Chapter 3 Her Angry Bird

Continuation

Sahir's Point Of View

"I'm thinking out loud

That maybe we found love right where we are"

She kept singing from her heart. I kept holding the gun at the man, vibing with her singing, and couldn't fire a single bullet yet. That's the magic of her voice. She blows away the Sultan within me like a cloud of dust. All I could feel again was the old me.

Madonna's loverboy Sahir!

I pulled out his mobile to call Zaki, my younger brother. My fingers shook with excitement while dialing Zaki's number. One can fall in love with her melodious voice so hard that might not pull itself back. I told Zaki to come & wind up the work I am about to leave now.

I can't kill the man or even a mosquito tonight. Not after hearing her voice. That's how she has control over me.

Keeping the mobile back in my pocket, I was about to leave but stopped and looked at the man who was still standing in fear. I strode towards him in two steps and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"Looks like you got some luck in your pockets, I am sparing you tonight" saying this with an unfortunate disgust I punched on his face, making the man lose his consciousness.

I hurriedly stormed outside the room to chase her.

My Madonna!

I ran towards the elevator and pressed the button. Her voice was still audible in the elevator but not clear enough. I feel completely captivated. My feet tapped on the rhythm of her singing. I feel every inch of my body getting dragged towards her voice.

What is she doing here? It's so dangerous to go out at this time. Why doesn't she ever listen to me?

I felt angry about thinking that she didn't tell me. She has to at least text me before coming here. But my anger somehow melted every second when I heard her voice, her soulful singing.

I wanted to jump with excitement, take her in my embrace with love. My heart filled with all my old emotions once again!

This elevator is taking time to come up to the floor. I let out a breath. I wanted to reach her before she went away. My eyes fell on the staircase board. That's it, Madonna. Stay where you are. I am coming. I ran towards the stairs. Missing almost 4,5 steps at a time, I got down from the 13th floor to the 12th floor. Soon I reached the 6th floor. She kept singing like her voice was calling me and I was getting magnetized towards her.

After reaching the 2nd floor, I heard the people cheering and clapping. Oh no. She has done singing. I wanted to see her for a long time.

Ground floor,

Dining hall,

I slammed the door open when I finally reached the ground floor and walked into the dining hall. My breathing became heavy whilst I roamed my eyes everywhere searching for her scanning every corner of the hotel.

Soon my eyes caught the sight of an empty open mic section.

No one was here? Where is she? Where is my Madonna? I hope she is okay!

Then my eyes fell on the familiar figure walking out towards the exit. Long wavy hair, cascaded to the waist, feminine walk capturing every man's eyes at her, the old-fashioned Indian dress, and height around 5'2. That's my Zoya!

I was about to follow her but got to know I am still holding the gun & also wearing my expensive blazer. If Zoya gets to know about this, then she will definitely fire the series of questions which answers I can't give to her for now.

Watching me standing in the midway of the hall, my guards quickly approached me and stood for my protection. I quickly removed my blazer and handed it over to one of the guards. She wouldn't be pleased to see a gun in my hand!

I looked around myself thinking but couldn't understand where to keep the gun in the haste of meeting Zoya. Fuck it!

I ordered my guards to be with Zaki and ran behind Zoya.

My eyes caught her walking towards the gate and how my feet obediently moved in her direction. While walking silently behind her and gazing at her beautiful enchanting figure, I carefully kept my gun clutching at my back.

She walked out of the main gate and stood on the road for a while. Her eyes were hooked to the signal waiting for it to turn red. But it seems like she is in a hurry. She walked ahead not bothering about the speedy vehicles on the road while crossing it. That's a dangerous way to cross the road. And how my weak heart jumped every time she took a step forward and a car drove past her. Before she took one more step ahead I swiftly grabbed her waist from behind & swirled her. My actions made her gasp loudly. I chuckled. Her eyes were closed and a hint of fear on her face, perhaps worrying about falling out of my hold but I secured my grip on her and quickly pulled her closer.

