Kabir: Books Novels & Stories

On his bad luck and bad fate. . . . KABIR--- "Kabir...KABIR......" I heard the sound of my wife calling me. "Hey baby why are you crying? Kabir what happened?" Anshika asked. "Uh-huh?" I said, looking in her eyes. Trying to understand her words. "Why are you crying Kabir?" She asked again, wiping my tears. At that time I understand what she meant to say.

Panchi kept on telling me all new thing that she learnt and did in her school in meantime I started filling a plate for her and myself with all mouthwatering aromatic Indian cosine breakfast, upma, poha, idli sambar, dal wada and many more… I am always delighted to eat at Kabir house because every single thing about his mansion are somewhere rooted with India, Kabir Dewan is American Indian who established and grew his business in USA and soon capture entire world information Technology market, however no matter how American he is I always get some ecstatic Indian vibes from him which make me feel homely, just the way I used to feel when I used to stay with my father. I kept my entire attent

kabir give command and all of them took their respective slate and write their names by Gluing the alphabet on them. After that they stood in a straight row holding their slate in their hands with high head and kabir and manik look so dissapointed. Kabir walked checking them but found only slate that have the ability to be called as a cadet. He pull him that boy with himself and make him stood beside himself. "A cadet should write this showing "Abhimanyu"." Kabir said pointing his slate when mukti asked, "but sir why would we write abhimanyu Instead of our names." All of them started to laugh making manik angry.

Kabir retorted, a predatory glint in his eyes that Ziniya failed to notice. She began to laugh at her own naivety, clutching her stomach, the sound quickly escalating into hysteria. Kabir, however, showed no concern for her abrupt outburst. He knew this was the sound of her spirit shattering, and it brought him immense peace. Her suffering and self-destruction were his ultimate goals, and now that he had achieved them, he had no intention of letting up. He desired her anguish to be as prolonged as possible, each second a balm to the emptiness he carried.

Kabir didn't answer again but simply stood up, he asked that his hands be uncuffed and he strode out. There was a long silence that followed. Diana started sobbing. She doesn't know what exactly was in Kabir's mind. It is dangerous to see a wronged man go quiet. It means a lot and in this case, it was more than just being wronged. He felt disgraced and humiliated. There was never a time that she ever said anything about Kabir's sexual life because there was nothing negative to say about it.

Everything Kabir did became mechanical, he didn't put any feeling into what he did and operated like a robot from his waking up till the day was over. He was on his desk one morning and going through some files on the desk when a small piece of paper fell off from a file he just opened, he picked the paper and on it was a phone number with the name Maya. He remembered that he had collected her phone number when she was discharged from the hospital after giving birth to her son. Her strength in her adversity had drawn him to her.

I breathe out as I try to solve a particular riddle in my head. My mind traveled back to the times I had admired the same sex. I tried to reason with what probably triggered the admiration. I have admired four different boys and they are all handsome,' I thought trying to figure out something. Kabir, being the first person, has a good personality, a good brain, and is funny too.

, Ava said with concern " So you also did the one-sided love ", Kabir asked. " Yeah ! ", Ava blinked her moist eyes " That means we are in the same boat," Kabir said. " You are ga old man find a woman who can truly love you ", Ava said " Then will you be my girlfriend ? ", Kabir asked Ava goy startled and asked, " me! no ! never ". " Oops I got rejected once again ", Kabir playfully clicked his tongue

Present Time Nezeira listened to the tale of the gods from the old holy scriptures collected by Kabir over the years as he narrated it. She found herself deeply immersed in it as if she was living the tale itself. So deep was she lost in the story that she didn’t even hear Kabir calling her out, “Goofy! Hey, Goofy!!” Nezeira jolted back with the light shake from Kabir at her shoulder. She blinked a few times to adjust back to her senses. She then looked at Kabir who was a little concerned at her unusual behavior and asked,

kabir stopped him by showing his palm. " Kabir ,naam to suna hoga "he said in a bollywood style.( kabir you have heard my name ,a hindi movie dialogue) Sanjana innocently shaked in no "Nahi ,accha toh kabir thandi hawa ka jhoka " ( kabir a wave of cold breeze ,a famous indian movie dialogue) " I think it was sameer " " Is it my bad? ``Kabir replied sheepishly. Darsh pulled sanjana " who the hell is this sameer "