Sitara's POV

"Tara, what's wrong?"

I threw my bag and phone on the sofa in frustration as Myra closed the main door. I jumped on the cushions.

"Just leave me alone for a while," I mumbled, making myself comfortable on the sofa.

This was not the first argument I had with a model. But the other models just used to suggest a thing and then shut their mouth and did as I say. No one dared to show me their attitude.

How could Kabir do that?

"Yeah, as if I'm going to listen." Myra said, sitting next to me and opened a water bottle lying next to me. "Tell me. What happened back there in the trial room?"

I kept my head buried in the pillows. I didn't want to talk about it. She wouldn't understand what I was feeling right now. She would say something like, 'you were acting like a child' or 'you should have listened to Kabir's suggestion.'

"Tara, come on. Tell me." she insisted, shaking my shoulders as I tried to remove her hands from my body.

But I was lying on my stomach, I didn't have much space to fight back when she started shaking me more.

"Myra!" I groaned, accidentally kicking off my heels which landed on the coffee table.

"Just stop with that groans. I'd enough of them with your hook-up buddy." she said, surrendering in the end. As she stopped shaking me, I suddenly got an idea.

A brilliant idea.

"You know what," I said. Quickly, I made a pillow heap and sat on that. I pulled out my phone and searched for a number. "I'm gonna forget about that handsome attitude-y idiot for some time."

Her confused face was ridiculous with the mouth full of water and big eyes. She raised her eyebrows, asking me to explain what the hell I said. But I ignored her and hit the call button once I found the number.

"Hey, Sitara here." I greeted excitedly.

"Sitara? As in Sitara Roy?" the deep voice said from the other side.

I got confused for a second. If this was Sitara Roy's number, then obviously Sitara Roy must be speaking.

"Yeah, is that a problem?" I asked sarcastically.

"Oh, my god! I'm such a big fan of your designs and yours of course! I can't believe you actually called me!" he said. Enthusiasm and happiness could be heard in his voice.

I was getting even more confused and annoyed at him now. Why was he talking as if we didn't know each other? And to fuel my frustration more, Myra was continuously distracting me by poking my arm.

"Rohan, are you fine? Why are you talking like this?" I asked.

"Shit, you know my name!"

I sighed heavily, done with everything and everyone in my life. Why was he acting like this? But then his next question made me realize how I fucked up.

"Kristara must have told you, right?"

Shit! Now I remembered. I facepalmed and hit my head on Myra's shoulder, cursing myself in my head.

How could I be this stupid?

"Yeah, she did." I said awkwardly. "Just a minute, Kristara wants to talk to you."

I covered the with my hands and whispered to Myra. "Couldn't you remind me that he doesn't know me!"

She dramatically gritted her teeth and whispered back mimicking me. "Couldn't you tell me that you're calling him?"

I groaned. Irritated already. I cleared my throat and softly said on the phone, to make a different voice. "Hey, Rohan. Kristara here."

Myra started giggling uncontrollably, distracting me again. I covered her mouth with my free hand.

"Oh, hey. How have you been?" he asked, sounding desperate to talk.

*Ding Dong*

The doorbell ranged but without giving it much attention, I focused on the call. Myra also didn't bother, thinking it must be Kavita, our maid. She will anyway open the door with the spare key.

Myra controlled her giggles and tried to remove my hand.

"I'm good, just sibling drama." I said just for sake of sounding normal.

Myra bit my finger to make her mouth free. I winced and removed my hand, shaking it to ease the pain. This girl was unbelievable!

She stayed quiet after that, chuckling in between.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something." I said, getting ready to ask to meet a stranger guy more than once.

*Ding Dong*

It rang again. I cursed at the person standing as now I knew it wasn't Kavita. I gestured Myra to open the door while I was busy figuring out where should I ask him to meet me.

For me, it was the best and sensible idea I'd come up with. I wanted to forget about Kabir for a while.

Myra went to open the door before sticking out her tongue.

"I was wondering if-" my sentence stopped as my eyes fell on the person walking in our house. Kabir.

I forgot what I was doing.

"You were wondering...?" Rohan asked. But I was too busy trying to process Kabir's surprise visit.

He came near me, his hands in his pocket. "I need to talk to you." Kabir said. His voice low and guilty. He looked between me and the phone.

I cleared my throat, staring at him. "Never mind. I'll call you later." I told Rohan and hung up.

Myra was standing behind him, grinning like an idiot at the awkward situation I and Kabir are in. I waited for him to speak.

"Do you have anything planned for today?" he asked. His eyes avoiding mine.

I thought for a while and recalled my schedule for today. "No." I answered. I was still sitting on the sofa, on the heap of pillows. Kabir standing right in front of me.

He tilted his head towards Myra. She quickly walked inside, leaving us together and alone.

I got up from my comfortable sitting position. He sighed, before saying something I didn't expect to come out from his mouth.

"Will you go on a date with me right now?"

I froze in my place. My mouth was wide open. Did I hear that right? Kabir fucking Sinha is asking me on a date?! That too, in this circumstance?

He finally shifted his eyes to me, waiting for my answer. I cleared my throat once again before saying the obvious.

"Yes, of course."

Even if tried, my voice sounded so much enthusiastic. I had no idea why my mouth isn't cooperating with my brain which is telling me to yell at him again.

His tensed expressions changed into a relief. A beautiful smile spreads on his lips and so does mine. What the hell is happening to me?

He nodded and turned around. "Shall we?" he asked, walking towards the door.

"Yeah, I'll tell Myra and come." I said.

Myra excitedly ran outside her room as soon as Kabir left and jumped on me, squealing in happiness. "The Kabir Sinha wants to take you on a date!"

I blushed and hugged Myra back.