Strange Aroma in the Elevator

Best Friends for Ever

Kabir woke up feeling a splitting headache, he groaned in pain sitting up, he looked around himself and sound the familiar interior of his office at the hospital, he sat up straight and looked around him, he smiled slightly when he saw Miara asleep leaning on the sofa he was sleeping a few minutes ago.

He tried being quiet trying not to wake her up, but she felt the movement around her and woke up, she had cute bed hair and she opened her eyes rubbing the sleep off of them.

"You sleep like a corpse, you know that right?" Was the first thing that left her mouth.

Kabir chuckled at her bluntness, he liked how upfront she was with everything.

"How long was I out?" He asked taking his white coat off and grabbing his denim jacket.

Miara looked at her wristwatch "Five hours, let's go, you own my food, I'm starving," she said standing up, she walked into the attached bathroom in his office like she owned the place.

Kabir shook his head in wonder as to how they became friends in the first place, Kabir was well maintained and always followed the rules, but not Miara, no, she was blunt, bold, and never liked rules. Maybe the quote 'opposite attracts ' applied in friendship as well.

"Oh, and call Raj he was going crazy when he saw you earlier," she peeked her head out the door and smiled cheekily.

He grunted embarrassed, he couldn't believe he let his crush see him having a panic attack. He pulled out his phone and spoke to the very handsome colleague, they spoke for a couple of minutes, they hung up the moment Miara walked out of the bathroom.

After they were happy with their appearance both of them left his office and walked out of the hospital, Miara knew he wasn't ready to face anyone yet, she dragged him to their favorite restaurant and order a jumbo meal that would help ease their minds.

Kabir's phone vibrated with an incoming call, he looked at the caller and looked back at Miara, he put it away trying to be discrete but she saw him.

"Who is it? Could be the hospital," she said enjoying her fried chicken, he didn't reply to her, she raised her eyes from the delicious piece of meat to her best friend "Aren't you gonna answer it?"

He sighed "It's my Dad," she stopped eating but smiled forcefully at him

"You still in touch with him?" She picked her chicken and scarfed it down.

"Well he did pay for my education, let me go to London to complete my masters in medicine, I think calling him once in a while is ok," he didn't meet her eyes and continue to eat.

She nodded her head not answering or talking about it.

"You should call your father too, " he tried to convince her but she waved him off.

"Try this, it's tender and very juicy," she placed a piece of chicken on his plate. He caught her hand and made her look at him. His face turned all serious

"You should talk about it Miara, talking makes it easy to move on," he explained but she pulled her hand out of his.

"Don't try to psychoanalysis me, " she said pointing her finger at his face, "You had one elective course of human psychology, and studied it for six months, that's it and nothing else, so stop it," she waves him off. He sighed knowing this conversation was going nowhere and gave up, she was too hard-headed and he knew that better than anyone.

They finished their dinner and went their way, Maira drove to her apartment building and parked her car in her spot in the basement. She was about to pass by the lobby but stop to grunt in bitterness when she was the person who was waiting for her.

She attempted to move faster before he saw her but he saw her. "Miara, wait," she speeds towards the elevator and got in, she furiously pressed the closed-door button but he got in faster than the stupid old machine.

"Maira, please listen to what I have to say, stop shutting me off, we are a family for god's sake," he rambled fiercely, the last sentence pissed her off.

"Family? Since when? Just because my father f****d your w***e of a mother doesn't mean we are related," she screamed at him.

He was startled by her words, but she was always like this so it didn't surprise him "Look, I know you hate me and want nothing to do with me but just listen, our father is not doing well, please visit him, he keeps asking about you," he begged her while following her to her apartment.

She turned around pissed at him, "Stop calling him father, he is not your Father. how many more DNA test reports do you need to get this into your thick skull that he is not your father and we are not related, leave me the hell alone," she burst out at him losing her cool.

He sighed exhausted "I don't need to have the same blood as you to call you my sister, I have wholeheartedly accepted you and your family as mine, we are a family, God damn it, let's act like one," he yelled back.

She laughed at him humorously clapping her hands sarcastically "So, you think we are a family, why because my loser of a father f****d your mother while he was married to another, I don't think that defines us as a family, you are not even his blood for Goodness sake," she wiped they fake tear off her face.

"I'm not a Singh, anymore, I'm an Ahuja, get that drilled into your brain before I do it for you," she warned him.

She walked closer to him and stood right in his face "Drop the good son act, we both know you want nothing but money from this broken-down family, well, you can have it I don't need or want his blood money," she snarled at him, she turned to her apartment door and was about to get in but he stopped her.

"He is sick, Miara, he hasn't got much time left, please visit him before it's too late," he mumbled in a very emotional tone.

She turned to face him again and leaned on her door, "Don't worry he won't die yet, but if he did you can have his shares, companies, and all his inheritance," she watched him closely and saw his eyes shine with greed at the mention of her family wealth.

She smirked at him "It won't be there for much longer anyway, I'm going to make sure every last penny of his blood money is ripped away from him, he has to live to see the day where he will have nothing and no one with him, so, don't you worry, he won't die just yet, he can die the day I'm done with him, then you can pick the pieces of your long term dreams being crushed into triviality," she whispered it in his ear chillingly like a deep dark secret and walk away into her apartment banging the door shut

She rolled her eyes at the tool, she hated him as much as she hated her father. He was being all brotherly with her only because the old man was on the verge of his death and he wanted all the money.

Mihir Singh is Miara's stepbrother, he was born before her, he was a year older, her father had an affair with his PA when her mother was pregnant with her.

She found out about the affair and the secret child. And when she gave birth to a girl, her father Veerendra Pratap Singh didn't want a girl as his firstborn so he agreed to marry the slut and make her son his lawful heir, Miara's mother lost her life a few years later not being able to handle the betrayal from someone she considered her soulmate.

That seriously f****d with Miara's brain and the death of her best friend in the most brutal way didn't help her at all. Honestly, it made her mental health worst but luckily she had Kabir to drag her out of her pathetic life and spare some happiness. The only time she felt like herself was when she was with him.

She shook her head at all the memories that crashed in her head and stood below the showerhead, ice-cold water poured out of it, chilling her to the bones with her clothes on. The icy temperature of the water helped her mind cool off and made her dizzy enough to go sleep it off. She changed into a fresh pair of clothing and laid on her bed. She closed her eyes, she might have fainted or slept off no one can tell but she welcomed the darkness with open arms and let it engulf her in its cold and dark embrace.