The Heart Gets What The Heart Wants/FF ShivIka(Ud:May08 Ch:34a/pg141) - Page 4

Chapter 3 - Shivvay's Annika Radar, Annika RFID and Random other Annika Related things

It has been three days since the reception and Shivvay is still reeling from the mess that the wedding to Annika has created. He has just been chastised by his adoring Dadi in the living room, again, who seems to have a new favourite now.

"Billu" seems to have been replaced with "bahu" since last week and he is not taking this demotion too well.

He is in his room trying very hard to enjoy the picture of his stocks that have shot up since his announcement at the reception but for the first time in his life he cannot feel the old thrill of victory. All he can picture is the small victorious smile of Mrs. Annika Shivvay Singh Oberoi as she walked away with Dadi the morning after the reception to inspect the rose garden.

Why does a simple morning coffee have to turn into a impromptu lecture from Dadi almost every day?? I did agree to Annika staying at the Oberoi Mansion till the divorce was through didn't I?

She didn't really expect me to introduce Annika as the newest Mrs. Oberoi when the media was told it was Tia I had married. What about my reputation and name in the business world??? Am I to make myself a laughing stock for this sham of a marriage she thinks has some significance?

And Annika, God! That woman is going to send me to an early grave. Why does everything with her have to be a struggle?

Tia is a breeze to handle when compared to her. Hand her a credit card and I know exactly where she is and what she is doing, the security in tow, of course.

With Annika it is becoming a steady game of 'hide and go seek' on a daily basis. Why it is so difficult for that girl to stay put in the Oberoi Mansion within plain sight?? Is that too much to ask for?

Try to reason with Dadi and she comes up with her lecture of equality and freedom of both husband and wife. She expects that I check in with Annika as often as I expect Annika to check in with me.

Really!!???

Like where does she think I would be, besides the Oberoi offices, for the major part of my day? I travel with my security and personnel whereas we have the very "wild Mrs. Oberoi" refusing not only security but also to stay put in one place even though it is on and around the Oberoi grounds.

The morning after her minor victory in the living room, I had my Annika Radar go of at bloody 5 am in the morning. I mean who in the devils name goes for a walk at such an ungodly hour??!!

As she left the bedroom I promptly called Rajveer to have 2 personnel follow her discreetly and quietly in case she was sleep walking so as not to startle her in any way.

As I stepped outside the door, still in my pajamas to Rajveer shock and my embarrassment,I was told she had walked in the direction of the rose garden. When we reached there the personnel told me they had lost her once she got here and she was not in that garden.

I rubbed my forehead in anger and impatience and asked Rajveer who the hell had hired a bunch of morons that could lose a grown woman? I was paying these jokers for Oberoi security?

Just then one of the personnel who had gone to scout the rest of the grounds told me that she was seen going towards the unused part of the grounds that lay in the east.

The pond!!! I thought with alarm.

She could very well walk into the pond if she was sleep walking without even knowing what she was doing. I broke into a furious sprint with Rajveer and the other two personnel following close behind in hot pursuit.

This woman was going to make a Usain Bolt out of me by the time we divorced.

I have never exercised this much in my life while outside of the gym and have been even told jokingly by my business partners that a few days of marriage has made me fitter than before.

Apparently my physical and mental reflexes have been heightened thanks to Mrs. Oberoi and she must be good for my health.

Hah! If you call being on the edge constantly and trying to pin down the cloud called Annika Shivvay Singh Oberoi being good for my health then I would prefer a pot belly and a balding head.

As I sprinted with Rajveer by my side to the east side of the grounds my eyes fell on Dadi's secret garden. I slowed down and came to a complete halt just outside the garden as suddenly everything clicked into place.

The faint smell of jasmines that lingered in the room when I entered it off late and the dried mud that I found on her chameli's in the shoe rack. She has been coming to the secret garden????

When??!! How??!! Who told her about this place??!!

I turned around and asked Rajveer to return as I would handle it from here and he discreetly left with a nod. I cautiously walked to the small arbor at the entrance to the garden that was laden with the familiar scent of the jasmine from childhood so as not to make too much noise.

I stopped just outside, closed my eyes and memories of spending many an evening here with Dadi flooded back.

Before my life sent me my most precious gifts - OmRu, Dadi and I would spend almost every evening here and she would tell me stories about her and Dadaji while I fed the fish in the pond. Had it been that long since I came here? Life has kept me so busy that childhood seems like a faraway land sometimes.

I opened my eyes and took a few steps forward ready to enter the garden but the sight that met my eyes made me stop on my tracks.

There she was, right on the highest point on the arch of the bridge, face tilted up and eyes closed like a goddess bathed in the first rays of the rising sun.

I stopped breathing for fear that the sound might break the spell and stared in awe of the sight before me. I felt like the outsider, the alien, the mortal unfit to enter this realm of the God's that was inside the entrance. Besides, I knew this was hers and hers alone now because only Dadi could have revealed the secret garden to her.

A few minutes later, with my eyes drunk on the sight I had just witnessed, I turned around softly and made my way back to the mansion. As I walked back into our room and got ready for the day I kept recalling the vision she made bathed in the pure first rays of the sun.

I shook my head to clear it and told myself that her visiting the secret garden was all well and good but it still did not solve the security problem that was Mrs. Oberoi.

I had to come up with something that would be subtle and effective. It was the kidnapping incident with Tia that shook me up and made me realize that either she or even Annika could be a victim again.

And where Dadi's "Ani Bahu" was concerned even selling the whole Oberoi Empire and the house along with it was ransom enough to get her back and I for one did not enjoy that thought. Somehow rags and rickshaws did not go well with my personality and style.

I guess the Gods were happy with me that morning, for the opportunity was literally thrown into my lap. After breakfast Dadi entered our room and gently removed my laptop from my lap to replace it with her most precious wedding gift - her bridal gold 'pushtayni' payals.

Mum was immediately up in arms, and it seems she always was off late, as to why I had to take care of this when the goldsmith could have been called here to pick it up. Dadi's look to mum closed the discussion and I was granted an opportunity from the Gods to track the very elusive Mrs. Annika Shivvay Singh Oberoi.

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Originally posted by: zaara610

Read all the parts in one go... you are an amazing writer... loved it.. its really interesting..can you please pm me when you update next part.. please...😛

Originally posted by: Onyx.

Oh this too good. This chapter had me laughing out loud at what a clueless idiot shivaay is..keep making him run around her plz, the episodes these days are michmichi inducing, only FF's are keeping me sane.

p.s. Just a suggestion, you might wanna update your title when you write a new chap, I had no clue there there where a new update until like a crazy person I went through all the pages 😆