Oye Oye Shivika OS

Oye Oye OS

In the midst of the reigning chaos that threatened to douse the light of Oberoi Mansion, two impatient knocks at the door were more than enough for Shivaay's tensed and slumped shoulders to straighten as he stood up hastily and speed-walked to the door, and stopped just in time to plaster on a serene face to his much anticipated late night visitor. Opening the door, he smelled her before he could even set his eyes on that glowing face of hers. She smelt of her bath soap mixed with the vibrant and citrusy scent of her shampoo, both of which were swallowed whole by an entirely different fragrance, one that was indigenous to her. Before he could take a few small moments to admire her cutely pouted lips and furrowed eyebrows, his wife literally pushed him into the room, muttering and cursing him, snapping him out of his longing and yearning for her.

"What's wrong with you? I know we planned this well but still that doesn't mean that you can stand and stare at me with those kanji aankhen of yours in the middle of the corridor" she chided, squinting her eyes, as she spoke exasperatedly.

"Before you criticize me you should look at yourself. You barged in here without even saying our password, you fool"

"You mean code word" she raised her eyebrows.

"And did you just call me a fool? Listen Mr"

"Arrey Bhabhi, why are you scolding bhaiya so much? Talk nicely to him na, recipes ki bare mein" Rudra winked causing Annika's mouth to drop to a huge O shape and she began to blush scandalously.

"Rceipes?" Priyanka's eyes widened at Annika.

"Shut up Rudra" Shivaay said, trying to cover it up before the rest of the psychotic people could catch up but luck was definitely not in his favour.

"Recipes? Annika wah you're trying to take cooking tips from my Shivaay na, how sweets. Waise what are you plannings to make for my Shivaay? Tell na" Pinky beamed proudly at her newly joined member of the circle of persons she truly held close to her heart as she walked towards her.

"Arrey no auntyji... actually... woh .. main" Annika stuttered, her eyes darting towards her husband who had the audacity to grin.

Im looking at him for help and this insufferable man is grinning. She thought.

"Mom actually I was advising Annika. You see she has a habit of raising the heat and burning things when she's in the kitchen.. I mean you know she tends to burn what she cooking" He says, smirking.

Annika gave Shivaay a menacing stare and shook her head, promising to pay him back with interest.

Rudra sensed what his brother was doing and decided to be loyal to his one and only Annika Bhabhi.

"Bhaiya yeh sab chodi. Lets talk about our plan."

"Yes Shivaay what do we do next?" Shakti and Tej got up from the sofa and joined them.

"Khanna will handle everything from here. You guys just stay alert and I will text you when it is time."

"Shivaay won't you tell them about the password?" Annika probed.

"It's code word. And yea right so this light bulb over here decided we should have a code word to make sure it's the real me." He said pausing to roll his eyes at his wife who looked like a proud peacock, contemplating her code words in her mind.

"Okay you know you have to tell us so we would know right?" Priyanka facepalmed.

Rudra gasped dramatically.

"Oh my Mata Unless this is that Farzi Bhaiya and you are trying to get the password from us"

"Dumb-bell, he's downstairs sleeping. Anyways the code word is... uh... Bablu"

"Bablu?" Shakti and Tej cringed while Priyanka and Rudra grinned knowing only Annika would come up with something like that.

"Bablu awww yeh toh bahut pyaari naam hain" Pinky chirped.

"Dekho, see aapki mummji bhi agrees with me" Annika says righteously.

"Yeah yeah whatever. And the code for danger is Oye Oye, again courtesy this nutcase I like to call my wife" he says rolling his eyes, and slightly smirking when he notices the tinge of red that adorns Annika's face as he lets his words escape his mouth.

Soon after the family leaves to their respective rooms, leaving Annika and Shivaay having the attic room to themselves. Annika was supposedly sleeping with Prinku tonight as she had come to their room and wanted to borrow her for the night. After all she was her closest friend and a girl needs someone to be there with her during this time. She had rehearsed her reasoning and quite frankly, fake SSO did not even need any convincing. He happily sent Annika out of the room and jumped into his bed. Annika had given him water with sleeping pills to ensure he did not wake up in the middle of the night and have any reason to figure out she was not with Priyanka. Also this ensured he would wake up late, allowing her enough time to have her morning start off with her husband before launching into their crazy plans to expose the Fake Shivaay.

Annika scanned the room as she walked towards Shivaay.

"I didn't even know this room existed"

"Yea it used to be a store room but we cleared it out since we have use for it now."

"Looks pretty good" It was smaller than their room but still big enough. There was a huge bed with navy blue and white sheets and pillows, the room itself was painted a soft bluish grey and the sofa was teal. There was a desk and she could see her workaholic had his laptop and phone and some files already stacked on it, as if he had been living in this room for more than three days.

