Part 4-13/1/15 KRIYAMSHAREY SS:'Kuch bhi hojaye, Am always there - Page 12

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Diyuuu
just finished reading the three chapters
its amazing and awesome 👏
In the first chappy kriyam dance
and kriyam convo
made me 😭
it was just too perfect
oh i love the diva-cum-caring sis Sharon
that sharey coffee scene was so cute 😳
Kriya's plan
omg 😲
but but but
whats the dark secret
waiting to be unfold
its scary
Diyuuu
i know u hv ur prbs
if possible updt soon
didu loves u angel

SHAREY + KRIYAM SHORT STORY









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Okay, heres the story!
Apologies if THE MEET wasnt special!

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*KRIYA's P.O.V*

Ding, Ding! An annoying alarm rang, passing loud shrills of urgency, disturbing my everlasting- fairytale of dreams.

"UNIVERSE JI!!! Next time, Keep this alarm with u! It will definitely wake u up at THE proper time. Oops, I am sorry! I guess u were sleeping. (Seriously, when did Gods start sleeping so early. Its just 10 pm!Mr. Brain, another assignment to the research department- 'When do Gods sleep?') But please do shut this damn thing up!" I grumbled, speaking as politely as I could with my dear Universe ji.

"School...College..Exams..Studies.. Perfecto, now I should even include alarms in my 'Dont-Allow-To-Sleep-List'" I murmured,dreaming of marrying my sleep once.

Well, I know I aint that girly but there was no way, I would want dark circles! Puhlease lady, you gotta be joking.

"Urgh, I am afraid I CANNOT OBEY U Mister! Stop singing like a frog, its giving me nightmares" I shout, throwing away the noisy alarm, least bothered as it crashed into a wall.

My palms brushed against a soft velvet cushion, my head rested peacefully by its edge, a pair of light brown orbs drifted towards a pool of darkness, the world of imagination.

-AT 11 PM-

"Why dont alarms ever work properly? Thanks for spoiling my entire schedule idiots! Have u ever known, you guys are of pure 0% use."I thought, cursing that damn wake up thing.

Yep, it was completely oh-so-perfect. Did I have to wake up only an hour before bhai's birthday? Puhlease, I call that totally unfair. I cannot even believe am wasting precious time glaring at that dumb alarm as it sat on its throne, its legs resting on my side tables. Honestly, a dustbin would be far more luxurious for it, a place its well deserved to be in.

"Umm, apologies for my wicked language but am pretty much in a bad mood now! Okay, stop! Enough blah-blah-blah, get in the car and for Universeji's sake, dont u dare FORGET the car keys. I guess I dont need to mention your WALLET!" I noted mentally, rushing to grab my belongings.

Doing this, Doing that, I ran to our black lamborghini, magnificently dazzling in the silver moonlight. I started the car hastily, steering it across the lonely streets, wondering which bakeries or cake shops will be open at this time. Yes! There was no traffic but to my amazing fortune, neither were any of the bakeries open nor were any cakes left.

"What a deal! Buy one, get one free = no traffic, no cakes FREE,FREE,FREE." I muttered, clutching the accelator, increasing the speed, browsing every bakery, every shop that were left open.

"Pleash, Pleash Universe Ji. I need a cake for bhai." I looked up, a craving puppy face offered to them.

Phew, Universe ji atleast DID fulfill my first wish. Viola, the finale is here! With tremendous luck, I found ONE open bakery with only one cake left.

The car's door was shut with a deafening bang as I flew to that awaiting entrance door, heaving a sigh of relief. No doubt, the cake was pleasing to the eye, baked with sweet love to all chocoholic's delight. Winding ribbons of dark chocolate coated a simple, milky cake, its base carved with huge chunks of crispy waffers, swirls of flavoured vanilla dripped on its top,its centre flourished with hot, molten running chocolate mousse, light red cherries giving it a final touch. What a name would suit such a pleasured beauty- '''The CHOCO DELIGHT'''

My glossy lips urged for a bite, a deep sensation growled beneath me, I wished for a try.

"How much is that cake for bhaiya ji?" I asked, fluently mesmerized by its sight.

