Note: Since this story was planned well before the actual plot regarding Ananya's dad was exposed, I'll be carrying on with my pre-planned plot. You may consider it as an alternate one. :)
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Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The house was empty and dark, as always. He walked towards the huge window and pulled open the curtains allowing the room to glow with pale, steady moonlight complimenting his brooding personality. He simply stood there, gazing at the plain expanse through clear glass panes, his arms resting limply to his side, a small memory chip firmly held in his palm. A faint, dull yet noticeable pain pulsated throught his left forearm. In the absolute silence surrounding him, drops of blood trickled down, tracing his sinewy fingers and dripping over the wooden flooring.
He sighed, staring at his bloodied hand.
Cautiously he took of his coat and rolled up the sleeve of his tshirt. He winced as his fingers lightly grazed the wound, a laceration firmly marking his arm. It still looked fresh,as if it had been aggravated by external exertion. He stared intently, at the half - dried bloodied wound.
So troublesome he thought.
A dark, vicious cloud loomed over, his heart being uncoperative to bear the heaviness of the impending danger. The bitter truth he'd learned today, the altercation that ensued, . Everything was falling into place, an entirely perplexing scenario was clearing up, the unknown pieces of puzzle were slowly making sense, relating their importance in this complicated case.
How was he going to tell her the truth?
His throat felt unusually dry and a glass of water is what he needed.There wasn't anyone to hand it over, the only option was to have it himself. With a groan, he walked over to the refrigerator, much to his surprise and amusement, to find a bright pink colored note stuck on the door.
Though I take pride in cooking good food, you may not find it delicious knowing your exceptional cooking skills and mastery over flavors.
I'll be at KKN tomorrow to receive your criticism.
Ps. I haven't poisoned the food. Eat without any inhibitions.
- Miss. Kashyap. He sadly chuckled, taking the bowls.
She'll have to know. Soon.
...
KKN was bustling with activity yet Ananya found not a work that would occupy her sulking mind. After satisfying Ronnie, Trisha and Richa's over burdening questions, she managed to find some solace in one of the farthest table in canteen. It was almost past two and she was still waiting for an opportunity to meet Kabir. She was at her wit's end trying to figure out his apparently deliberate ignorance towards her. Okay! Both were at fault! Yesterday, Cooking up excuses and making them appear believable to Khalid was an overall taxing experience. After a gruelling ten minutes session of constant blabbering, she had slumped on the floor admist a mess of papers. Thinking about Mr. Editor in chief was an altogether different thought. One look at his inscrutable eyes, she knew something was not right. Prodding him with further questions would've rendered her getting reprimanded at for no solid reason. This time, she decided she'd try to believe him... She had hardworkingly prepared meal for him as an excuse, silently praying for his forgiveness for her indecent behavior. His attitude never failed to amaze her.
A compulsive womanizer suddenly becomes a egoistic, self-centered creature around me? What to make out of his mood swings? Well, she agreed, in this matter she'd been a step ahead of him showing her vulnerability and naivety at controlling emotions. Both were being played mercilessly by emotions.
Though athought pricked her endlessly. He had not even tried to contact her in any way regarding his meeting with Rajan. Nor a single word he'd asked regardiing her dad. There were far too many questions with hardly any answrrs.
Without a wasting a second, she barged into his cabin.
"You seems to have lost all your mannerisms Ms. Kashyap." He said, not looking up from his laptop. A stack of papers lay by his side, he picked one and handed it to her. "Your assignment. Art Exhibition."
" I am a crime reporter, Sir."
"Just do as you are asked to." Kabir shot back with an inscrutable expression, but his dark eyes, they held emotions too intense and frightening. She involuntarity took a step back.
"Ye-es." she stuttered. "But, about the investig-"
He intervened. "We are dropping the case, as of now, including you. That's final."
Till date, she'd always worshiped him, admired him, blindly believed him. But today, something was amiss in this situation.
His emotionless declaration left her speechless.Either he was paying her back for her behavior or actually something was not right.
"Alright." She quietly replied and left.
He narrowed his eyes at her retreating figure, obviously confounded by the absence of an eruption of volcano, hurling effusive lava straight at his face. He concluded, maybe along with him, she had learned her lesson, albeit the hard way.
The next thing he knew, he was running. Pick up your bloody damn phone! At his tenth attempt, she picked up.
Reading her thought process was too easy for him, yet he overlooked the very step her impulsive personality would take. The car engine screeched to life and he sped of furiously.
He could feel his heart returning to normal as he perceived a familiar figure standing alone at a distance on an otherwise empty road. He was perplexed about one thing as to why Rajan would readily decide to meet her after yesterday's incident. Everything had become so complicated, but that's what made it all interesting.
"Are you an idiot?" Kabir screamed at her face. She pulled her arm free as he forced her to get in the car.
"He doesn't know." She was unusually composed, her eyes steady and devoid of any feeling. She knew the truth but she wanted to hear it from him. "Tell me everything, Mr.Kabir Sharma."
Shit. He mentally slapped himself for getting so easily fooled, but then, he was afraid. Afraid to lose her. He felt uncertain about the effect reality would have on her.
"I will .But you should stop being impulsive."
"Let's go. We need to get out of this place asap."
She tried to stop him, her hand grasping his. He winced at the contact, pain enveloping his senses. She shockingly let go of his hand as she felt and perceived the wetness of blood-stained beige coat.
She was too shocked to comprehend anything and everything around her.
"Your dad didn't die because of heart attack. It was a well planned, cold-blooded murder."
Laxman's words echoed in her mind.Too fast. All so blurry. That one sentence brought her whole world crashing down in seconds. She involuntarily reached for her locket that held her precious article, clutching it tightly. Anger surged through her, her eyes bloodshot as tears fell in a continuous stream.
She grabbed the collar of his shirt, shaking him violently, venting out her exasperation on him."How could you! Why didn't you feel it important to let me know of this sooner! You got hurt because of me! TELL ME! I want ANSWERS!!" She screamed, loosening her hold, only to collapse in utter misery, all broken and shattered. All of her hope and rationality vanquished like a withering lone flower caught in the fury of strong wintery winds.
He stared at her, dumbfounded. He exactly knew who'd have told her.
"I am hopeless..." she muttered impassively.
He bent low and embraced her. "No.." He pulled her closer. "I need your help, Ananya I have managed to get hold a supposedly important evidence."
... To be continued... Edited by SuperChillz1 - 9 years ago
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