Hi everyone! Since my other JaBir short story is coming to an end (probably just one more part, we'll see how long of an update it turns out to be!) I decided to write another one! This idea came to me spontaneously and I would love to explore it further with everyone here on the forum!
Note: This story has nothing to do with the show itself except for the characters Pooja and Kabir. Their characterizations are also completely different from the show and so is the plot! Have a read and do let me know what you think and whether I should continue this! 😉
JaBir FF - The Forced Alliance
Part 1
Someone was pounding her on the head with a hammer. It was the only explanation for the splitting headache she was currently experiencing. Either that, or she had had one too many vodka shots at the bar tonight. But hey, a little alcohol didn't hurt anyone on such a happy occasion.
She wandered drunkenly over to her Mercedes, gripping a bottle of alcohol in one hand and her cell phone in the other. A strap of her crop top slipped down her shoulder in her clumsy attempt at unlocking her vehicle. But wait, where were her keys? She scratched her head, giving the ground around her a full 360 degrees examination. But the keys were no where to be found. "Oh great. Just perfect!" She yelled, loud enough to wake the sleeping neighborhood. Giving a defeated huff, she leaned against her car, slipping down to the ground. She placed the bottle to one side of her and crossed her legs, without realizing that the mini skirt that she had on was revealing a lot more than she intended.
Looks like even my car keys are busy partying on this wonderful day! She chuckled to herself, allowing her another swig of alcohol. She pulled the bottle back, examining it with wonder. "You," she slurred. "Are wonderful. If you were a person, I'd marry you." she mumbled. "Whatever would I do without you?" She barely realized what she was saying but somehow, in her drunken state, speaking to a glass bottle seemed to be a perfectly reasonable thing to do. "August 5th 2019. What a wonderful day. Why aren't more people celebrating?" She grumbled, suddenly realizing that the streets around her were dead silent. "HELLO INHABITANTS OF EARTH!" She screamed, raising her bottle to the air. "COME OUTSIDE! PARTY WITH ME! STOP SLEEPING YOU LAZY OAFS!" She yelled. But the only creatures to respond were the crickets.
She sighed, and turned to her alcohol companion. "Guess it's just you and me old pal". She was interrupted from her reverie by the loud chime of her cell phone. Irritated, she whisked it off the floor and answered. "Whatdoyouwant?" She asked in a jumbled slur. Her sister's concerned voice emerged from the other end. "Pooja, where the hell are you?! It's nearly 2 A.M! Please come home!" Pooja grinned, thinking of her sister's worried expression. Rani was 3 years older than Pooja but liked to consider herself as Pooja's mother. "Rani, I'm celebrating! You should've been here with me!" she chuckled. "I would've gotten you so drunk you wouldn't remember your name!"
She heard her sisters exasperated sigh from the other end of the line. "Pooja, stop it. You need to come home. Please."
"Is that man dead yet?" Asked Pooja, barely waiting for her sister to finish. Rani was silent for a moment before responding with an annoyed, "'That man' happens to be your father and my step-father Pooja. Have some decency." Pooja shrugged. "Doesn't answer my question. I'm not coming home till that man is officially out of our lives. Hopefully by the end of the night." Saying so, she cut the call and threw her phone back down to the ground.
Now she was back to square one. She had no money. No car keys. And worst of all, her liquor was running out. Groaning, she used the car for support and lifted herself up. "Need to get out of here," she mumbled, gazing towards the road for any sign of a pedestrian. The entire street seemed to be dead. And for a minute, she couldn't help wondering if maybe she was actually the only person on this road. The hairs on her arm raised and the seriousness of the situation hit her like a truck. 2 A.M. Alone on the road. Wearing a mini skirt and crop top. And utterly drunk. She bent down, picking up her alcohol bottle. "At least I have you to defend me if someone tries something on me." she muttered, placing a soft kiss on the bottle.
Before she had time to think (to the best of her capacity) a plan of action, she spotted a car approaching her. She ran onto the street, waving her arms frantically. "HEY! STOP STOP STOP!"
Noticing the frantic girl, the driver of the vehicle pounded on the brakes and the car skidded to a stop not 2 steps away from the girl. The driver stepped out. It was a man. Likely 5'11 in height and as far as Pooja's drunkenness could identify, was VERY handsome. His black hair was brushed messily back allowing only a few strands to lay across his forehead. He wore a white shirt underneath a black leather jacket and faded blue jeans. "What the hell is WRONG with you?!" He yelled, stepping in front of her. "Are you out of your MIND? I was TWO seconds away from running you under my car!"
Pooja scratched her head, unfazed. "Look mister whatever-your-name-is. I need a ride. And you have a car. So lets cut the talk and start the drive." She pushed him aside and walked towards the passenger seat. The man looked at her, appalled. The girl reeked of alcohol and was clearly bold when drunk. "Excuse me?!" He finally asked. She shrugged, motioning towards the car. "Open the door. Please." She added, looking at his expression of wonder.
The man considered the predicament for a moment. He had a drunk girl in front of him, wearing clothes shorter than he thought physically possible, and clearly had no wallet. The right thing to do would be to give her a ride to wherever she was headed. Does she even know where she wants to go? He wondered. Deciding that the appropriate action to take at the moment was to help the girl out, he opened the passenger side and allowed her to stumble inside. He walked to the driver's side and got in. He turned to her, but she seemed to be already in a deep slumber. His eyes narrowed. What the f***? He shook her arm, trying to wake her. "Hey! Get up!"
"Hrrmmm" She muttered, slapping his arm away. "Where do you need to go?!" He asked, irritated. "Wherever," she muttered. His mouth fell open. What the hell did 'wherever' mean?! This was certainly not how he expected his night to be going. "Wake the HELL up, woman before I shove you out of this car!" He threatened. Her eyes quickly fluttered open. "What's your problem?" She groaned in frustration. "Just take me to a hotel or something."
His eyes widened in shock. "Um. Whoever you are...I'm not looking for an escort. Or a call girl. Or whatever. If you could get out of my car now," he began. Her head snapped towards him and after a moment of silence, she burst out laughing. "Look, Imnot," she slurred. "I'm not any of those things. I'm just drunk. I need a place to stay the night. So please. A hotel." He turned and looked straight ahead, feeling embarrassed himself. "Fine," he said. He changed gears and began to drive.
The drive was quiet. His eyes flickered between the road and the sleeping girl beside him. Yes, this was certainly now how he had envisioned his night. He had left several urgent meetings to return from Surat to Mumbai after realizing that his boss was breathing his last. And now he had this girl to deal with. I'll just drop her at the hotel and be off on my way. He thought, pressing his foot on the gas just a little harder. What a night this was turning out to be.
End
Let me know what you guys think of the story! I know this isn't characteristic of Pooja, but the reasons behind her behavior will be revealed in later parts of the story!
Love you all!
- Sanjana
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