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Anu, such a lovely read. An affirmation of the restorative power of love.
Loved the way you portrayed Prinku's fears by having her want to hold her memories in the album, a need to have something physical to grasp. Memories are a bit like dandelions, aren't they. Some of the airy seeds floating away in the gusts of time. But, some remain to cling to the flower, a reminder of the ones that got away.
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A very nice story dear! I loved how u made Nisha well with Prinku being there the whole time, slowly the pain and hate vanishing from Ranveer, the Nisha-Adi marriage and the love Nisha and Prinku shared 😃. At last she got well. The cutest part Nikhil sharing his plane obsession with his mami Prinku 😊. Well done dear!
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@chottekikhushi - i've never really been a priveer fan but I think you're making me reconsider
IV | Coffee
Genre: Romance (Sexual References)
Pairing: ShivIka/Shivaay Singh Oberoi X Annika Shivaay Singh Oberoi
Summary: She doesn't know why she doesn't hate coffee anymore.
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"Windows open, curtains falling through the air,
I don't know, if the sun's ever shined this way."
- Misun, Coffee
He woke just before midday, instinctively drawn to the the open windows.
The view was unparalleled in its gorgeousness; the beach house offering his starved eyes a sun-bathed glory, so unlike his usual hotels. Pushing aside the curtains flapping in the summer breeze, he leaned against the sill, exhausted, as he silently took in the jewelled ocean, and the thriving sand dunes.
The last three days had been long, and weary.
Oberoi Industries were looking to expand their hotel business, and Rudra's newest fancy had been Havana. The youngest Oberoi brother, arguably the best businessman in the family, possessed tenaciousness unrivalled. He had put the deal papers in motion in less than two months; something that neither obsessively meticulous Shivaay, nor emotionally grounded Omkara would have been able to do. Both his elder brothers warned him that impulsive deals were not exactly the most ideal, but Rudra Singh Oberoi, eternally passionate about everything and all that he was part of, insisted that this was how he liked to do business.
But this excessively passionate man was also a newlywed, and so his honeymoon had unpredictably coincided with the meeting. Saumya, sweet as she was, had meekly offered to postpone the trip, and reluctantly, Rudra had agreed as well. His father had expressed immense pride when he had caught wind of the sacrifice, characteristically celebrating what Oberoi men were willing to do for the business.
However, the eldest matriarch of the Oberoi household had put her foot down, and all but summoned Rudra and Saumya onto their honeymoon. Shivaay had been left to make an impromptu trip to Cuba, to finalise the deal on behalf of his brother, and in the spur of the moment, his mother had asserted that he take Annika with him as well.
The Cuban acquisition had taken longer than he had imagined. After three days of gruelling negotiations (because Shivaay Singh Oberoi always wanted optimal profit), the deal had finally been settled.
On the business front, it was brilliant, and on the homefront, drastic. Caught up in work, he had barely payed attention to Annika, who in turn had spent the three days catching up on the increasing workload from her event management firm. It was a well-rehearsed routine, and one that although resented, couldn't really be helped.
Yesterday night, though, they had let go.
Hallmarks of the passionate night were echoed throughout the room, in sensuous remains. The primal, yet honeyed scent of sex, intermingled with the distinctive fragrance of his wife. The silk sheets that lay next to him, so alike the smooth softness of her skin. The torn lingerie, scattered across the room, remains of the ardently waged war.
Making love to her was like being set free. Liberating, just like her.
Annika.
He needed to spend more time with her.
Annika never complained. In fact, sometimes, he wished that his wife was a bit less self-sacrificial, but it was to no avail. For Annika, the whole world, bar herself, was always the priority.
He marvelled at what his own beliefs had been, once upon a time. Even though he had fallen for her eternities before he had told her, Shivaay had always held back because of society. Annika, crass and wild, would be an absolute misfit in the cold, calculated world of the elite. He had grown up listening to the indirect taunts that his mother had lived through, watched as she slowly shrunk from a self-assured, confident woman, to an insecure, jealous, shell of a woman.
He had told himself, from a young age, that all he wanted was a trophy wife - one that could smile, look pretty and keep mute. That was all a woman really needed to do in this harsh world, his world.
But then he had gone and fallen in love with a hurricane.
Annika was incomparable to any other.
A kaleidoscope of colours; she was every emotion that he didn't know existed. Bright, effervescent and vivacious, she was a priceless find, and one that he had been fortunate to worship. She was a rough diamond, in a plastic world obsessed with perfection.
And yet, she navigated this very world in a way that no Oberoi woman had been able to before.
Uncontained, a vessel brimming with the unknown, she was everything his society envied, and prized. Compassionate, kind and fair, she had managed to win stony, embittered hearts, just like she had claimed his.
Even the thought of her, found him craving her presence.
