❝Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.❞
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Kabir and Meher
Two polar opposites; or that's what they think they are. They are both burnin...
"Dil ko sambhal rakha hai, khauf ke andheron mein, Subah aayegi, aur shayad, umeed bhi"
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Mumbai, India
Kabir sat at his desk, staring blankly at the scattered papers in front of him. His mind wasn't in the office today; it was back at the dinner table from the previous night, replaying every word, every tense pause, and every frustrated look exchanged with Meher. The fight had been a storm of pent-up emotions, a clash of wills and fears, and he hadn't been able to sleep much after she walked away, her resolve as firm as ever. Now, an unsettling restlessness simmered within him, growing stronger by the minute.
He rubbed his temples, trying to focus on the files in front of him, but the words were just a blur. Somewhere in his mind, he heard Meher's defiant voice echo, her stubborn stance on the sting operation ringing like an alarm. He knew her well enough to realize that once she decided on something, there was no stopping her. But that didn't make it any easier to accept, especially when he couldn't shake the feeling that she was putting herself in harm's way.
The knock on his door made him look up abruptly. His secretary, Aanchal, entered, holding a stack of additional files, her usual efficient smile replaced by a hint of hesitation. She placed the files on his desk with a brief update on his day's schedule.
"Sir, these are the extra documents you asked for last week on the AV Media and Glide Infotech partnership, along with your schedule for the day." She glanced at him, eyebrows raised. "Are you all right, sir? You seem a bit distracted."
Kabir forced a polite smile, trying to mask his inner turmoil. "Just a long day. Thanks for these." He glanced at the files briefly before looking back up at her, realizing he hadn't absorbed a single word she'd said.
Aanchal nodded but didn't press further, quietly stepping out of the office. The moment the door closed, Kabir let out a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his fists. He knew he needed to get a grip on himself, to focus on his work and push his concerns aside. But every thought, every instinct pulled him back to Meher and the sting operation that he feared had spiralled beyond control.
Just as he reached for his phone, it began to ring. He glanced at the screen. Ashna Mistry. The name sent a jolt through him, tightening the unease he'd felt all morning. He swiped to answer, his voice tense.
"Officer Mistry," he said, his tone guarded. "Any updates?" Even though he acted like he would not care, every fibre in his bone rebelled against that feeling.
The call was just an added worry on his already tense mind.
There was a pause on the other end, and when Officer Mistry finally spoke, her voice was filled with an urgency that only heightened his anxiety.
"Kabir, I'm contacting you because I wanted you to know that the situation with Meher has become complicated. She's been trapped inside the brothel since this morning, and we haven't received any communication from her in the last hour. We suspect her camera and speaker might have been compromised."
