Page 19 of Love Locked
He trusted Adil blindly when the latter mentioned that Kyra was aware of their swap. Clearly, his brother had other things on his mind, or maybe he had forgotten to tell her about that, though that was highly unlikely.Throughout the drive to Kyra’s house, he tried to imagine how she would react when she saw him after a gap of three months. It definitely wasn’t what he expected. He figured she’d smile and say hello to him, and then they’d be on their way.
But here he was, in the company of a frowning woman who looked like Princess with flawless curves, a satin blouse with lavender pattern motifs, and jeans as sexy as fuck. Her hair was set in a high ponytail with tendrils covering her oval face, and she was staring at him as though he was the first man she had ever seen.
“You said Amaya is sick?” She asked.
Kabir hummed his agreement before opening the passenger door for her. She trailed her eyes from his hand to his face, then back to the open door with furrowed brows.
“Very,” Kabir told her. “She had a high fever.”
“Oh, my poor baby. I hope she gets better soon. Still, I wonder why jiju didn’t call and inform me,” she muttered as she bent over to sit, revealing her alluring cleavage, making Kabir curse under his breath.
She sat comfortably with her hands folded on her lap, pretending she was fine and not nervous in the company of the man she would be in for the next two days.
Oh shit. She had to endure the onslaught of this sexy grump’s hot looks for more than 48 hours?Her mental rant was interrupted by her ringing phone. It was her Dad. She swiped and answered. “Hey, Dad. Good Morning.”
“Good morning, baccha. I heard you are going to Shimla today.”
“Yeah, I am.”
Kabir got inside the car and put on his seat belt. Kyra was speaking on the phone with someone. Maybe her father.
“No, I am going with Kabir,” Kyra replied. “Tell, Mira to not worry. Yes..uh huh..Wow, please tell Ranjeet chachu I will think about his offer.”
She hmmed and huhhed for a minute or so, then hung up. “Okay, Dad. I’m on my way now. I will call you as soon as I reach. Love you. Bye.”
“That was the most agreeable conversation I’ve ever heard in a while between you and your father,” Kabir smirked.
“I am agreeable.” Kyra met his gaze and swiftly looked away.
“Yeah, you only go up in flames of anger when your chachu begs you to come and stay with him.” His gaze roamed over her face. There was a glint of maturity on her face today. She might have been the same girl he had seen for the past four years, but this woman was not the same person.
Surprisingly, Kabir was fine with that. Kyra had changed into this new and intriguing person, one he would have liked to know if the circumstances were different. But for now, he would ignore her, focusing instead on completing his task, conducting himself professionally, and avoiding personal discussions.
He checked his Rolex. It was 7:00 a.m. He promptly hit the accelerator and began driving toward the airport. The GPS had already predicted it would take them 40 minutes to get to the airport. He simply wanted the visit to go off without a glitch. But he was blissfully unaware of how destiny’s plan for him would change the course of his entire life.
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Kyra flicked her gaze to the window and squinted to make out the private airstrip. The hangar eventually came into view, and she could make out the small aircraft with the stairs lowered. Two men dressed in black suits stood at the base of the stairs with their arms folded. This was the fanciest way she was travelling. Her father was rich. But not rich like the Oberois. The Oberois had lavishness in their daily life.
As the car parked near the jet in front of the stairs, Kabir signalled her to wait while he rounded up to open the door for her. The gesture surprised Kyra, and she silently stepped out of the vehicle.
“You don’t have to pretend, you know.”
“Pretend what?” Kabir asked blankly.
She exasperatedly said, “Pretend to act chivalrous by opening the car door and stuff. Like you really want to do this for me.”
“Don’t talk as if you know me. You don’t know what I want to do or not, princess.” He pinned her with a serious gaze.
“I’m just saying that-–” Kyra paused, waving her hand in the air, “You know what? Let’s just get this over with.”
“That’s what I thought.” Kabir shot back, still standing near the door, gazing at her.
Kyra settled into her seat opposite Kabir when a beautiful flight attendant with perfect make-up and a sexy body greeted them. She came over and handed them cold bottled water. Kyra saw how she blushed when Kabir took the glass from her. Of course, the flight attendant-billionaire cliché would happen right before her now. She had to keep reminding herself that she was over her stupid crush on him. She knew he was a global crush of every woman out there.
Kabir observed Kyra while she glared at the attendant. She was really something. He didn’t want to be here. All he wanted to do was clear off his to-do list and the meetings he was missing instead of being here with this woman.
He was aware of two facts. If he had denied Adil’s request, his mother would have twisted his ear like she did when he was a child and made him regret saying no. Truth be told, none of his brothers wanted to annoy their mum. The second was that Kabir always prioritised his family and consciously tried to help them. He needed to behave normally with Kyra even if she was hell-bent on being his BFF. He, however, badly wanted to be more than just her BFF. Jesus, He needed a drink or two, and as if by magic, a flight attendant glided toward him, holding two glasses and a bottle of costly champagne.
