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I am loud person and before two years I met my best friend in class 11 when I joined High School. She was a total opposite to me, the quiet type yet we bonded so well in one day that whoever saw us they felt we know each other from forever. This kind of bonding is got luckily today when I was writing on Anikara bond I was actually remembering us. Now we are miles apart she is in Delhi and me in Guwahati(Assam). I loved her so much and still so that being miles apart we are always together. Everyday it is must for us to chat the day happenings. So today through Anikara I just celebrated my friendship wid my best frn Arti...May be this is true FRIENDSHIP😉

Friendship...a word that cannot be defined yet when we met strangers, they become someone deep tied with us. A relation without a name but has thousands of meaning hidden within it rather millions of promises which were guaranteed by us the moment we call each other friends.

Omkara and I are like two faces of the same coin. The difference between us is that he is the quiet type and I am the loud one. Our love for listening songs is quite same as our song choices. Now talking with him I really felt like he is my lost brother as if Mele me bichre hue bhai behen' , but I really don't remember having any brother. How I wish Omie turns out to be my lost sister. Wait!!! What am I wishing for? Omie is not like Michael Jackson who would change her *ahem* can't think more.

"Ani"

My train of thoughts come and stopped at a halt. I looked at him with guilt in my eyes. He doesn't know that I am feeling guilty on my own thoughts yet the traces of guilt cannot be hidden because of my magnificent doe shaped eyes.

"Ani what happened?" he asked concerned.

"Nothing... Omie society is pathetic, right? They divide people like buildings, like Orchid Plaza and Khooshboo Apartment"

He looked at me as if I am some alien creature making me more into self loathing for starting such kind of topic. Mumbai is still 70Km and then to my place 50Km. Good going girl you will soon lack with words.

"Actually Ani, you are right...this society keeps everyone together yet separating it through class, occupation, family and so more."

"And they want every relationship to have a name, that's more pathetic. To more lack of sense the film industry showered much more non sense into the brains of people."

"Yeah Ani...like that dialogue Ek larka aur ek larki kabhi dost nehi reh sakte'."

"Right Omie you can't tag everyone and every relation to be sister or girl friend. That's horrible"

"We think so alike Ani. You spoke my heart."

"I guess the moral we hold on are quite similar."

"You know my mom she also says similar stuffs"

"What's your mom's name?"

"Jhanvi"

"Beautiful name...Omie can I ask you something?"

"Go on..."

"You are such a celebrity but why are your family backgrounds are unknown in the world of Art?"

"I actually didn't want to involve my family name; they already have a stardom of their own. So I wanted to stand up on my own as Omkara."

"And you did, I am so proud on you Omie, proud to have you as a friend. Jhanvi aunty must also be proud on you."

"She is... she loves me a lot. But she is lost most of her time to her alcoholic world and that's because of Mr Oberoi my so called father and his mistress."

Omie's upset face was a pang on my heart...It's hurting me to see him this way. I had always been intense with all the relations I am still left with which isn't too many. This unknown relation with Omie, which is above any romantic, sibling or parental love, I can feel my sincerity towards him. The bond we created in one day need not to be tagged with any name. Friendship is enough to satisfy it. The horizon which is provided by this word cannot be provided by others. Only a friend's love can change from time to time, from a mother's love of pampering to a father's love of protecting then to a brother's love of caring to a sister's love of sharing and the last but not the least a lover's love of understanding.

I forwarded my shoulder to him he kept his head while driving and silent tears escaped from his eyes.

"Don't worry at least your mom is with you though her most of the time goes to alcohol. But people like me don't have that. You have to be strong Omie."

Omie pulled his head back and stared at me blankly for some seconds.

"Ani"

And then I realized that the next turn was mine who needed a shoulder. I was crying on his shoulder silently.

Our pain is similar yet so different.

