Arms That Are Waiting Only For You || Kabir&Sameera
Kabir was running late. Not an hour late, or even two. No, Kabir Khan was running two whole weeks late. He had the night planned out really. He’d get back on the 16th, deliver her gift to her, and then take Sameera out on a lovely dinner, and they’d spend the rest of the week together.
It had taken a meeting, negotiations, and some good old ‘persuasion’ for a few hours before the man agreed to pay up. So Kabir was satisfied with himself and had started looking at potential gift ideas for Sameera when he received a message that changed everything. He’d been played.
It took an embarrassingly long time for Kabir to track down the man who had not only robbed him of his money, but also his time. The time he could have spent with his girlfriend on her birthday. Instead of being there for the one person who wasn’t honour bound to like or tolerate him, he was forced to take a trip from Belgium to a dingy little town in Istanbul full of caves where he was given his money. After making quick work of the rest of his tasks, he had finally landed in Mumbai two days ago.
Taking one day to breathe a little and meet with Bhai to debrief him on the job, he took the second day to prepare for the apology birthday he’d have to give Sameera in order to gain her forgiveness. Her gift waiting at their dinner reservation, he was now standing in front of her door, dressed smartly in a suit, that he’d had to purchase especially for the occasion since the rest of his weren’t up to par, holding a bouquet of roses, and rang the doorbell to her house.
