SS: The Journey To Love (Shivika & Obros) Part 1 updtd, pg3 (23rd)

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Posted: 8 years ago

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Originally posted by: joy1
Hey Maria!
I really like what you wrote there. We do need Redemption track. Don't know whether they are gonna show it on the show or not, but glad we are getting to read it, even though its fiction. And about your Hindi, I think it was pretty good. So don't worry about that. You could use both the language ,(HinGlish) ,
Looking forward to read your next part anytime soon:)
Good going girl.
Cheers.

Tysm dear, this keeps me going!!

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Posted: 8 years ago

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Awesome prologue...

The last words"jis din tujhe pyar ho jayengi...tum roke meri pas avoongi"...

You beautifully portrayed all the characters..

Eagerly waiting for your next update

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Part 1

2 months later..

As I walked through the hallway of the Oberoi industries, I couldn't stop myself from admiring the beauty of it. The building had class, but held the order of being a workplace. It had the elegance of the west combined with the warmth of the east . Golden Carvings on black marble read "The Oberoi Family Lounge"

He sat on the far end of the table, Oh have I ever seen a man so handsome and intense..he would be breaking hearts out there!

'May I come in Sir' I asked

He stood up seeing me, warmth and respect shone in his eyes, Is he really from this rich & ruthless clan?

Omkara Singh Oberoi, the artist turned business man.

O: Hello Ms Riya, welcome to the Oberoi industries, hope you find it comfortable here.

R: Thank you Sir, I'm living a dream.

O: This is something very serious for me, I'm kind of gonna make you do my job!

R: I have gone through the emails with care sir, I'll put in my best.

O: I'll always be thankful!

R: My pleasure Sir.

The door clicked open and a girl in her middle twenties hurried in wearing a designer black gown.

O: Meet me fiance..Ms Divya Richand.

Oh..Oberois & Raichands...'hazzaro dil tut gayi hogi..OmkaraJi'

I smiled at her.

O: Divya, this is..

D: Riya, Shivaay's new secretary..

She recognised me?

R: Hello Mam..

D: Oh come on Riya, you can call me Divya, agar chahti ho toh di bhi bula sakti hai..I'm not part of all this..

Oh why are these people being so nice..

R:Hmm.. Ok..

D: Ok..take your time, I get it!

Turning towards Omkara she gave an accusing look

D: Mr Oberoi, we were having a lunch date for the day...

O: Ooops..I just..

I excused myself and sneaked out of the cabinet to head into my boss's. As I walked out I could hear Divya 'Di' telling OSO to do anything, but refrain from behaving like their fathers. I had heard that, OSO and TSO were not in terms. Actually there were no one who were in terms. The Oberois were like a book of secrets or something. I had seen the love for his brother in O's eyes, but I was briefed in my mails that they talked less.

Something big had happened which had affected the strong bonding of these young Oberoi brothers, what was it. I needed to figure out. Yeah guys it's my job, I'm not here to be Shivaay's Secretary..

I walked into the cabinet of the oldest son of the Oberoi empire, the 'pehla waaris', the ruthless angry young man. This wing had been designed, as if, 'from the ocean'. Blue & Glassy, that was it, they walk in style man!!

I was called in, he was bent in his work. He looked up and my breath hitched, why am I feeling like this, these brothers are definitely going to be the end of me. I had comfortably believed that those pictures send to me by some of friends would be fake. And they were, he was more than I could ever imagine. Those eyes, the bluest of all waters. O God, bless my poor soul!

S: Ms Riya..

Oh the devil is calling, I'm happy that he can't read my thoughts!

R: Yes Sir.

S: It was Omkara, who appointed you?

R: Yes Sir, Omkara Sir had personally interviewed me a week earlier, and yesterday he called me up and asked me to join today.

His lips curved up into a light smile, the one from a father to son, when he makes him proud kind. But something was amiss in those beautiful eyes. Something broken, something beyond repair. Need, desperation, longing!

So I have started my life at the Oberois. There are many things I need to know before I start my work.

'Kabarao math OmkaraJi apki kaam hojayengi'

Omkara Singh Oberoi

Her words were still ringing in my ears!

'Agar aap madat nahi karpavongi toh...kisi aur ki sahara le lijiye..'

//

I had been in bangalore for an art exhibition, a month before . There I had collided into Ishaana. Although initially we were ignoring each other. We finally got to talk, she told me about her dance studio and how relocating had given her time to solve her problems. And unknowingly I too confessed the problems at home.

//

Maybe she is right!

Divya snapped her fingers in front of me and I came out of my thoughts.

D: Kya soch rahi ho..omkaraji

I glared at her.

D: I for Ishaana..

O: Divya I was just thinking about Shivaay, there is nothing like that.

D: Ok..ok, I just wanted you know that you needn't do this on force, hear your heart..

Rudra ran in and sat beside me

R: Di ye toh sabse baada dilwaala hai!

And they cracked up. I watched them as they started their jokes. They shared the same warmth of AniRu. Divya was also her choice, her gift!

//

O: Bhaabi, its not like, he loves you, unka dil pe aap hi hai

A:Pata he mujhe Om, par woh dil ka kaha sunti.

O: Par abh..

A: Phir Om, I don't know I should say this or not..but I think you should meet that girl, Ek baar mil le us ladki se.

O: Bhaabhi, I can't, for a deal?

A: Na, If she also feels the same, then you may find happiness in each other..Please?

//

And that is it, we found each other!

Sorry for the short chapter I'll post a longer one next time. The next will be on page 8+

Edited by MariaRebecca - 8 years ago