ShivIka FF: An Ishqbaaaz Rising *3.7 Updated* (2nd July, Page 82) - Page 11

This is very surprising. I would never expected Tej to go & talk to Shivaay! Update soon!

Woah Tej is stepping up, love it

wow...

Awesome update and a wonderful story

Awesome update

2.5 Hypnotized

Darkness had never bothered him. Mostly because his perfect vision had always instantaneously adapted to darkness as a normal person's eyes adapted to sunlight.

It had been natural.

So he had always thought of this as just another piece of proof of his own perfection.

But today his vision refused to adapt, and even though it was actually only afternoon - it felt like the darkness was engulfing him. Suffocating him.

His own heartbeat echoing in his ears, loudly - as he continued replaying each painfully agonizing memory in his mind, over and over again.

Memories of two boys growing up together...

A five-year-old Shivaay was walking happily towards an identically five year old Daksh - offering him his birthday cake... them arm in arm posing for the camera and his smiling family behind them

Shivaay and Daksh now teenagers, were teaching Omkara and the much younger Rudra american football

A seventeen year old Daksh getting violent in his room when he had been dumped by his two-week old girlfriend...a tentative Shivaay trying to coax him to come out of his room and have dinner with them... an eight year old Rudra running to hide behind him because he was too afraid of Daksh bhaiya'

A twenty-year-old Shivaay reluctantly going towards the underground club in Paris where Daksh had been partying constantly for the last week...

A twenty-five year old Daksh's first unsuccessful business venture... and the subsequent rage that had terrified Daksh's mom and almost caused Shivaay a trip to the emergency room when a flying painting was aimed right at his head

Daksh breaking down in front of him... his eyes a little crazy... his mouth quivering as he went into another one of the uncontrollable rampages... Shivaay wincing with pain as the glass from one of the vases hit his arm

Daksh's mom coming to Mumbai almost a month later...pleading him to convince Daksh about therapy

Shivaay walking Daksh into a rehabilitation centre in Switzerland

The doctors at the centre telling him about anxiety attacks... lapses in judgment... symptoms of a serious mental issue...

"He will need to stay here for the next eight weeks"

Shivaay and Daksh almost at each other's throats in a corner of a shady alley in Soho when Shivaay was trying to stop Daksh from taking advantage of a drunken girl outside a night club

Daksh coming to his room the next morning to apologize... Daksh promising that he is going back to the centre in Zurich..."Promise Shivaay"

The words lingered for a second in his mind as he numbly walked towards the corner of his couch and collapsed there.

Shivaay, Om and Daksh pulling Rudra's leg when he lost his first car race to a girl

Daksh acknowledging Shivaay's importance in his and his mom's life in the media conference when his architectural firm finally started soaring to new heights in Delhi

Even as the memories swirled in his mind, he leaned his head back painfully as the fresher memories started burning a hole within him

Annika's hand in Daksh's hand

Daksh confessing that he liked' her

Daksh's stupid drunken stunt that had forced him to propose to Anika on his behalf

Daksh's strange fixation with Annika

Annika running into his arms at her home

Annika whispering his name as he had turned to leave

Daksh dancing with Annika... His hands roaming and hanging on her arms for a second too much

Even as the image came into his mind, he stiffened involuntarily. The heartbeat slowed even more painfully... and it almost felt like someone was using a knife to cut him open but they were deliberately taking their time to cause maximum pain whilst doing that.

Annika saying yes' to Daksh's proposal

This memory still had him feeling like he had swallowed some cold rancid chicken and he instinctively felt himself turn even number.

Annika's eyes asking him a hundred questions that night and him helplessly staring back as Daksh slid the ring in her finger

Annika's slight flinch when Daksh announced her as his fianc... and the sudden unbearable weight in his chest as he stared into her magnetic eyes

Annika being dragged away by an excited Daksh...her eyes silently haunting his... asking him the same questions...questions that he himself struggled with every single day

As each of these painful memories continued to play like a broken record in his mind, he didn't really notice it when he picked up a crystal paperweight from a corner table.

So when the last memory broke through the last thread of his sanity, he felt his knuckles crush with rage with an intensity that he had never felt before.

The crystal shattered in his hand and blood oozed from his palm.

However, right that moment Shivaay Singh Oberoi couldn't even bring himself to flinch in response.

Time froze. Moments stilled.

"Shivaay"

The lingering taste of her voice rendered him completely unarmed, like each syllabi that she uttered pulled the chords of his heart to her rhythm.

Yet, so many questions, so many answers... so many unsaid things... each of them weighed on him heavily.

