Sitara's POV

The anger and irritation I had felt few hours ago was gone as the warm breeze caressed me, cooling down my temper. The soothing sound of sea waves, the setting sun added a beautiful view in front of me.

I felt someone's eyes on me even if mine were closed. "Don't stare at me." I said, knowing well whose eyes were those.

"I'm not staring." Kabir said quickly, shifting in his place.

We were on a seashore. Initially Kabir hesitated for a while to sit on the sand and mess up his expensive clothes but after my request, he did.

The beach wasn't crowded, only a few couples like us, sitting or walking on a distance.

My eyes abruptly opened, realizing that I just referred to Kabir and me as a couple.

Shaking my head, I looked at Kabir. He was deep in his thoughts, his eyes watching the horizon.

I didn't disturb him. Instead, I carefully studied his profile features. Perfect and sharp jawline and straight nose adding more beauty to his flawless skin and plump lips. Just like mine, his palms rested on the sand, giving him the support to lean as well as sit comfortably.

I knew he was breathtaking gorgeous man but I never admired his beauty the way it should've been.

I was busy gawking at him when his head slowly turns toward me. His expressions were calm yet so content.

"Can I tell you something?"

His voice was soft and low, mending perfectly with the waves. I nodded.  He looked straight again.

"You're the first girl who didn't show fake interest and rejected the idea of coming here."

I didn't know why, but I felt what he was trying to convey. How he was intensely trying to explain something. And it would be a lie if I said, I didn't feel jealous of the girls he asked before. Of course, I did. But I knew, there must have been many women in his life before. I couldn't deny that.

"Well," A little happy tone in my voice made him raise his eyebrows. "I like being first." I said to lighten the mood. It did.

He smiled. Soon as the moment passed, his face became tensed again. It was visible how hard he was trying to say something more.

"I'm sorry, Sitara," he said. "I lost my mind when you started talking about the rights you have and I'll have to listen to you-" his voice broke. He looked down, sighing deeply.

Suddenly, I felt I'm the worst person on this earth to do that to him, to break him like this. I started hating myself for saying such horrible words to him.

The way he was trying to shake off something from his mind, I wanted to know what it was. I wanted to know what was bothering him, what was he trying to forget yet it came back like it did.

I had no guts to face him after saying such filthy words. I was supposed to apologize for my behavior not him.

"Kabir..." I spoke, finding the words. "It's was my fault. It was me who started all of this in the first place. I should have listened to you first rather than picking up a nonsense fight."

His smile said everything. It told me that he has forgiven me even before I said the words but still I wanted to hear them from him.

"Hey," he came near me, cupping my face as my eyes start to fill with guilt. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you, I can never be."

I lifted my lowered head towards his eyes. He quickly removed his hands from my face and started looking here and there to show that nothing happened.

Yet, a smile formed on my lips. He noticed it and smiled as well. For the next few minutes, we both laughed at our stupid reason to fight.

Sure, I was mad at him for telling me what should be done in the job in which I'm pretty good at. But now, when I think about his suggestion, it sounded good to me. He was right about the appealing aspect. I'm even going to discuss it with my team.

After we were done laughing, we awkwardly stared at each other even if we were on good terms now. He stole a glance at me, figuring out his next words.

I put a strand of my hair behind my ear, waiting for him.

"Are we supposed to hug now?"

The way he asked this, so innocently, I wanted to just jump on him and hug the hell out of him. But controlled myself and wrapped my arms around his neck.

As we were sitting, it was quite difficult to have a heartful hug but yet we managed it. His hands came around me, one on my nape and the other around my waist.

It was almost dark. But we didn't care about it. We were lost in our own world as we stayed in each other's arms for a while.

The start of the day was the worst. But now I don't hate it. 'Cause if that didn't happen, we wouldn't be here, on the beach, sitting this close and in each other's hug.