this special card for him. He had to do something for her...he too crossed the line yesterday, by going through her drawer. As he was trying to brainstorm ideas, he heard a sweet knock on his door, he felt them...he knew it was her...He gestured for her to come inside...
Ananya: Mujhe aapse baat karni thi
Kabir: Aap kab saamne baat karne se sharmane lagi miss kashyap?
Ananya knew very well what he was referring to, which kind of pulled her irritation strings. Of course, he wouldn't thank her; of course he would slightly mock her. But she heard the hint of fun in his tone, which cooled her nerves down.
Ananya: Mujhe actually aapse ek story ke bare main baat karni thi
Kabir: Kahiye ms. Kashyap...she continued to blabber, and that is when he took the time to take in her beauty. He took in the way the straps of her blouse fell onto her tan, smooth, glowing shoulders, he noticed her lips; they were a vibrant deep romantic Red that made his desire for her accelerate. He noticed that she was wearing an elephant print...it took his mind to the broken elephant necklace he had found in her drawer...was it something special? His rumination was broken by a questioning Ananya...
Ananya: Sir should I go on with this story??
Kabir: Kaunsi story?
Ananya: Sir Aap sun rahe the?
Kabir instantly realized that he hadn't heard a single word his Miss Kashyap had said, but pretended to play it off as he did...
Kabir: Ms. Kashyap, aap jaisa theek samjhe vaisa karna, Human interest stories mein you have a good grip. I trust you.
She was thrilled, Kabir Sharma just said he trusted her...She had to work extra hard on behalf of his trust, his friendship. Even if there was someone else in his life, he was still her hero, and she couldn't give up on the reason she got into journalism, The truth. And right now the truth was that Her hero had absolute faith in her...
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