(Updated) Chichora Piya - Part 2 /page 9 & Annika's Diary Jan 10th - Page 6

AGAIN U FORGET TO GIVE ME PM OF YOUR VERY FIRST PART BUT NEVER MIND...

WOOOW its just superb!! Loved it veryyy much!!

Beautiful update...

Super cute

Oh Shivay analyzing.. his chichorapatti.. 😆 I feel like this when he was thinking abt anika's response to his proximity,, 😛 Poora tadi me tha banda.. that it's not only anika afects him but he himself too affect her.. lolz.. yeah yeah like alpha werewolf male.. he was so so proud on himself too cast his effect on his mate.. 😉 Gosh... no wonder he was so happy to carry out same game again on her.. to make her blush again... yeah he said it right.. She can make any male go on his knees.. w/o knowing what kind of effect she can spell over him with her innocence n also her dabang attitude.. 😳 awesoem update Pearl.. loved it.. n den Anika's diary.. She called him cheapade.. 🤣 that's ehr fav word... yeas Anika but it's U who is making him Cheapade.. n even allowing him to do cheapde harkatein with U.. 😆

Thank you all for putting up with my ramblings and appreciating it . 😉

Part 2: Perfecting the art of 'Blushing like a Bride'

To say the past few days had been trying and exhausting would have been an understatement, what with all the obvious attacks on my life. But I don't have to worry too much because my 'force field', called Annika, has been up and shielding me since the pregnancy announcement.

As I finish getting ready for the day, I realize how thankful I am for that 'force field' and look affectionately at the reflection of her sleeping like a baby, in the mirror.

Wanting to show my appreciation, I had not only picked a new phone for her but had decided to make her smile, after her horrible ordeal with Daksh, by making her favourite breakfast.

Failing in all my gentle attempts at waking her up, I resorted to an Annika style good morning Sargent's 'roll call'. God!! This girl could sleep through a storm it seemed!

It was amusing to hear her jump out of bed wondering where the fire was. She definitely fell in the distinct category of the 'loog' (people) that slept like logs I thought, mentally smiling.

Me making breakfast for her was met with a look of sheer disbelief on her face, which I could understand. But when gifted with the phone her thank you followed by the usual Annika style of 'Taddi' for not saying it with love, was not met by MY usual self, I should have begun to worry about ME.

It then dawned on me that the 'roguish romantic Shivvay' inside was actually looking for such openings to practice his charms on the lovely and clueless Mrs. Shivvay Singh Oberoi. I also realized that I was starting to like this fellow a lot.

As I started the blush/brush game with her adorable, innocent and bewildered face again, I realized that I was beginning to enjoy this new found effect I had on her and also because, like her, I too was starting to feel a rush of something I could quite not put my finger on. All I knew was that it felt right and it felt good.

I thought that little 'close encounter' would have been the last of the blush issue but after breakfast when she brought the actual 'blush on' to prove to me that she knew what I meant, I knew I had to set the record straight before this naive girl felt like a fool because of me. The education on the fine art of blushing, that my very accomplished wife had perfected, had to be completed by me.

Now standing here, a few minutes after the 'acid coffee' scare, looking at her face distraught at the thought of losing me, I was calming her down and was in turn remembering how I had almost lost her just the other day. That single thought brought on the usual tsunami of emotions I always felt for her and I recollected how since the day I almost lost her to death, I had come to terms with the fact that Annika meant more to me than my own life.

As I remembered that incident, I let my emotions get the better of me and I felt the urge to caress her face and lean in to place a kiss on her forehead, as if to make sure she really stood before me safe and unharmed.

That small gesture, to my surprise, seemed to be enough to get my 'Taddibaaz' of a wife profusely blushing once again and it seemed to be a habit that she had formed off late! Once more I felt my adrenaline pumping at that sight, her transforming into this other person before my very eyes and me feeling like I had developed super powers over her.

As if sensing a shift in my emotions, she tried to make her escape while I reached out and stopped her for reasons I did not even understand myself. Watching her react to my proximity was turning out to be the most wonderful experience lately. Why had I never noticed this about her before? Why had I never noticed how her eyes softened and her face shone radiant every time I admired it?

