ShivIka SS - Ishq [Complete] - Page 8

Part Three - A Meet to Remember

Anika stepped out of the library with an immense rest to her brain who worked non-stop in those ten minutes, worried with the fact that Professor would consider them or not. But the way Professor Mansi reacted to the whole situation with so much of ease, that simply made Anika cheerful all again.

She had merely taken few steps when she saw his incoming call on her cell. As she straightened her phone, her eyes saw the name flashing on her mobile screen... 'Mr. Rude Oberoi.' She chuckled remembering how she changed his name in her phonebook after their today's meet in the college, when he was no less than RUDE to her. She had never met someone like him in her life so far, so rude, so arrogant.

"Badtameez." She muttered, with her eyes still at the mobile screen as if she was imagining him in her phone. I won't pick up. Call as many times you want to call. Why should I? Did you receive mine? Now keep calling. She thought in her mind, and decided that she would not pick up his call.

She kept walking and talking randomly with her phone as it kept flashing, imagining him in that phone. Students and even some teacher who passed by her, looked at her weird antics suspiciously. But she least cared about anyone as her all attention was on him. "Ese bhi koi karta. I am his project partner and how rudely he behaved with me. He even called me stupid, Huh?" She released her anger while staring at his name which was still flashing on her mobile screen.

"Kahi Ishana sach to nahi keh rahi thi." She remembered Ishana's words to her about him that he being a drug addict and a drinker. She shook her head quickly blinking her eyes few times, "No No No, this can't be true. Yeah I admit he is rude but I don't think he is into such things." A sudden wave of confidence rushed into her veins. Even she wondered how on the earth she could be so sure about someone she had met just once or twice. She stopped in her track as he called her for the fourth time. "Ab meri importance samajh aayi?" She sharpened her eyes and disconnected his call and left a message to him,

"Meet me tomorrow early in the college at 7.30 am, for project discussion."

And she left for her home.

Next Day:

Though Anika had asked Shivaay to meet her at 7.30 am but she went at 7.00 sharp in the college. She was very specific about time. She always preferred reaching anywhere early than required. She was sure that Shivaay must not even have got up by then but the moment she covered the entrance to the corridor, she was beyond shock with the sight her eyes witnessed. Her legs couldn't take a step forward. Her eyes remained wide awake as she saw him sitting on the stairs.

Standing up, as he saw her frozen figure in front of him, he made a little walk towards her. "You? Here? So early?" She couldn't help asking. The state, in which she was, didn't let her say anything else.

"Yes. Me. Here. So early." He mimicked her words, presenting them as his answers.

"Wo... tum... kal, kaha the?" She asked, with breaking words. She couldn't understand why but she felt uneasy. Was she scared? No she wasn't but looked like she was disturbed.

"Never Ever Disconnect my call." He roughly pulled her by the wall, pinning her to the wall, and said stressing on each word. His eyes, which apparently seemed red stared her fear filled ones.

His statement which more sounded like he was an owner who was giving order to his slave made her beyond angry. She pushed him away from her using all her strength, "Oh really? Why? Ego hurt hui tumhari?"

He shook his head in disbelief hearing the girl standing next to him. Before he could say anything, she started taking steps ahead, hitting on his chest, pushing him back with her every hit, "Speak up now. What happened? Don't you have anything to say now? Tum mera phone kato to thik...tum bina kuch bataye college se gayab ho jao ye jante hue bhi ke hame project ka topic final karke dena tha to thik...lekin...agar mai tumhara phone na uthau to ye reaction?"

That was enough for him. Holding her wrist, he turned her around in a swift, making her back to touch the wall behind, with her hands in his grip. "Think before you speak. I did not CUT your call. I did not PICK UP. These two things may be alike but they aren't same and I hope you know the difference."

She closed her eyes as he leaned towards her. Little did he was aware of his effect on her. To his surprise, he smiled seeing her reaction. He whispered in her ears, "I didn't do anything on purpose. I am a consistent topper of this college and I have an image to maintain so I care more than you about the projects. I had something more important to look after which I couldn't avoid."

He was amused with his own self. He had no idea when did he has such a conversation with someone last. He couldn't believe why and how did he explain her things so softly. He was Shivaay...Shivaay Singh Oberoi...who never felt a need to explain anything to anyone...who never cared about what others would think of him but with her, something was different.

