Page 41 of Love Locked
Everything just mysteriously vanished, hiding under loads and loads of white pillowy snow. There was a small chance of the snowfall stopping as the overcast weather subsided a little. The sun would most likely pop up in a day or two, highlighting the surroundings like shiny gems hidden in the chilly landscape.
Kabir and Kyra ventured outside after lunch and a fun game of scrabble. Fortunately, they discovered a few boots, several jackets, a few gloves, and a shovel in the cabin’s attic. They located a smooth, damp area near the porch.
“I’ve never done this before,” Kyra made a joyful noise. “I’m so excited.”
“It’s easy, princess. I’ll shovel some snow from that spot, and you level and flatten this surface.” Kabir instructed her.
Kyra did all she could with a grin on her face. When Kabir arrived with the shovelled snow, they made some snowballs.
“Let’s roll these snowballs together to make a big one. That’ll be the base of our snowman.” Halfway through, Kabir turned to her. “Now, you try to make a medium-sized snowball for the middle part.”
“Almost done,” Kyra said. “Unless you plan on making a separate snowman.”
“God no,” Kabir laughed. “After thirty minutes of this, I doubt I’ll be able to move my frozen hands or legs.”
Kyra gave him a playful nudge and got to work swiftly, oblivious to the mounting discomfort her muscles were experiencing due to the extreme cold. Kabir chuckled, shook his head and hurried forward with the rest of the process. An unspoken race to see who could assemble the snowman first had begun.
Since Kyra had never made a snowman before and Kabir was a gentleman, he let her win. Kyra smiled at him like a child in a candy land and danced joyously. She was preparing to launch into her victory speech when her eyes focused on a group of kids playing in the snow in the distance.
“Kabir, look!” Kyra pointed at them cheerfully.
“Well, it looks like the kids are going to get themselves sick.” Kabir scowled. “Are they really playing in the snow all by themselves? Where the hell are their parents?”
“Oh my God, Kabir. Relax. They are kids. They’re just enjoying themselves. Moreover, it looks like this snow will melt away in a day or so. Let them have some fun.” Kyra teased him.
He stopped and gave it some thought. “Even if snow melted, there’s a possibility we won’t make it home for another day or two.” Kabir pondered aloud. “Maybe, just to be cautious, we should stay another day even if the snow stops. Ensure the storm has completely passed and the road conditions are safe.”
He sounded reluctant to leave Shimla, or maybe her comapny but that could have just been her vivid imagination. Maybe… the longing in his eyes was real. Kyra desperately wanted to think so.
“Actually,” Kyra said, rolling a snowball in her palm. “If it’s about our safety, I’d rather wait until the storm subsides. I don’t want us driving back in bad weather again.”
Kabir was silent for a while. He watched her as she kept on rolling the snowball. It was almost surprising that the snow didn’t melt under the heat of his intense stare.
“Okay. I’m fine with not driving in the bad weather.” Kabir finally said. “By the way, princess, you missed your calling.” He signalled to the snowball in her hands.
“My calling as a snowball roller?” She laughed.
He dipped his head in a nod, humour sparking deep in his eyes. “I’m sure your skill extends to all sorts of rolling works.”
Before he could realise what was happening, she flung the snowball in his direction. Snow hit him in the centre of the chest, exploding with a splat. Kabir grinned wickedly as he stumbled backwards and gazed at her bemusedly.
“What?” She challenged as she suddenly took several steps back, moving to find refuge. “Aren’t you gonna retaliate?”
“Oh, I’m going to,” he says. Kabir was standing but still exuded sexy confidence. “But only if you insist.”
Goddamn. He was hot.
She just shook her head. “C’mon, give it to me already.”
He gave her a searing once-over, and she flushed red as he murmured, “Challenge accepted.”
He tilted his head sexily. “I hope you’re ready for it. Everything is fair in love and war. And this is definitely the latter.”
She scooped up another handful of snow, then another, stuffing her coat pockets with it so she’d have ammo on the go.
“Okay then,” Kabir warned her, bending down to form a few snowballs of his own. “Just remember that you started it.”
Kyra ran to the opposite side of the cabin to see if Kabir would follow. But as soon as she turned, a blast of icy snow hit her in the face. It stung against the heat of her skin, trickling down the inside of her coat and collar. Her skin froze when it came in contact with the snow. She gasped and spat in shock, and Kabir smirked as she knelt down to roll another snowball.