"Sweetheart, you dont need to pay when I am here. Whats the cost bhaiya ji?"

Suddenly, a known voice brought me back to reality, a recognized tone heard lovingly, I carefully looked behind my back, suspicion cleansing my smiling face. There he was... what was he doing here... bhai...

"Great! Faith is definitely not supporting me today. Now- back to business, what explaination do I plot? Any ideas guys!" I shuddered, viewing my surprise crumple right in front of me.


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*REY'S P.O.V*

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..." I counted slowly, using one of the best methods for falling asleep. Guess, only God knows whether my clever di invented this wonderful technique but am sure, its DEFINITELY in her top list and for me- Did you have to ask? Of Course, no arguments, its surely in my top list for HORRIBLE ideas! The second hand kept blinking, the hour hand stood rooted to its spot, the alarming gong maintained silence, loitering around until the arrival of a next day, the time when it would report everyone about a new beginning...

Hmmph! How long would it take?? This was the only question not permitting my mind a minute of rest. A glint of happiness shone from my excited black orbs as the clock announced, it was 11 pm.

"Yes!!!!" I shouted, dancing crazily, dumping that lengthy wait into a junk yard.

P.S. Yes-Yes-Yes! I am crazy! Everybody with me now: Lets go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun and never, never, stop for anyONE! Tonight lets get some, and live while we're young!!

"Rey!! Stop!! You aint behaving like THE Reyaansh Singhania. Better talk about, a mad man who definitely is in need of an admission to a mental assylum." I scolded myself, teaching a few manners umm, perfections. Hey, doNOT blame me! Its not my fault, my sister is a perfectionist right here!

Chuckling, I slipped on a black t-shirt, grasping my belongings left nearby and head towards the front door.

"No sound from you mister, your sister has such a good hearing, much better than a owl too. Geez, what did you to deserve her huh?" I reminded myself, tip toeing to the exit. Yet, there she was, standing in front of me, forming a strong barrier between me and my precious freedom.

"REYAANSH SINGHANIA! What the hell are you doing here and NOW?" She snarled, her attentive hazel orbs focused on me.

"You see, I wasnt sleepy so thought of going for a short drive." I spit out a random escuse, hoping she would buy it.

"Oh really?" she questioned, her neatly trimmed eyebrows rising up.

"Yep." I nodded, trying my best to put on an innocent face.

"Sure, Sure Rey! But I didnt know you started going out without wearing any jeans or trousers. Is it a new fashion or style huh?" She spoke, sarcasm skilfully poured out.

"Whaaattt?!" I asked, my mouth enlargening into a wide 'O', amazement flooding onto my face as I glanced at my naked legs.

"Wear some trousers or jeans you jerk! Ooops, dont tell me you have outgrown them or dont you own any? Coolios, shopping mall scheduled tomorrow!" She teased, exploding into huge piles of laughter.

"Oh come on! You just want another escuse to go shopping right di?" I answered, about not realizing I wasnt properly dressed.

"Why not honey! But this scene is even more hilarious." She said, a wide grin playing on her pink lips, a pair of jeans held by her.

"Not fair di!" I spoke, snatching my jeans from her and hurriedly wearing them, bashfully covering my athletic legs.

"Sorry Rey! Hot chocolate?" she asks, mentioning my favourite drink.

"Yum! I want it! I'll have it once I return." I agree, licking my hungry lips.

"Oh Puhlease, there's a microwave in this house so, you better heat it on your own. I aint spoon feeding you lazy head." she demanded, a diva phase overtaking her.

"Yes maam!" I saluted

"Good, now get out!" She said, engulfing me into a small hug before walking towards our modern kitchen.

"Phew, that was easy," I murmured, using brisk steps to get away from my rich,comfortable mansion.

"Brr.." the smoking silver ferrari came into life, throwing clouds of steam into the cold, night sky. I drove quickly, avoiding late running vehicles, applying every short cut that lay on the way, reaching the address in no time. I ignored the cool breeze as it messed up my carefully set hair, pressurizing my feet instead, I dashed into an open bakery. My hawk-like sight caught the last cake, thoroughly enjoying a pleasant- mesmerizing heaven. A cake was available, it was only 11:20, half an hour left for di's birthday.