Her being misinformed about what blush meant had me smiling and shaking my head in disbelief. Suddenly, for reasons I would not understand, making my innocent wife understand the meaning of blush became of prime importance to me. I tried to explain to her that there was another meaning to the blush that I was referring to as I felt myself being drawn into her as usual. As she walked backwards to escape my unbroken advances towards her, I kept her engaged in the discussion about the blush' to make sure that she would stay and not run.

I was further surprised to learn that, not just my proximity but my touch evoked reactions as well. While it made her breathless and flustered, it made me bolder and more daring to make her feel that way. Closing her eyes, placing her in front of the mirror and showing her the effect I had on her will be a memory I can never erase out of my mind.

That day I did not just show Annika what blush meant, that day I also made Shivvay realize that she blushed only when he was around. He and only he could ever have that effect on Annika and he and only he could make her glow as radiant as the full moon.

As I stepped back from the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, I felt like I had found a priceless treasure that was mine and only mine to keep.

That was the moment of truth when I understood that it was not Annika who blushed. It was SHIVVAY, WHO CAUSED ANNIKA BLUSH.

A page from the diary of Mrs. Annika Shivvay Singh Oberoi: Jan 10 - 2017

SHIVVAY BABY KA BRUSH AUR BLUSH KO LEKAR KITNA SAARA FUSS!!

"Kasam Shivvay Baby Ki" aaj kal brush karne mein bhi daar lagtha hai.

Who knows when the Bhagad Billa might silently appear behind me, while I am happily shining my 'Pearly Whites,' and start his 'Chichora-paan' again??!!

He will give his, "Annika tum phir se Blush' kar rahi ho" with that lovesick look accompanying his statement. Then his hands will pretend to tuck my hair behind my ear but his eyes will be speaking of other things while he looks like a sentimental drowning man in dire need of being saved.

Snap out of it Mr. Oberoi!!! You were better as SSO and easier to handle!!! 'Soft Singh Oberoi' does not suit you at all. This is all the result of that foolish thing called 'blush'😳. It has had this man obsessed with it all of a sudden.

Why is it so important that I blush?!! Why does it matter if I do or don't??!! And how in the world does it relate in any way to him. It is I who blushes not HIM!!!

Suddenly my blushing has become a very interesting topic for the 'Bhagad Billa' and he seems to be staking me like a jungle cat on a hunt nowadays, finding every excuse in the book to bring on this 'blush'.

Sometimes the look he gives me makes me feel like the mouse that this cat wants to pounce on in order to eat up whole. He is a strange one this Mr. Oberoi - a strange one for sure. Keeping a track of me blushing or not blushing has suddenly become more important than the Oberoi stocks rising or falling!!

Then he has developed this new habit of grabbing me when I least expect him to!! I mean "Heeellooo!!! ... yeh ho kya raha hai??!!'

And when HE gets that way, MY heart starts pounding, MY breath comes in short gasps and I start thinking, "Aab mujhe Yeh Kya Ho Raha Hai??!!"

When I see him reaching out to me, a part of me says 'run as far and as fast as you can Annika!' while the other part stands mesmerized in a trance as though he is luring me into him.

I am also noticing that Marriage does not suit some people and I think that the 'Bhagad Billa' falls in that category for sure. He was such a nice, arrogant, cold and 'akkadu' man before I married him. He always kept at a respectable distance and spoke rudely, never noticed a single thing about my blush/brush issues, did not find excuses to hold or touch and most of all - he never wore the 'cat got the cream smile' that he seems to have a great liking for nowadays.

And what's with Mrs. Annika Shivvay Singh Oberoi feeling embarrassed and blushing for heaven's sake. Get a hold of yourself girl and wipe that stupid smile off your face!!! You are not of these silly giddy headed girls??!! You are ANNIKA!! The gobar throwing, slipper waving and ninja-flick imitating tomboy Annika!!! Since when did you change into 'Sharmeeli Singh Oberoi'??

I need to find a khidki tood' solution to this issue and fast or else I am going to be walking around with a permanent blush and a stupid-sa smile plastered on my face.

Baas - bahut ho gaya yeh blush waash!!

Yaar Asya, this keeps getting better and better...

It's awesome asya...I loved it...this is wat I loved about your writings...you always show wats going on in their minds deeply...and wat Annika thinks is always cute

Thanks for the PM dear..