"It does' He said, looking straight at her and moving closer, his eyes threatening to pierce through her soul.

"Shivaay" she bit out in a whisper, aware that he was closing in on her.

"Bablu" he said, smiling slightly and extending his arms, to take her into a hug.

"I hope all this is over soon" she sighed, wrapping her arms tightly around him. Her voice broke slightly and he could tell she had become weary after the day. After all every day was a challenge for them all, so he could not begin to imagine her plight having to be so close to the other Shivaay.

"It will be. In the meantime, however we can..." he pulled out of her embrace and raised an eyebrow, intending to get her out of her mood.

"Listen, if you want to talk about dard and your kanji eyes, then I suggest you shut up and go to sleep and let me sleep too" she said as she read his mind and stopped him by raising the palm of her hand and blurting out her thoughts as she realized if she stood next to him for even a second, her flustered thoughts would be her undoing. All over again.

He laughed slightly as she tried to move past him and towards the bed and held her arm, pulling her into him.

"Running away from me won't be beneficial to you"

"I'm not running. Kya main tumhe cheeta ki tarah dikhte hain?" She muttered, trying to free herself.

"Just answer my question and I'll let go" he leaned in to her whisper low in his throat.

"Kon... konsi sawaal?" she stammered out, her sanity beginning to dwindle with his proximity. He was almost breathing down on her.

He squeezed her arm tightly and pushed her even more against his torso. "Dard hua?"

She took a deep breath in, gathering her courage to speak. "Nahi. Ab main jao?" she asked calmly, stunning him, and quickly escaped his grasp.

However Shivaay acted with haste and in no time he had her pinned between him and wall that housed the bed-head.

"Shivaay what are you..."

"Shhh" he whispered, placing a hand on her cheek and gently caressing her with his thumb.

"Annikaa" he said ever so softly, it was almost as if he didn't even speak out loud at all. His delicate hushed tone sending sharp jagged but oh so sweet chills climbing down her spine and melting to swoosh around through her entire body, his essence coursing through her very being.

Something broke in Annika at that moment. All reason of thought. One minute she found herself in a puddle at his feet begging for more of his breathless words and electrocuting touches. The next, she heard the thuds of his heartbeat hammering against her own chest and remembering the way he nearly embarrassed her in front of the family, she squinted her eyes, ready to turn the tables on him.

"I think I should ask you that question" she said carefully, causing him to open his eyes which were slowly drooping down on him, lost in their closeness.

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"This was all your doing right? You asked me to tell him to let me stay with Prinku. You made Prinku make up that story and come to our room to drag me away just so he won't get suspicious. You were the one telling me to stay the night with you up here when you saw me going to our room to sleep. Why Shivaay? jab tum mujhe uske saath dekhe kya tumhe chot lagee hai?"

Shivaay was stunned into silence.

"Jab tum chup chup ke mujhse milti hain, kya tumhe dard hota hai?"

She moved closer to him, moving one hand from his shoulder slowly upwards, to touch his face.

She saw him inhale sharply at her touch and inwardly grinned yet she was overwhelmed by their situation to such an extent that she couldn't even properly give attention to her victory and before she knew it, her own eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.

"Shivaay, jab aap yahan akele main hain, aur main uske saath, humare kamre main hain, tumhen chot lagee hai na?"

"Stop it Annika" he says as he clasps his pam over her mouth.

"Haan, bahut dard hata hai. Bahut zyada" he says wistfully shaking his head and finally removing his palm, and replacing it around her waist.

"Shivaay..." she whispers softly, her fingers leaving his cheek and sliding down to his neck while her other hand moved to rake through his hair.

"Hmm" he said irritatedly as she left her words hanging.

"Mujhe bhi."

"Kya?"

"Dard hota hai" she admitted and in a matter of seconds, SSO Taadibaaz was back.

"So finally you admit it," he grinned as he leaned his forehead to touch hers and for a moment it was as though they breathed and inhaled each other's air.

Catching on to his smug expression, she snapped out of her emotional zone as well.

"Mmm" she said and moved forward to caress his left cheek with hers, still running her fingers through his hair.

"What .."

"Shhh" she shut him up by shhh-ing him right into his ear. In response to this she felt his hold on her petit waist tighten and suddenly she felt as if she was glued on to his torso.

She leaned further, and allowed her lips to almost touch his earlobe and she was finally able to completely disarm her husband as he hissed sharply, dug his fingers into her hips and dipped his head, his chin resting on her shoulder.

This woman is driving me nuts. So this is what it feels like? To be helpless under my touch. No wonder she blushes so much. He thought.

She let her lips trail downwards, and it was the lack of contact that had Shivaay feeling his desire to be touched by his wife, in even the most simple way, on overdrive.