"I DID IT!" I say, doing a victory dance.

I jogged to the cashier, who stood busy, addressing another pretty girl ranging in her 20's. She pointed towards that cake, unknowingly starting a cruel war for my prized possession. I rushed to object, my walk determining hot rage, a dazzling-fearless smile dealt with the word,'conquer'. That cake was mine! Wait a minute, didnt I know that girl? Her long, brown hair silkily residing on her slender shoulders, her thin but graceful body frame, her simply balanced clothes, her tiny voice rising for a proper bargain.

"She.. that girl.. she.. is.. Kriya Shekhawat.." I stammered in exasperation, her image mirrored in my gruelsome orbs.

I wasnt afraid! I wouldnt care! She doesnt deserve mercy! Rey, you can do it...

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*SWAYAM'S P.O.V*

Psychology = Sneaking = Stalker = Me! Anyone ever stalked your little- immature sister? Drove madly in circles as she looked in the bakeries? Duh, I do know, stalking isnt good but hey, she's my baccha and I am A hell possessive towards her! Oh and accept it, wouldnt you do the same with your sister IF SHE STEPS OUT OF THE DAMN MANSION AT 11 PM!? I know you would!

Eventually, I faced her, storing my laugher in the depths of my throat, investigating or should I use a better word- easily enveloping her into sheer bewilderness.

"Why bother to pay when I'm there baccha? Anyways, your credit card bills are paid by the ME only." I tease, saving the poor shopkeeper from the never ending bargain.

She froze to the exact spot, startled, perhaps putting her best foot forward to make some realistic escuse.

"Stop! What in the world will you say if she asks you how did you end up here? God, Swayam beta THINK!" my alert mind emailed me this crap situation.

I say nothing, she's still thinking, we both work so hard to invent one steady escuse.

"I came here because my friend called me!" WE shout in unison, similar words erupting from our mouths.

"CAUGHT!" I curse mentally, bet, she realized I DID stalk her.

"Ahem, bhaiya ji, behen ji, there no one here. Shop empty. Please hurry, now the shop closes." the shopkeeper clears his throat, looking around, wondering whether his customers had understood his broken english afterall?

"DOUBLE CAUGHT!" I think, shifting my feet nervously, not even daring to look at her.

"My friends will be here in sometime bhai!" she shoves another lie on my face.

"Oh really Kiru! The bakery is going to shut down in like, a few minutes and NONE of your friends even come here. The last time I checked, they are strict dieters. Lying? Sweetheart, bad try!" I say, evilly smirking, showing my spotless white colgate teeth.

"Oh shut up bhai! Didnt you stalk me too?" She answers, exchanging an I-KNOW-EVERYTHING look.

"Urgh fine!" I utter

"Bhaiya, may I buy that cake? I wont mind paying you double the price but I need that cake urgently." A man appears on my left, a set of emotionless orbs glancing at me.

I knew what he thought. Revenge, Betrayal, What not! THE Reyaansh SInghania... my girlfriend's younger brother... my best friend... my father's partner's... my father's right hand's son.. His father was dead, murdered by someone, a terrifying accident covering up the truth.

**FLASHBACK**

"Uncle, get away from there please!" I begged a determined 50-year old man.

"Hahaha! No Swayam baba, I'll always protect you. Do what he says, follow his orders." he answers, shaking his head.

My hands shakily trembled, feeling a dangerous weapon firmly wrapped in my gentle palms: a slender machine gun.

"It's a do or die kid. Kill this old fool and save yourself and your dad instead." A criminal threatened, leaving me without any choice.

"Baba do it!" my selfless uncle persuaded, commanding me to pull the trigger.

"Kid, hurry!" that bl**dy criminal demanded.

No, Yes, Do it, DONT! What do I do? The end was here, my selfish orbs dosed off, refusing to meet my old uncle's, a 3 inch bullet dissolved into a loved ones heart, a yell of agony and he was gone, gone... My hands were dirty, no longer was I pure, I.. had killed someone...

**FLASHBACK ENDS**

"Es-ca-use me! We ordered that cake first and its ours now!" defended Kriya, stealing that prize.