He found her in the kitchen, positively looking even more ethereal than usual. Long waves cascading down her back, she was humming to a familiar tune that his sleep-addled brain couldn't quite place. The white silk shirt fluttered around her slim frame, exposing her lean legs to his lascivious gaze. He felt a familiar burn of desire flourish through him, as he crept towards her slowly, fully intending to catch her by surprise.
But a year with him had taught her a few things, and to his dismay, she sensed him.
She also panicked.
He quietly waited as she hurriedly pushed something out of his sight, behind the fruit bowl. When she slowly turned, her cheeks flushed, his arms were crossed, waiting for an answer.
"What are you doing?"
Flustered, cheeks burning even brighter, Annika subconsciously reached out for his hand, as she shook her head furiously.
"Uh, Uhm...nothing! Tell me, how did you sleep?" Distracted for a moment, he smiled devilishly as he swiftly pulled her by the wrist, into his waiting arms.
"Well, to be honest, sleep wasn't really on my mind last night." She smiled then, looking at him adoringly with her deep, cocoa orbs, a mischievous twinkle sparkling in them. Propping herself by her elbows, she leaned back invitingly, smirking when he saw his eyes darken with evident lust.
"Really, now? Tell me what was then."
"Mmm...you."
He leaned over her, body moulding against hers deliciously as he nuzzled her jaw. He pulled her delicate wrists into her grasp, as his chest pressed her small body onto the kitchen counter.
Her eyelids fluttered with excitement, as his lips lingered a breath away from hers. Desperate to be claimed, she tried to move her face towards his but he was unrelenting. She clicked her tongue impatiently, wondering why he was being such a tease. She found her answer when she felt him let go of her wrists, and instead, find what she had hidden behind her.
"Gotcha."
Annoyed, Annika pushed him off her, as Shivaay held up the mug triumphantly. Muttering to herself, and avoiding his eyes, Annika tried to push past him, but he wouldn't let her.
"Annika, wait."
She pouted, all but dragging her eyes away from his blue pools, that searched her face hungrily for understanding. In her embarrassment, she had forgot what was actually inside the mug. Annika winced as Shivaay swilled around its dark, inky contents.
"Were you drinking coffee?"
"No!"
He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Lifting her up onto the kitchen counter, he moved closer to her. Like second nature, her legs wrapped around him, as his arms moved around her, hands fitting into a lock at the the small of her back. He rubbed his cheek against hers, stubble sensuously scratching her, eliciting a small whimper that had him aroused, all over again.
"I wasn't aware that you were fond of Expresso, Annika darling."
She looked away almost instantly, trying to move her face from where his jaw had captured it. Almost defensively, she replied insistently, like a small child, stubbornly adorable.
"I'm not."
Shivaay caught her by the chin, as she craned her head away from him, gently moving her face towards the coffee mug. In defeat, she shook free of his grip, her cheeks still flushed, as she murmured, embarrassedly.
"You're going to laugh."
"Just tell me."
Annika winced as she met his eyes halfway, almost instantly floored by the depth of unspoken emotion in them. Strangely encouraged, attributably to his lack of judgement, she began busily, chattering like she did when she got exceptionally nervous.
"Sometimes, when you're away, things get a bit hard."
Hands flailing, she launched into a convoluted explanation, and he listened silently, waiting as she tried to desperately get out what she had let fester inside for too long.
"But when I miss you more than usual, I try to find things that remind me of you and - "
"And drinking coffee reminds you of me?" His voice, void of the usual lilt and musical tease, was serious, and disheartened, Annika replied dejectedly, not meeting his eyes.
"Maybe."
"But why? You hate coffee." Warmer now, Shivaay spoke to her like someone would, in theory, to a young child. He seemed slightly confused, even impatient, and Annika found herself regretting telling him.
"I used to, but I don't anymore, and I don't really know why." She said breathlessly, her words all but a jumble. She didn't notice the way in which her husband was observing her, until he spoke once more.
"Come here."
She leaned in, in perfect cue, as his lips caught hers.
The kiss was slow, languorous even. Their mouths enthused like art; painting brushstrokes of desire and passion across a canvass of understanding. Silent, yet resonant, as their lips moved in flawless synchronisation, dancing previously untold spells of emotions. Minutes, hours, perpetuities passed, and yet, they couldn't stop.
Breath heavy, hearts pounding, they eventually let go of each other reluctantly to take in some air. Shivaay smiled at her, with a certain peace that he didn't know he could obtain.
"You still don't know why?" He asked her, grinning mischievously, as he threaded his fingers through hers, linking her hands into a loose embrace. Annika found her eyes burning, as she realised.
He did understand.
"It's because...you taste like coffee."
And then, she proceeded to taste him once more.
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Something important came up, so Shot III has not been posted by its respective author yet, but it will be posted when she can. In the meantime, hope you enjoyed Shot IV!
Innika
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