A man was staring into the mirror adjusting the blazar he wore as a habit he raised his hand to fix his hair but stopped abruptly remembering the memory of a certain girl mimicking him ...a chuckle came onto his face thinking of the happy dance she did ...hmm how can someone be so carefree even when carrying huge burden on their shoulders .He always felt weary when carrying the huge burden of Oberoi business then how come dis girl barely his age does it with a huge smile. He prided himself for understanding wat the other person is like but dis girl is a huge mystery apart from his brother Omkara. A loud laughing sound brought him to reality he went to see wat was happening
As he came out he saw the very person invading his thoughts these days standing in the midst of people clutching the back of her dress with her hands then she just ran from there . He saw rudra shouting" have u no sense it happens with anyone ..." tia was trying to say something to rudra as Om was restraining him . His first instinct was to go after her Om can handle here he thought.
He stood stunned like a statue seeing her crying resting her head on a wall ...he knew she goes through a lot wat with her being an orphan hearing dat word even in his head made his knuckles tighter. As he approached her he felt his heart tear at the sight of her tears...she was still clutching the back of her dress without his knowing his hands held her
" kya hua " his voice so gentle surprised even himself she looked up her eyes wide seeing him she turned her face to wipe her tears with one hand ...he inwardly chuckled dat was soo shivaay style he hated to show his tears to anyone and here she was doing the same
" are u here to mock me more ...do it tomorrow its enough for today "
" why r u crying and why clutching dat dress of urs " she glared her eyes menacingly
" why do u care its me who's humiliated na ur gf and her friends are down go there dress phatna tho ameer logonko kya pata hoga " so dis had something to do with his gf and her friends
" come with me " as he saw her glaring he opened his jacket buttons and gave it to her as he saw her looking boggled he draped it over her and took her hand...he took her to his sister's room made her sit on the bed went to the closet and gave her a dress which reached his hand first...
" washroom is there go change and door andhar se lock kardena " he left once again his voice and words surprising himself
In the kitchen rudra was swearing words Om was shaking his head trying to stop him...
" Uski tho mein chodunga nay looser kahi ki ...bhaiyya Didi kahan hein arrey wahi anika" shivaay had a questioning look at how rudra called her Didi ...
" Uhhh mmm ya she's fine she's just ..."
" Didi " rudra yelled making him turn around. There she was standing at the door like an angel dressed in a white top her face looking fresh although eyes were red she was nervously smiling at rudra. As he felt his gaze deepen he could see the dress was lightly transparent he turned his eyes and closed them feeling his heart rate speed up
As he moved to go away he saw three set of eyes eyeing him ...he moved out not trusting his voice or eyes which were showing so much of how he felt
Dis is dedicated to iqra ...love u Sweet heart only cause of u am writing dis varna I would be writing ruddy boy dialogues...I don't know if u like anshi but dis is wat I can come up with ...there's a part two... revenge of Rudra Singh Oberoi ...le jappi
Jessi