"Girl, you better stick to your own business, I am talking to the shopkeeper not you! Bhaiya, here's 1000 ruppees. Please pack that cake." Rey handed cash calmly, rolling the dice, taking the game to a new level.

"Bhaiya my foot! Universe ji, are you sure hes not from a mental assylum? Who gives 1000 DOLLARS? Its a cake not a BMW for heaven's sake." Kriya argued, flipping the tables in a flash.

"Never mind! Bhaiya, that money is much more than 1000 ruppees. Hurry and pack the cake!" Rey ordered, ignoring my little sister's tactics.

"Umm here sirji." the shopkeeper obeyed, afraid of the happenings.

"Thanks!" Rey smiled, his mission accomplished.

"That IS mine dammit!" Kriya shouted, obviously, reaching the heights of noise pollution.

"Nope." Rey says, a full stop placed.

"Did I think she gave up? No way, better think again!" I thought, unbelievably.

I guess, I was right. A second and the cake vanished from Rey's hands.

"Bhai, you're supposed to support me not just stand there or blankly stare." Kriya exclaimed, a frown dressed on her luscious lips.

"You have 2 options! Run and get screwed when you're home or help your crazy sister." I recalled, choosing the correct choice.

"THAT'S IT! QUIT IT DOGS!" I yell, my tone screeching higher than their combined commotion, a tremendous effort applied.

"None of your business. Stay away from this fight!" came their answers.

How wonderful! I waited soundlessly and guess what! Okay, no need to ask what? The cake is now even more magnificent, surely when it is in its dusty ashy crumbs state now. Messy morsels furnished the clean marble, frosting garnishing their coloured bodies, those light cherries sliding from their creamy cheeks.

"Congratulations you dolts!" I say,laughing like a mad maniac.

"It IS not my fault!" echo their disagreeing appeals.

"Actually.. Bhai, Happy Birthday!!" sings Kriya suddenly.

"Thank you baccha! Oh and by the way, I really loved my present."I spoke kindly, pointing at those scattered fragments.

"I know, I know my dear bhai." replied Kriya, quickly grabbing those leftovers, smashing, rubbing them on my charming face.

"A little rub, A little twist." ensured Kriya, pulling back after plastering me with make up.

"Madam, dont you think even CLOWNS look much much much better than me? Plus BREAKING NEWS, I am Swayam Shekhawat- The Buisness Tycoon NOT a Circus CLOWN genius!Look at me, what the hell have you done to my face!?" I cirbbed, caressing my forehead, wincing by such a horrible tragedy.

Thanks to Kiru, something amazing happened. I had always prayed day and night for this moment, to hear Rey's laughter after uncle's death. Rey was on the floor, squirming and wiggling like a slimy eel, giving out snorts like a pink pig. Boy, was I bubbling with joy! It has been 500 no, lets admit it, how much ever time it takes to form a young or old fold mountain (100 thousand years) ever since, Rey had even smiled.

P.S. The above texts DO contain sarcasm. Dont stop, continue reading. There ARE also areas where the words or sentences are used as hyperboles or terms of exaggeration. Na, donot look at me like that. Me is only warning you before hand, dont kill me later on.

"Laughing is banned by law jerks!" Kriya commanded, maintaining a stern face.

"Shhh!" Rey and I murmured, locking our blabbering mouths with a precious key.

"Great! Now Rey, I guess its someone's birthday in your house that you urgently needed this cake. For me, my bhai's birthday is amazingly celebrated this time. Umm.. but for that special person, dont you want to wish him/ her?" Kriya questioned, being her own innocent, angelic self.

"Damn! A minute please." calls Rey, dialling a number on his cell.

"Happy Birthday baby, happy birthday Sharon Singhania." I wish, gaining a costless quizzical look from Kriya.

She didnt know anything about our relations. Had I ever told her about this, nope... She wouldnt want to know about the past, specially, about the most unforgivable crime committed by her own brother.

"Dont you want to wish her personally Swayam." invited Rey

"I dont think so..." I blurt out.

"It wasnt a question. Di has been waiting for ages. Please." said Rey, nearly begging me.

