Page 83 of Love Locked
She flipped over the two tickets and shrieked in delight as her entire face lit up. She threw herself into Kabir’s arms. “Oh my god!”
He swung her around, and she giggled. “This is the best surprise ever. We are going to Paris.” She screamed.
“Yes, baby, we are!” Kabir swung them together on the bed and licked her neck. “We are going to scratch off everything on your bucket list. And then, we’ll make a new one together.” He nuzzled her neck.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much it scares me.” Kyra peppered his face with kisses.
“I love you too, princess.”
“How much?”
“Immeasurably, baby. Let me show you...”
Then Kabir placed her on her back and kissed her passionately as if there was no tomorrow. He touched her body, memorising every detail as though she were a rare painting. She arched her back and lost herself in ecstasy as she felt him enter her. Her last coherent thought before they began the marathon of passion that lasted all night was the thought of her soon-to-be new name after marriage. It was the very same name that her eighteen-year-old self had scribbled in sparkling ink and doodled with red hearts endless times on so many notebook pages ever since she first met Kabir, 'Kyra Kabir Oberoi'.
Epilogue
FOUR YEARS LATER
Kyra and Kabir’s House
“Latika, can you check the samosa rolls baking in the oven? And please bring them over with the chutney dips from the fridge. I’ll get the baby food and other appetisers out on the terrace.” Kyra tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear. She arranged the food and drinks on the platter and ensured everything was perfect.
“Yes, didi,” Latika replied, wiping the kitchen counter.
Latika was Kyra’s house help/nanny. She was a lifesaver and her right hand when it came to helping her manage the household. She was honest and did her job efficiently.Kyra carried the large wooden tray, packed with food, to the terrace. As she neared the terrace, she could hear adults laughing and chatting and the babies giggling.
Kyra held the tray in her hands as she stopped at the door leading to the terrace. The setting sun splashed orange colours across the deck while the gentle breeze swayed blissfully. The chattering birds flew to their tiny nests in the lush treetops. The patio provided a beautiful view of the city’s sprawling skyscrapers and chaotic traffic.
She turned toward the little play area, where three men and four small kids were playing together. Adil sat with Amaya as she coloured a picture. He had his six-month-old son, Ayan, sleeping in his arms. On the swing, Vaayu pushed his two-year-old daughter, Vanika. She giggled with delight as the swing went high and came back. Kyra’s husband, Kabir, was playing peek-a-boo with their one-year-old daughter, Diya.
Kyra smiled at that sight. She mentally warded off the evil eye.Yes…she had become that typical mom.
Kabir had been the best thing that could have ever happened to her. He was still the one who made her heart skip a beat. And being a father was like the cherry on top. It was as though his sexiness had increased tenfold with fatherhood.
Kyra was now a mother, a wife and a businesswoman. Two and a half years had flown by! She and Kabir didn’t have a long courtship. They got married three months after Kabir proposed.
And for their honeymoon, they went to Europe. They had stayed there for two months, and what a blissful two months those were. Kabir was still a workaholic, but thankfully, his work and home lives were meticulously separated. He wasn’t the same Kabir as before, with all work and no play. Kabir was now a part-time CFO and a full-time family man. She had never thought his personality would change like this, but love can change anything…or anyone.
People always believed that a couple who worked together would face ego conflicts, but they proved them wrong. Kabir was hugely supportive of Kyra’s career. And two years later, Kyra and Kabir became parents.
They had given each other the best gift they could. Diya, their daughter, was the light of their lives. She was a smart and cute kid, a perfect combination of the two of them. She was daddy’s little princess. Kabir, however, frequently joked that Kyra would always be his favourite princess.
Family life was wonderful. Having all the grandchildren close by made their parents very happy, as they could spoil them rotten. Nitya had relocated to Delhi and was now in charge of the business there. She was in a committed relationship with Rudra Shekhawat for two years. This unexpected turn of events surprised everyone, but Rudra was a great guy. He loved Nitya and made her incredibly happy. Everyone was thrilled for them. She missed Nitya. But they managed to meet every two months when their busy schedules allowed.
Mira and Ruhi had always been close to her, and they were now her clan. They were her girls. Her gang. They were the ‘Oberoi daughters’. In this roller coaster called life, they were each other’s constant support. Her life would be impossible without them, and she felt damn lucky to have them.
“Ky! Why are you standing there?” Mira called out from the recliner chair she was leaning on.
“You’ve got food, right?” Ruhi called out. “I’m so hungry. Don’t just stand there.”
“Coming, Roo. Have some patience.” Kyra said, moving towards them.
“Don’t tell an eight-month-pregnant woman to be patient when she is hungry.” Ruhi was eight months pregnant with her second child, and everyone was excited for Ruhi and Vaayu.
Kyra put the food on the main table. Latika also placed the beverages and samosa rolls on the side.
“Food is here, guys,” Mira called out to the men.