Just lean closer and kiss me God dammit, these teased ministrations will be the death of me. It's best that I murder myself and trap myself in this murder case only.

"Stop it Annika" He said through his clenched teeth.

"Kyun? Dard hua?" she said cheekily, letting her fingers glide through his hair and slide to down the back of his neck stroking the fine hairs there.

"Nahi" he groaned gutturally, holding on to his ego.

"Good" he could have felt her lashes flutter against his neck as she smiled.

Again she drifted her lips from his earlobe through his jaw and down to his neck, without actually touching his skin, only the ghost of a touch.

"To hell with it. Bahut dard ho raha hain" he cursed and cupped the back of her neck, which inevitably pushed her closer ,her lips finally touching his skin, and like an elixir, slowly dragging him back from the edge.

She kissed his neck softly and pulled back to look at him, grinning widely. His eyes were shut, his pink lips slightly parted, his breaths were deep and hoarse. He was disheveled under her touch. The thought made her insides squirm. She had done this to him. She had brought this Bhagad Billa to his knees with just the mere touch of her fingertips. Oh how much times had changed.

She then leaned back against the wall casually blowing her fingernails.

He opened his eyes and looked at her pointedly, and processed what just happened, looking at the devil in front of him, proudly yet slightly embarrassed.

"Did you like it?" she smirked.

"What?" He pretended not to catch on but insides, he was totally blown away that this Jhansi ki Rani had such a different avatar all together.

"Looking at your condition, something comes to mind" she continued, biting down on her lip and nodding innocently.

"What's that now? What nonsense are you gonna start?" he scoffed, folding his arms, straightening his kurta to feel in control once again.

She leaned forward and he looked almost terrified at her advancements when she stopped, and licking her lips she looked him straight in the eye. "Oye Oye"

"What?" he asked confused and turns around , looking around the room quickly.

"Don't say the code word just like that for no reason What the hell Annika?" he scolds, one hand on his hip and the other holding his head.

"Buddhu Singh Oberoi, Farzi is downstairs knocked out, relax. And besides I was not referring to that type of danger" she stated matter of factly.

"What? Then what are you.." he was cut off as she took his hand and wrapped her palm around his , forming a fist and then placed their hands on his chest, like he did earlier that day.

"This danger" she says softly, raising her eyebrows at him.

"You think you're very smart but Hum dono khatre main hain, sirf main nahin" he said and takes her palm off his fist and brought it to his lips. "Kuch feel hua" he smirked, remembering their Farak nahi padta games.

"Nahi" she said breathlessly.

"Fine. Look at what I'll make of you now" he said determinedly, walking her back to the wall and locking her with his arms on either side of her, pressing his palms into the wall.

"Shivaay, what are you doing" She was taken aback at his fierceness. His hot breath was fanning her face.

"Shivaay your eyes are becoming an even bluer shade of blue. What on earth are you thinking about?' That glow was there. It bedazzled her and perplexed her. Was it wonder? Was it mischievousness? Was is fire? Was it amazement? Maybe it was all of those in one, folded into the perfect configuration of blistering yearning.

"Shhh" he said closing in on her lips.

"Abhi tumhara oye oye ho jayenge" he whispered on her lips before closing the minute distance between them, whisking her away, once and for all.

As if they had done this thousands of time, her hands immediately snaked around his neck and he locked his palms on the small of her back, pulling her more and more into him, if that were even humanly possible. Light pecks turned in to harder, passionate lip locks and when she gasped for breath, Shivaay wasted no time in exploring her mouth and ensuing her tongue into a fight for dominance. Her lips caressed his softly, and then harshly. She was everything he needed. She met his every moment, his every advance with equal intensity, with equal longing, with equal softness and with equal passion. Breaths tangled and emotions explosive, the kiss was a volcanic eruption that was overdue and neither could stop until they deemed the capability to breathe more important.

Chests heaving against each other's, foreheads touching and lips slightly parted as they took some deep breaths, Annika felt her heart beat break the scale and wondered if her heart running a marathon was a healthy action.

"Sooo" he was the first to break the silence, pulling away slightly to look at her, his hands still wrapped tightly around her waist. He knew how much he loved to hold her there. By now, she was figuring it out too. He raised his eyebrow, in expectancy, waiting to hear how his wife would deal with him.

"Recipe kaafi achha tha" she said shrugging her shouldering, indifferently, gathering what was left of her.

"Kaafi achha? Bahut achha nahi?" he smirked.

"Nahi toh. Bas theek tha" she says yawning, slowly composing herself.

"Well, Mrs Shivaay Singh Oberoi, let me change that right this instance." he said without waiting for a second and smacking his lips onto hers once more.