No.. No.. I am not ready for this, Not at ALL! I do love Shar, I have always loved my siren and still do but after so many years, there was no way, I had the courage to chat with her. I had no guts to start a casual conversation with her. I didnt have any strength...

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*SHARON'S P.O.V*

Ting tong, chimed the doorbell.

"Who the hell is it now? Its freaking 11:58 pm! That guy is gonna get one from me, IDIOT!" I snarled, confused.

I wore my lacy purple dressing gown, dragging my tired feet to the front door. Checking the peep hole, making sure there wasnt any stranger around, I opened the door.
Yep babe, have I ever been wrong? This person was an idiot!

"Happy birthday diduuu!" Rey wished me, brushing his lips lightly against my blushing cheeks, hiding a particular scene from me.

"Happy birthday siren.." wished a miserable voice, words hesitated as if the person had learned english only some days ago.

Immediately I identified that voice, I didnt need to be told twice. My old face brightened, aging to my young times, fake glee replaced by a truthful one. He was the Swayam Shekhawat, the man I love, the man of his words, the man who is my entire life.

"Thanks. Happy Birthday to you too Swayu." I wished him back, biting my tongue hard as I greeted him by an affectionate name.

"CAKE!?" I ask, waving towards my cute brother, searching each hook and crook for my favourite dish.

"Umm.. Sorry di.." apologized Rey, his face potraying an adorable baby face, narrating the history of my so-called- birthday cake INCLUDING its memorable funeral.

The sound hushed, foggy trails left unseen, a clear vision could be made out. They were dressed formally in CAKE, my delicacy, my sweetheart!

"Are you 20??? Have you even looked in the damn mirror? You look like rogues, beggars, you guys need a BATH badly!" I lecture, dissapointed, eyeing those lavish pieces in dislike.

"Please calm down. We can make a cake too. Oh and a Very happy birthday to you." Kriya steps forward, hopefully giving a suitable idea.

Kriya... My baby... God, I had missed her so much. The last time I had seen her was when she was 5. Does she even remember me? Does she even recognize me?

"Good idea sweety! Great, on my birthday I do all the work. Fine, I'll bake a cake and you guys! In the washroom, in the shower NOW!" I order harshly.

"Shar, you're cake is still here but the only difference is its on us." joked Swayam, licking his ravishing lips.

Geez, those lips.. Snap out of it Shar. He left you god dammit! You deserve someone who actually does care about you, who wouldnt ever hurt you not a man who uses you for his own greed. He is a cheepstake! No matter, how much I consoled myself, my fluttery heart belonged to him, my thin posture longed to be enclosed into his protective arms. I wanted him! Truth detector machine ON! Meeting him without any warning was no happiness, a crave to discover about his new love life bothered me.

"SHARON!" he screamed, clicking his fingers, bringing me back to attention.

"Rey? Kriya?" I ask, feeling insecure alone, rejecting all romantic thoughts.

"Bath.. Should we start making the cake?" he replies, his shimmering brown orbs surrounded by worry.

"Have you ever made one?" I start a rapid fire, folding my arms, balancing the weight of my body on a leg.

"Screw it!" he whispers, throwing his comforting arms around me.

My heart stopped beating, my mind lay uncontrollable, I lost myself in him...

"Happy Birthday baby..." he mumbled...

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Well, so that was it!
I know it was a passionate swaron and fighting kriyaansh!
So, from now on, all the p.o.vs will be expressed mostly.
New chapters, different shades of their life will be known to all.
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o god its best birthday party i have ever seen👏👏

what the hell was that..

u write ur updates like professional...

nd hua kya ye sare mile kaisa rey to barbad karna chata tha nd swayam nd sharon couple the how come...

nd lastly.. sharon kriya ko janti ha kaisa inki ages kya ha...


plzzz ye sab kya chaling confuse ho rha hu...

update soon...

awesome update my dramaqueen awww kria n rey both r just so stubborn that cack fight i mean seriously awww my swaron's b'day on same day they were in a relationship swayam's fb was so emotional bt still there is something fishy how rey got kriyam at his house ??? there is something going in his mind i know hope swaron will behave maturally n talk abt this thing n solve d problems i also have some hope this reunion will change there equation