Finally, I felt like bringing my heart back to my chest. I leaned near to her ear. "Getting away from me Madonna?"

I saw her gulping down thickly when I mentioned her as Madonna.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. Her dove-shaped eyes emoted so many things at a time. They held guilt for hiding from me. Then excitement to meet me. A shock of how I caught her? At this moment I imagined hundreds of scenarios to kiss her but I can't scare this beautiful butterfly in my catch.

So keeping my desire away, I grinned at her.

''Are you angry with me?'' She asked murmuring.

I chuckled. Only If I could get the slightest taste of those rosy lips of her once.

The emotions in her eyes changed quickly as she caught me staring at her lips. Her eyebrows furrowed.

She looked away, perhaps trying to find some words to hide her mistake of not telling me. She doesn't have to apologize to me at all. But I did not say anything. She avoided making eye contact with me. My hands itched to touch her chin and make her look into my eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me, Madonna?" I whispered leaning closer to her face. I felt her body shudder. In response, I felt my heart shudder.

The effect she still has on me! She has been still in my embrace and the way my arms were encircled around her, I can feel her nervousness, her crazily running heartbeats. This is the nth number of times I stopped myself from not holding her face and giving her a breath-sucking kiss.

She kept her hand on my chest & tried to wiggle, move out from my hold but I tightened my grip around her waist pulling her closer. Possessiveness gets over to me again. People started watching us when they walked past but I did not let her go away from me.

"Leave me! Let me go you, angry bird!" She hits on my arms. She looked cute doing that. I chuckled at her actions. She glared at me.

"No way, never, you know why? Because I'm enjoying this closeness Madonna" I said feeling her soft body in my arms. She looked to the left, I moved my face to the left along with her. She did the same to the right and I copied her.

She becomes irritated. I loved doing mischief with her.

''Can't you even let me breathe once!'' She said coming out of my grip.

By gathering all their energy, she pushed me away using all her force.

But it all went to waste because I haven't decided to let her go away yet.

I wasn't ready to leave her soft body yet. I wanted to take her home and make love with her, a kind of love that she never imagined with me. But I couldn't. I cursed my fate.

"What are you exactly made of? Steel? Iron? Ambuja Cement? "

She snapped at me. ''Why this guy isn't understanding?'' She poked her fingers on my chest. ''Best friends don't do this stuff.''

Best friends?

This time I laughed loudly. I saw her rolling her eyes at me. There are some relations which one can not bury easily naming it as a friend! I loosened my grip on her waist, and she quickly escaped from my hold. I instantly missed her warmth. She turned to walk but I held her wrist.

I am stubborn enough to never let her go easily. I walked near her and she gulped again.

"Madonna, I asked you something!"

I was dying to know why she was in my hotel? That too sang my favorite song.

Zoya looked in my eyes and suddenly her eyes narrowed at me.

"Wait...what are you doing here? Your office timing is over right? Then?" She rubbed her chin while thinking, her eyes showing a mischievous glint to quarrel with me.

"I was on a business date !" I left my hold on her hand.

She raised her eyebrow. "Date ?"

"Is my Madonna getting jealous ?" I tilted his head copying her action. Zoya's rebound turned its way and hit her. I could see that on her face.

"Me and jealous? Puh-lease! I'm not Sahir Malik Chaudhry" The way she mocks me.

I quickly pulled her closer, gripping her wrists. "Next time if you are going anywhere-" I pushed her hair and tucked it behind in her ears. She gasped when my palms caressed the apple of her cheeks softly. "Don't forget to tell me, otherwise-" I leaned ahead on her lips. I wanted to taste them so badly. Her hot breathing collided with my face. This only urged me to get more of her. I wanted to break this wall of friend zone she created between me and her. Only if she allows me, I have planned to do so many things with her.