Daksh walking into his room and nonchalantly claiming that he would get Annika into his bed in a single day

The blood from his hand was now dripping on the spotless carpet, but he wouldn't have noticed it even if it suddenly sprouted legs and started running around at that moment.

Annika refusing to go home that evening... Her unnecessary arguing growing on his already imploding frustration...

Annika in Daksh's room the next morning... Making his bed... Daksh tucking in his shirt...

Daksh holding Annika's face in his hands... handing her a brown envelope

Annika smiling softly... accepting the envelope

The crystal fell to the floor with only a barely audible crash... but each piece lay sprawled everywhere around him.

And he felt his bleeding hand unclench slowly.

He could now faintly hear Om and Rudra begging him to open the door, but he couldn't move.

But he was frozen. He couldn't see. The room revolved slightly, but the darkness... the darkness now felt like it was closing in on him.

He wanted to shout out then. But he couldn't feel his voice anymore.

He wanted to cry, but he didn't remember how to do that.

Hypnotizing honey brown eyes pulled him towards her... silently asking him questions that he didn't know the answers too.

There was too much that he was feeling right now and he couldn't let his brothers see him in this state.

He didn't trust himself right now.

Daksh smugly walking towards him... then telling him that Annika had asked for 15 lakhs as payment' for her services' the previous night

His ground swirling when he registered the meaning of those words... the rage that had blinded him that moment...the incomprehensible pain that had filled and numbed his body

He stared at the broken crystal on the floor and for a moment his mind cleared slightly... that's when he could almost see his own reflection in those broken pieces.

Familiar eyes stared back at him. But he didn't recognize them anymore.

A stranger stared back at him.

He couldn't recognize himself in that reflection.

The stranger's eyes were bloodshot and there was a dark shadow over his face that he couldn't quite understand.

But before he could think too long, he saw another pair of eyes staring at him in his mind.

Honey colored magnetic eyes that drowned him and pulled him towards her in ways that completely baffled him asked him a million questions as he looked straight at her over the media lights and camera flashes as he announced his wedding to Tia for the next day

Silent haunting eyes followed him everywhere as he walked hollowly in the halls of his house

Pleading eyes that teased him to reveal his heart's secrets

An unseen pain glinted through her eyes as she begged him to let her in

He hadn't realized when he had started to let his emotions flow - but as he felt something hot and wet on his cheeks, he almost sighed in relief that he had remembered at least this.

And as he tried moving his hands up to push back those tears, he was surprised to see blood.

Maybe he was hallucinating?

But as the images came crashing again the absolute avalanche of emotions again rendered him incapable of moving.

"Jo ladki paison ke liye kisi ke sath so sakti hai"

Annika's shining bright eyes as she slapped him for his accusation

Every breath and every heartbeat seemed more like a struggle as the seconds ticked

Somewhere far away he though he heard faint yelling. He could barely make out the words but he had stopped trying. Nothing made sense anymore.

What had he done?

Why didn't she just tell him right then?

A familiar frustration grew at him, but it was seemed even more intense this time.

Everything about her was always so goddamn complicated?

Questions screamed inside him.

The yelling had grown stronger and he could almost hear some faint crashes.

How difficult was it to just open up to him?

How could she have let him do this? To her? To them?

How could he have let this happen?

Hadn't he himself seen one too many times the extent to which she had gone to preserve her self-respect?

Hadn't he felt the way in which she reacted to his touch? The shy hesitancy... the wide naive eyes...the innocence that shined through her eyes... how could he have ever believed that all of that could have been anything other than the truth?

Hadn't he seen the unflinching truth shining in her eyes the day she had sacrificed her society image for him... when she had grabbed his arm and looked at him right in the eye when she had announced that she had spent the night with him?

It was always for him

How could he have forgotten that this was the same Anika that had called him a cheapde' for even thinking that she had feelings for him?

Shivaay

Her voice whispered and tugged at his heartstrings in ways that cofounded him

Drowning in memories, he felt his breathing become shallower.

Numbly, he tried to imagine a different life where he would or he could do it differently. The enormous possibilities, the lifetimes that he could spend being hypnotized in those extraordinary honey-colored eyes - however even as he tried to imagine it...images escaped him before he could even see them...and the reality of his life sunk in again.

But those hypnotizing honey colored eyes were his last thought before he succumbed to his exhaustion and the world revolved around him for a few seconds before everything went completely dark.

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2.6 Father and Son

Wow wow.. what an update read all the parts great 👏

Two brilliant updates, girl! Your writing is very cinematic. I could visualise the pain of realisation and the seeping blood and the commotion outside that Shivay has so completely blocked out. Brilliantly written.