For some reasons unknown to him, he wanted to let her know his reasons.

He cared to explain things to her. He just did.

"Now tell me, what happened yesterday?" He asked, getting off her, releasing her both hands from his grip.

She slowly opened her eyes feeling no weight on her hands. She gazed at him. His figure standing in front of her, crossing his arms to his chest, and his eyes reflecting something beyond her understanding sent shivers down her spines. Eyes...are the most beautiful part of human body. Eyes let us know what people often can't speak. Eyes allows us to catch secrets of people, they often are trying to hide because eyes don't lie.

Taking a deep breath, she relaxed herself mentally. He spoke, spoke and spoke and on the other side, she couldn't utter a word before him. Her soul chose to listen than to interject or contradict him in any way.

She let herself calm down before she said, "Nothing much...I told Ma'am everything and she herself assigned us a topic. She did ask me if I want to change but I refused as what she gave was more than perfect." She didn't say much except what he asked. Her mind was in a twirl remembering about what happened just minutes before.

He nodded. "So what's the topic?" He removed his hands from his chest, and sat down on the stairs walking ahead.

She pulled a book out of her bag and passed to him. Who carries books in today's world? He wondered before grabbing her book.

"Love and Marriage?" He read the topic from the book...Correction, he didn't read but blurted out loudly in disbelief. "What rubbish?" He closed the book with a jerk, looking at her.

"Excuse me?" She was unable to understand his reaction.

"What excuse me?"You didn't get any other topic than this?" he was hell irritated. "I am not going to do any project on this facade." He declared.

"Really?" She asked.

"110%." He replied.

"Then get ready to break your record. Because Ma'am finalised all the topics yesterday and she strictly mentioned that in no condition...and in no circumstances, these topic can get changed. So if you don't want to do this project...the fine just be prepared to get failed in this project." She hit on his weakness by bringing his consistent topper thing in between.

"NO...Damn it," he banged his hand on the stairs in frustration. Why? Why he? He lifted his gaze to her, who was observing his reactions keenly.

"What? You have to make a project on me?" Sarcastic Oberoi was back again.

"Nahi...mai to bas dekh rahi thi...Why such an extreme and weird reaction on the most beautiful emotion and relation in the universe?" She spoke, what was troubling her seeing his attitude after getting to know their topic for the project.

"Did you just call Love' as the most beautiful Emotion' and Marriage' as the most beautiful Relation'?" He asked getting up. She shook her head positively.

"Do you live in fairy land?"

"Excuse me?"

"Is Excuse Me' your all time favourite word?"

"Very funny... mujhe hasi nahi aayi."

"But very funny to bola tumne abhi?"

"Arghhh! Shut up." She covered her ears with her hands, annoyed with him.

He couldn't help smiling at her. She looked so innocent. You are going on the wrong track Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Get back to the right one.

"I don't believe in love and marriage." He said, seriousness was in the air. "Love is a delusional feelings and marriage is a facade. Marriage is just a betrayal while love does not exist."

She was quite shocked to hear him. She trusted in love. Marriage was the most sacred relation for her. She believed in fairy tale love stories and hearing someone's such negative thoughts regarding the words which meant universe to her, she couldn't help saying, "Love is the most beautiful feeling one can ever feel. Marriage gives your life a new direction. The way love and marriage are inter-related, the same way their opposites exist. I can agree, the some love stories may not get complete, some marriages do not work out, sometimes you get betrayed in love and sometimes love betrays you but...Love does exist and the people who get their true love are the most luckiest people. I wonder how someone can not believe in love."

"Oh well I don't." He replied casually.

She thought for a while. "Fine, let's do this project. I'll make you believe in both...love and marriage as well." She took the responsibility to make him trust in love and marriage.

He laughed aloud. "Don't even try. I do not change my beliefs for and because of anyone." He asked her not to get into any such thing. "Anyways, we'll do this project because I do care about my marks...but let me tell you in the first place, you'll have to do most of the work for this project because as I told you just now that I..."

"Don't believe in love and marriage." She completed his sentence before he could with a sigh. His face beamed a smile, nodding.

No matter what, I'll do what I have to do. She returned a smile to him with determination of something mentally.

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