Kabir: Books Novels & Stories

The door opened and Kabir came inside. Asmita clutched her saree tightly in her fist. "spare the poor saree what it has done?" kabir asked with a chuckle Asmita felt embarrassed because he caught her. "don't be afraid of me Asmita I think we have made this much progress isn't it? You can trust me I won't touch your hair without your permission." Kabir said "It's not like that I do trust you but my nervousness is killing me" Asmita said.

Kabir whispered in his ear. "“I will scream." Krishika warned him but Kabir was not at all interested in listening to her. "If you want, we can spend a lot of quality time with each other. And your husband will not even know anything about us." Kabir put forward his disgusting proposal to Krishika which left her stunned. "So tell me, do you accept my proposal?" Kabir was still shamelessly talking dirty to Krishika. Before Krishika could give a befitting reply to Kabir, something happened which Krishika could not understand.

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.

she said mischievously. Then she saw a few more photos of Kabir some of his school days ..some of his graduation day...she saw a pic of him where he was smiling with his graduation degree... It's the first time she saw him smiling "Pakka photographer ne bola hoga smile karne ko !" She said to herself Then she saw his books there were autobiographies , finance related books , few spiritual texts and many other business related books but nothing like fictional stories!!! She mocked herself for thinking Kabir would read fiction!!!

Kabir yelled at his mom while drinking another round of scotch. "Kabir, I am not forcing you to marry anyone. But you can at least meet new people and try to forget everything please" she begged him while he shrugged off. "Hello Kabir, " Mr.Oam Goenka shook his hands with Kabir while he stood all annoyed with the sudden introduction. "Sorry. He is" Niharika replied to rectify her som's behaviour. "I am kabir. Nice to meet you" kabir interrupted as he can't see his mom apologising to anyone and that too for him?

Kabir stood behind looking at her; He could not figure this woman out even when he wanted but again there was no way to understand a woman ever. Kabir stopped the car near the grocery store as Zoya looked at him. “The list?” He asked as Zoya gave him the list of things they needed from the grocery store. Kabir opened the list but it was a long one that reached his feet. “Bhukad kitna khayegi?” He asked in anger. (hungry fellow, how much will you eat) “This is all for you, Boka,” (stupid) Zoya said to him before he bite back a groan. Did he just curse himself right now? Well yeah, looks like he did.

"The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—" "Baby, stop." Kabir grasped my shoulders and made me stand up. "Our book time happens when you finish the book." Biting my lower lip, I nodded. "And your book. Don't get angry." I narrowed my eyes, shrugged his hands off and crossed my arms over my chest. "Where is my book, Kabir Oberoi?" He shifted uncomfortably on his toes, opened his mouth and closed it again. "I will buy new books." "Kabir, what happened to my book?" I gritted out. "It was a hardcover. Where

"Why don't you understand me despite repeated explanations? What is the matter with you? You are misunderstanding my gentle attitude and habit of ignoring. Do you have any sense of my position, personality and character or have you considered me a schoolboy? Messages full of romance, repeated bells, fritters, rain and other nonsense. What is this ?.... And in what joy you were taking my name, the world addresses me as Kabir Dada and Kabir Ali Khan Sahib. You were saying Kabir as if I am your servant. Do you think that you are the only beautiful person in the world and no one has come before me in my life like you. You are the maiden of heaven or the nymph of Qaf mountain. Next time don’t sen

It worked well for him since all correspondence was through emails. Kabir was a shy person and wouldn’t have been able to talk much with strange girls even if he could. He knew sign language, but most people he would have to interact with, didn't. He was a whiz kid with a computer, but with strangers, especially of the opposite sex, he usually acted as doltish as a dodo.

Her thoughts were a tumultuous sea, each wave crashing against the shores of her consciousness, leaving behind fragments of questions and revelations. Kabir's presence had ignited a storm of emotions that she struggled to contain. The realization that her closest confidant, her dearest friend, was now intricately woven into the world of power and darkness that Haider inhabited was a bitter pill to swallow. Her mind replayed their shared memories, the laughter and the unspoken moments of understanding, now tainted by the knowledge of Kabir's true identity.