Shivika FF ft OmRu:Waging War (P15 Pg20) 01.03.19 - Page 6

The update was fantabulously awesome.

Amazingly written Sam...

Nd congrats on completing more than 11,000 wrds...

Anika is Anika... i just loved the way she was gaping him...afterall SSO is an eyecandy...

Nd SSO gives so much imporatnce to himself.. aur yahan bhi wahi hua.

And then Anika on total defensive mode... come on Anika..u wre drooling at him...aur aisa har baar dekhne ko nahi milega.

Nd then she teased him and laughed at him...nd told him cute..hahaha

The way u expressed how Anika felt about Shivaay being an kid was brilliant. i was laughing soo badly...

Shivaay totally lost in her beautiful fit of giggles.

Phir hua romance...oh it was damn intense...sirf Anika Shivaay ko affect nahi karthi...Shivaay bhi Anika ko affect kartha hai.

He whispered...nd who is this Mrs. Shrimati???

Continue sooon...

It was awesome dude...

Love Sharmi

Hey Sharmi, thank you sooo much, I write for lovely readers like you who always leave such nice comments 😆 let me answer both your queries- 1. the kiss: it was an 'eskimo kiss' its when two people affectionately rub their noses together 😛 so no kiss kiss yet, not until Shivaay comes to a realisation anyway 😆 and 2. Mrs. Shrimati is anika- I think 'shrimati' is a Hindi word which you would say to your wife- if you remember in the previous update, Anika used the salesmans misunderstanding of them being a married couple to her benefit, so how can shivaay stay behind 😉 and I hope to continue real soon, University has kept me a little bit tangled with work but very soon😃, Thank you once again Sharmi, if you have anymore questions or anything you would like to see in the story, do let me know🤗

Love, Sam

So sorry for the delayed reply and the fact that I have been completely MIA from this FF for about 2 weeks, I do hope to update it really very soon, I am amidst writing the next chapter currently😃 Thank you for reading and do stay tuned

Love

-Sam

Thank you, I hope you enjoyed it, I shall hopefully be updating tomorrow so do keep reading 😃

*hides face behind hands*

Her breath hitched in her throat, she had the right mind to pummel his face into the ground if it hadn't been so darn beautiful, and more noticeably, if she hadn't liquified at his touch. "what is this wretched man playing at" she thought to herself. She was never a believer in ahimsa, so she had no idea why she couldn't wipe that smirk of his face with her chameli'- yes she named her sandals- he was stepping on sacred grounds, stirring feelings she had long buried since the calamities of the world settled on her head, "how dare he resurface emotions I have shunned- he was nobody, is nobody and will always be a nobody for me, he is merely a means to an end" and yet to her own incredulity , her own thoughts sounded less like a statement and more so an attempt to stabilise her lingering thoughts. His breath was shallow, fanning over the shell of her guise-his right brow had pinned right up-daring her- thoroughly enjoying her diminished rebellion, and gosh if it was another being, another pretty, poised face, they would have taken one step back, running straight out of the door.

But... this wasn't any ordinary girl, this was Anika! It was her time to turn the tables; cage the tiger in his own territory.

Shivaay was enjoying this very much, he witnessed the tinge of attraction, her heart beating un-rhythmically against his own, she was different. Not different as in hot per say, not to mention she was unprofessional, loud, obnoxious, basically the epitome of all the negative words he could collate in a singular basket. But he couldn't deny that her presence affected him-the feeling could not be named- so he disguised this untamed feeling with the constant reminder that she is and was a nobody.

Anika could see the Bagad Billa closely analysing her, "this is the right time" she thought to herself, -she took a step forward, her eyes exhibiting the glint of mischief, she could hear Shivaay's breath deepen, fasten, his heart beat visible through his chest. "Mrs. Shrimati finds you extremely cute, Mr. Kanji aankhon waale Bagad Billa" she dramatically exercised.

Stunned. Shivaay had absolutely no clue as to what was happening, "what has gotten into this girl", but he had no time to ponder over this query, as the storm had hit him in ways he knew not off- not as of yet anyways. Her face had suddenly lost its chirpiness, her usual innocence had been wiped off only to be replaced by the devils smile.

While Shivaay continued to become wounded in his own web, Anika, on the other hand, was internally laughing at his current plight, his jaw was clenched, fists tightened, muscles rigid.

She took another step forward. He took a step back. Slowly he found himself being cornered, right up against a wall "Fhat the Wuck??!!" Shivaay was absolutely perplexed, his heart was was pumping so fast that he felt his heartbeat in his head, in his fingertips...in her orbs.

His pupils had dilated, palms clammy, and to top it all of the only stuttered words he could spit out were "wh...wha...what...do...you...do you think you are do...doing?", "Shh..." Anika could barely contain her giggle, gosh his expressions would have been tomorrows breaking news if she had called upon the paparazzi beforehand "Shivaay Singh Oberoi: The Tamed CAT-oof Bheegi Billi" she thought to herself.

Shivaay was backed against his hotel wall, attempting to hold on to his dignity-his towel. "What is happening to me?" Shivaay couldn't hardly comprehend the situation when he felt his skin burn...

Anika ran her index finger down the side of his face, ever so slowly, so tenderly that it almost felt as if it was an occurrence between two old souls, jaise Heer aur Ranjhe ne phir se janam liya ho. Shivaay's breath hitched, the gesture ignited a feeling that he could barely recognise, a faint lingering of want, a strengthening of need-so much so that he felt he would buckle under the weight of her gaze. "Yaar handsome toh hai, magar bohot batameez kism ka admi hai...pareshaan karna toh banta hai" Anika internally giggled, but the blue reflects of his eyes, the heat he radiated left the door of her heart ajar- and yet the comic juxtaposition was that she remained absolutely oblivious to the whirlwind of ardour his presence hit her with. She took her lips close to Shivaay's and once again their breaths befriended one another, not once did she remove her gaze from his cracked glassy globes that were scrutiniseng her every move. Thereafter, she brought the rim of her mouth close to his ear, ever so slightly brushing over it- in a soft whisper meant for prayers she spoke "So much so that I shall be accompanying you to Mumbai..." and with that she burst out in a hurricane of laughter, mirth dancing in her eyes as she continued to break down into convulsions of hilarity.

Shivaay's face constricted as the breath that he had been holding onto so dearly withdrew itself from his soul. The irregularity in his gasps and the raging irritation that was amidst its heightening period would have made it clear to anyone- even the dumbest of mortals-that Anika- the bulldozer was about to meet her end. And yet, the proximity had left him intertwined with the growing desires he refused to confess, he could not help himself when he yanked her wrist, having her crash into him once again. However this time a startled Anika toppled backwards, clutching onto his arm for support- they came into a grand collision with the bed, which also seemed to be equally as surprised by the sudden arrival of weight that it collapsed on all four of its legs.

And there they lay, blushing profusely entangled in the arms of one another-now imagine if an outsider was to walk in on them, what a pretty sight they would be welcomed by...

*Sath Sath Chalte Chalte Hath Chhut Jayenge; Aisi Raho Me Milo Naa...

Baate Bate Karte Karte Raat Kat Jayegi; Aisi Raaton Me Milo Naa..*