Hi there friends. Wrote a quick one, a one off, with no plot whatsoever...😆..All those segments are giving me blushes !!
Hope you enjoy it ! Like and do comment. Your feedback feeds this habit of mine... Thanks !
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Anisa
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Recognition
Arrghhh !! This man is aggravating !! Dharavni aankhon wala bhoot !!
Already Kalavathy was forced to just sit in his room like a hostage. Precisely, he didn't allow her to go near Ms Svetlana's room. Gayi Bhains pani me...yahi to jana hai!! She was just dragged back from Tia's room half hour ago at knifepoint by this madman, and she wasn't going to risk it again for another hour. He was exhausting, haunting her around like ghost.
If she sits in the kitchen, he comes for coffee. When she's at the poolside, he sits there with his laptop. Wherever she goes, he appears too. Grumbling at his tenacity she squeezed her brain to find a way to get away from him to Ms Tia's room. She promised to get her out of this house. She was a nice lady, very soft and friendly, and sad deep inside her heart over someone really dear to her.
She lost someone very close to her recently. She's grieving.
A scary sight appeared before her. Her ghost, in a towel, branded baniyan, and wet hair. Her heart gave such jolt, it almost jumped out of her body. Her eyes went wide with shock, almost popping out of their sockets. She stood ramrod straight , turned to face the diametric opposite, like a schoolgirl in front of her discipline master. Her eyes calculated the distance to the exit, and the dynamics required to execute the escape.
"Don't even think of it, Annika..." he warned. She felt the hairs at her nape stand up as he came closer. He smelled like soap, so crisp and clean. Then she squeaked as he swished his wet hair at her, splashing droplets of water on her face. She turned and was shocked to find his face very close to hers over her shoulder.
"What are you thinking about?" the devil asked. Gaping like a goldfish , she failed to make a response.
"Nothing..." she whispered finally.
"I doubt it. I can practically see the wheels turning in your brain. You are up to something. Spit it out." Shivaay whispered ominously.
"I don't spit."
"Only black coffee..." he rallied.
"No! Only Americano! " she blurted, as his eyes narrowed suspiciously. She stood there like a statue, he came to stand in front of her, giving her eyes nowhere to escape. Holding her chin firmly, he levelled their gaze so he could stare into her chocolate brown depths. She felt herself getting hypnotized , a blush rose on her face making it heat up with his scrutiny.
Slowly, a smile came into his eyes, enjoying her blush very much. He slowly brought his hand up and touched all the drops of water on her face, making linear connections between them. Stroking down her half open eye, down her nose, all over her cheeks, before reaching her lips. Drawing a scorching outline of her plush lips, they opened unwillingly to let out a shivering gasp.
His eyes changed colors dramatically. A frown marred his face, as he went from looking lazily indulgent to downright fierce. She couldn't breathe with the intensity of the look in his eyes.
Cupping her cheeks slowly, he slanted his head down to meet hers, as her mind shrieked with what was about to happen.
I have got to stop this! Now !
She sneaked out a hand and tugged at his towel. Immediately, he jumped back 3 feet and held his towel close. She giggled loudly at the outrage in his face, and a split second later took her escape. Shivaay ran after her, had to stop, because Shivaay Singh Oberoi does not appear in public in his baniyan and towel. Ever!
She scampered out of the room, almost toppling over the large ornate decorative vase in the hallway. Her mouth curved into a comical "o" , whispered, "Bachgaye.. phew" and skittered away quickly before someone spotted her. That certain someone specifically.
Yipes. Close call. He is getting dangerous !
Running to look for a safe hiding place, she chanced upon Om's room. Thinking Rudra would be inside, she ventured in. But instead, she came face to face with her long haired devar instead. He was staring at his canvas with a ferocious frown. He looked at her, and their eyes met.
A painful concern appeared in her face, Om felt like a hand was running over his head asking if he was alright. An answering smile in his eyes, for a moment it was as though they just had a quiet conversation. Her face froze suddenly, and she turned to run out.
"Bhabhi...?" Om called out. She froze at the doorway but didn't turn.
"Bhabhi...!" his voice more assertive this time as she was about to run off.
"I know it's you, Bhabhi." He said , as her shoulders drooped in defeat. He got up and drew Annika back into his room. She just stood quietly , not willing to say anything to further incriminate herself.
"You are up to something Bhabhi, I know. Rudra talks in his sleep." She looked up at him with a scandalous face, Dhoka !! A rare smile appeared on Om's face.
"What ever you are up to, it seems to be working. Just be careful. Do you need help?"
"Your brother! Get him off my back please !!" she let out frustratedly.
"He's lost you Bhabhi. Shivaay doesn't let go easily. " he chuckled as Annika hit her head in frustration.
"I take it you're running from Shivaay?" he surmised as she looked at him beseechingly. "Okay, I'll distract him for a few hours, just make sure you stay safe.." she sighed gratefully and made to leave.
"Be careful , Kalavathy..." Om said with a smile. She turned and winked before disappearing down the corridor.
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