"Ani from today I will pamper you as a mother, protect you as a father, care and share with you as a brother and understand you as a lover. Let's be best buddies"

Don't know why my mind shrugged back to Michael Jackson thing right now. And my heart smiled wickedly and said he must have the soul of your lost sister inside him. And with that I also smiled and said, "I also promise to celebrate Mother's day, Father's day, Raksha Bandhan and even a part of Valentine's Day with you, half of the V-day reserve for my lover. Most importantly Friendship Day, my 24 hours for you," said I.

We stared at each other for some seconds and ended laughing. And with these precious memories I stepped at home.

"Didi, how was your journey and graduation ceremony?" asked Sahil.

"Sahil, Sahil ... Sahil I got my best friend. For the first time in life I got a lifelong best friend," said I picking him up in happiness.

"Whoa...Anika didi...please narrate everything in details."

"Before that tell me you had your dinner?" asked I like a responsible sister only aiming to see his frown because of the delaying in telling the story which luckily appeared simultaneously with the question.

"Yes! These days Sethi uncle and aunty took my care. They are very good people."

I remembered that day after helping him removing the tank I asked him the favor of taking care of my brother the days I will be away for the ceremony.

I smiled at him.

He tilted his head and said, "Don't keep me in suspense didi... please tell me how you found your best friend and who is she?"

"It's not she rather he," and I narrated everything about Omie, Omkara Singh Oberoi.

Next Day...

"Sahil today anyhow we have organize half of this place," said I.

"Okay didi"

Suddenly I heard knocks at the door. I went and opened the door only to find Omie standing with a huge grin in his face.

"Omie"

"Good morning Ani"

"Good Morning"

"Didi who is at the door?" asked Sahil and came forward.

Omie's eyes asked questioningly who this little boy is.

"My brother Sahil...Come inside" and I let Omie come inside and then only realized I invited him in a mess, an unorganized place.

"Hello" said Sahil to Omie.

"Hello to you also" said Omie.

"So Omie..."

"Your place so messed up?" asked Omie.

"Actually I shifted here nine days back. Sahil also came back from his boarding school. I will give his admission here after sometime as schools here are costly. Right now he is here for his summer vacation"

"Your parents, I thought only your mother?"

"Sahil's parents had adopted me. Now they are no more in this world"

"You are an orphan"

"I became orphan twice Omie...now it doesn't hurts. Sahil is my family"

"And not only he I am also right?"

"Yeah...you are pampering me like a mother, protecting me as a brother, loving me as a father...of course you are my family Omie"

And both of us laughed like fools.

"Well the reason I came here for your help, I need brushes. The dealers got arrested"

"Dealers who brought animal fur brushes?"

"Yes, people think every fur comes from poaching and government had banded them. They don't understand the importance of fur brushes for artists."

"Hmm...I understand actually they don't know that different types of brushes are required for different textures."

"You have something for doing the grinding textures on sculptures?"

"I have flat brushes right now others are still in my bag, hasn't unpacked"

"Flat brushes I can have smooth textures. Okay that will be fine...By the way the variety?"

"I have camel fur, fox fur, horse tail and many more. Want to meet my dealer?"

"That would be better"

"Today evening then"

"Well can I take Sahil, I hadn't bought anything for him want to give him chocolate."

"Sure...my brother is also like your brother go ahead"

Sahil had already given a positive answer and both of them went out.

I think I should make some coffee for both of us. And I went to the kitchen to make coffee without locking the door, thinking they will return soon enough. The store is not that far from the colony.

A girl came running inside my place and closed the door. The sudden movement in my place let me have a shock for some seconds.

"Who are you?" asked I.

She turned back to look at me.

But that face was quite known. Where had I seen her? Yes! That bitch who robbed my friend Ajay.

A con girl who said her name was Neha.

"I am Ishaana. Please save me...some people are after me."

Ishaana... my sister's name. No Anika don't be emotional.

Last time she said to Ajay that she is Neha...Thank God Ajay had a picture of her and shown me. But she seems to be in danger. Should I... My trance broken with her words, "Actually some people will come and look for me please say I am not here"

"Why should I?"