But she quickly kept her palm in between our mouths. "Idiot. Wh...what are you doing? We are on the road. I don't want to indulge in a PDA with you !" Zoya yelled at me and slowly moved away. I felt happy about her getting affected by our closeness. Oh man, she was so responsive to my mere closeness.

"Oh really? Did you forget our first kiss ?" I wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. I wanted her to remember our old love and stop hiding her feelings.

"Stop it! " She started walking but I again dragged holding her wrist. I don't like it when she leaves the conversation abruptly.

She snapped her eyes at me coldly. "What?"

"Come, let's go" I clasped her hand in mine & intertwined her small fingers in my long ones.

Zoya followed me asking questions like ''Where?'' "Why" while I dragged her towards my other non-expensive car. Thank god I had this with me.

"Sit" I opened the door for her, once she got inside angrily I shut the door and ran towards the other way.

Once I got inside and buckled up myself, I drove off from there speedily.

While driving she kept asking me about where we are going? I was getting fed up with her never-ending talk so I took her hand and replied to her by giving a kiss on her soft bare hands every time. She tried to remove her hand but I held it firm. This is her punishment for talking too much.

After a while, I stopped my car in front of the famous old ice cream shop and glanced at her to see her reaction. Zoya's eyes widened with excitement when she saw the place. It's their favorite place. Since childhood, we have had a soft corner for this place. We used to come here to eat ice cream after bunking school. I got down from the car and ran towards Zoya to open the door for her. Once she got down from the car, I again laced my fingers with her. I noticed her looking at our entangled fingers whilst walking towards the shop.

"Ahmed uncle, how are you?"

Zoya greeted and the same old Ahmed uncle smiled at her "Oh my kids are back " He looked cheerful seeing us. I found him even older now.

I simply smiled looking at him.

"We are no more kids now " Zoya pouted looking at me, "Yaa but he is" She giggled when I narrowed my eyes at her.

I noticed Ahmed uncle looking at our hands.

"Yes you both are no more kids but it's time for you to have kids !" Uncle's words made me shy. Even Zoya blushed. She immediately retracted her hand from my hold while my fingers tried to catch her hand but failed.

Ahmed uncle laughed when he saw our reactions.

Zoya chose her favorite chocolate flavor whilst I chose vanilla.

"Boring Vanilla..boring you " Zoya teased me as we stepped outside the shop.

I looked at her with disbelief."Hey, my choice is not boring okay,"

"Ha ha, your choice is boring just accept the fact!" Zoya licked her ice cream.

"Well, you aren't that boring" He smirked at her devilishly.

She gasped. "Shut up you, I'm not at all a boring person I'm very fun-loving"

"Hey fun-loving girl, I also like the chocolate flavor but in condoms wanna have some fun?" Suddenly a group of random boys standing near the shop area started throwing vulgar comments & wolf whistles to my Zoya. I securely held her hand. The comments started increasing and went extinct when they crossed all the limits. I saw her mood turn sour when she threw the ice cream, getting affected by those roadside boys.

While passing from there, I looked at each of them and went towards my car without uttering a word. My gesture must have boosted their ego as they began hooting and laughing at me. We got inside the car ignoring the comments while I saw Zoya breathing heavily with a fit of anger.

"Because of such boys, every time I feel scared to even go out on a day time" She muttered angrily. I looked at her, giving her my handkerchief. She wiped a lone tear from her eye. She was hurt but tried to mask her emotions in front of her.

I started the car without saying anything. After reaching a few distances away from them I parked my car near the tree in a safe place.

"Zoya, I think I forgot my wallet in the shop, I'll just get it back okay stay here," I said unbuckling my seatbelt and moving to leave.

"Sahir, be careful those boys must be still there," Zoya said. The caring look in her eyes soothes my heart but not my temper. I cupped her face in my hands wiping her tears and smiled at her.

It would be great then! I thought & got down from the car.

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