Page 77 of Love Locked
If love was a chemical reaction in the brain, he was already addicted. Love was not a waste of time, as he had previously thought. In fact, every moment spent with Kyra would beprecious. He was the luckiest bastard on earth if he had the blessing to be with his true love.
His brothers had it, and they treasured it. Kabir now understood why Vaayu was so enamoured with Ruhi. He finally understood that look in Adil’s eyes when he saw Mira—a look of complete and utter adoration. The same expression would be seen on his face now if Kabir had access to a mirror. He absolutely loved everything about Kyra. He had from the day he had seen her. Simply put, he had been too blind to recognise what his heart already knew.
He knew Kyra loved him. But could she forgive him for being an ass that night?He realised there was only one way to find out and waited silently as he saw a man in a black suit approach Kyra, who was now waiting in the queue to board the plane.
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Kyra,
There is a change in plan. This man will escort you to Oberoi Orbit’s private jet. Please do as he says.
Love you,
Dad
Kyra was puzzled by her Dad’s cryptic handwritten note. Re-reading it, she walked behind the man, who remained silent despite her repeated questions. She stopped when the man was about to enter a black SUV. She hesitated for a second, looking nervously around her and then at the car door he had opened for her.
“Ma’am, I kindly request you to sit in the car. Your luggage is already in the jet.”
Kyra hesitated. What if he was a serial killer?
But he had a handwritten note from your father.
She recognised her Dad’s writing. Her father worked mysteriously; therefore, she was anxious to know what he had planned for her by telling her to go on the jet. At last, she sat in the car, which took her to what looked to be a private jet sporting the large Oberoi Orbit logo. This jet was different, not the one they took to Chandigarh.
As soon as the door opened, she stepped out and discreetly checked her reflection in the window. She didn’t know why, but she’d taken extra time with her makeup today and wore her favourite sweater. Maybe it was to feel attractive and self-confident—two things she never thought she would feel after last week.
She ascended the stairs of the all-black, regal-looking jet. The interior of the plane was done in black and grey, looking slick and fashionable. While it was all very extravagant, that was not what stopped her in her tracks. It was a table for two with a candle burning on the side. A lone rose was placed next to the bucket of chilled champagne on the table.
“Ma’am, take a seat and enjoy your drink.” Before she could ask any questions, the man in the black suit disappeared down the steps of the jet.
Kyra glanced at the seat next to the table, where her favourite drink, a champagne cocktail, was placed. She frantically turned to look around, but no one was there. She was parched, and the drink looked so tempting. She lifted the drink with a mildly bewildered frown before taking a steady sip. She sighed in relief as the cool champagne slid past her throat.
Suddenly, strong hands encircled her waist. The glass slipped out of hand, and she gasped. But surprisingly, it didn’t hit the floor. Sexy, capable hands with a familiar tattoo peeking from under the sleeves had caught the glass in the nick of time. The hands which she could recognise even without seeing them. The touch and the familiar scent engulfed her in a fog of desire and memories she wanted to forget. She could tell it was Kabir even if someone asked her after putting her under anesthesia.
His grip on her waist tightened, pressing her firmly against his front, and she shuddered, closing her eyes trying to savor the feeling. She was overwhelmed by happiness and agony all at once time, and her heart was pounding against her chest. She tried to get out of his grip, but it was futile. She opened her mouth to snap at him when he beat her to it.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Kabir growled in her ear.
“It’s none of your business. We broke up, remember. We are done.” She finally turned, and her breath hitched.
The man was far too handsome for his own good. He took her breath away and put her at a disadvantage every single time. But then, Kyra was pretty sure he knew that, too. The cheeky bastard.
“Yes, you’re right, but we are not done...” He pulled her towards the table set for two and made her sit on the chair. He took his place opposite her at the intimate table. It was confusing her. Everything he was doing was just...
“What’s this, Kabir?” She asked.
Kabir held her gaze for a long moment, then answered, “Your farewell. I’m saying goodbye.”
A shockwave travelled through her as hurt, disappointment and anger replaced her sad feelings. “W-what?”
“I’m saying goodbye...” he pointed out, and she frowned.
“So, is this your goodbye dinner?” She asked stiffly, no longer feeling pretty or confident.
She only recently began functioning normally. She had bundled all her emotions, hurled them to the back of her mind, and locked them away. She was angry and depressed because Kabir was now trying to mess with her mojo without reason. He chuckled, and her gaze flew to his.
“Why are you laughing?”She asked angrily.