There is a knock on the door almost immediately.

She hid behind the wooden sofa and I opened the door.

"Yes" I could see two men one in black shirt the other in blue standing in front of me.

"Had a girl came here?"

"No, I opened the lock of the door just now. No one can enter at least a lock door."

Looking my serious face they seem to believe me and left.

"Now you can come out" said I closing the door back.

"Thank you; they were trying to harm an innocent girl like me"

"Innocent? Who were they police or your last target?"

"What do you mean?"

"I meant that I know who you are...Ishana you once robbed one my friends. You are con by profession. Isn't it?"

"Yes ...but"

"But what? Don't you feel guilty for the people you robbed?"

"Actually I have no time to feel guilty for myself. I have a huge debt to recover which my father has taken due to gambling addiction and lost them easily. Now the people have threatened to take my sister away so the easiest method to earn money is being a fraud. Tell me am I doing anything wrong?"

"Now move out from here. Don't think I will fall for your so called fake honesty. Good bye... and we have never met remember that Ishana."

She gave a miserable smile.

"Thank you for helping me this much. But had you believed me that my name is Ishana"

"I can read people girl, a helpless person doesn't lie in mean times."

"But you didn't believe in my honesty."

"What should I believe and what should not that should be just up to me, right? Now leave"

With that she left from there. Omie and Sahil returned back soon and we had coffee. After that Omie left and promised to pick me up at evening.

My eyes moved towards the last remains of coffee at my coffee mug.

So many things happened...had I really forgive Ishana and that's why I helped her. Honesty was there in her eyes, but I spoke venom in front of her just to see her reaction or I want to test her. There's still a faint hope of my sister...Had I became soft hearted since she has the same name as her or I want her to be my lost sister. That's impossible and this side Omie has became one of my support system like Sahil. I should never meet Ishana coz she is a con and my sister would never be that and I should not leave Omie as after Sahil he is only there for me. I am connected with Omie by promise and with Ishana by forgiveness. These two words are highly related to the fact as both of them lead to the base of all relations, TRUST'. I guess I am getting bonded with ISHKARA through trust.

"Didi what are you gaping at in that mug?" asked Sahil.

And with this came back to reality.

PRECAP: Thank God! I got this job in the canteen of this College without showing any personal details. Now I will have time to work on the paintings for the exhibition. I will work here only for next two months. Then after the auction of my paintings I will leave this job.

"Hello you are the new canteen manager here?"

"Yes"

"Do you have doughnuts?"

"Well not right now. It will be delivered in half an hour. You can give your name I will write it in a piece of paper."

"Priyanka Singh Oberoi"

"We will announce your name in the canteen mike"

"Sure"

"So what I have to do Miss Rajashree?"

"There will be Maha Arti in Ganesh Temple. The Oberoi Empire will organize it in the birthday of Late Rajat Singh Oberoi. And our NGO students will dance there. You have to teach them to dance."

"Sure"

"Your payment will be three thousand"

"Okay no problem"

I turned and start walking to the main gate of NGO when a white car came and was almost about to hit me. The one who was driving got his hands on brakes which saved me from dying.

"Had you got only Shivay Singh Oberoi's car to die?" said the driver.

"Driver what happened?" I heard that man say.

Shivay Singh Oberoi I heard that name...Yes the MD of the Oberoi Groups of Industries.

Don't you think Anika that you are getting to meet so many Oberoi's these days...First Omakara then Priyanka and now Shivay...I laughed at my own joke.

So sry for such a long update😆

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MIMI😎

I reminisced the happy moments with my friends through this...thank u yaara! 🤗

Coming to the update, it was well written and am really liking the way u r introducing one character per chapter...

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How do write stories so beautifully..👏.

The way u have shaped up the bonding between AniKara is just brilliant.

Nd ishana anika scene also was really gud...

Now Anika is getting introduced to her Sasural waalin one by one😆

Nd finally takragayi Shivaay se...

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