ShivIka OS- Rohit, Rohit and Rohit

This is a lame piece of work😆

I would say run back now🤣

If you still wish to read, scroll down...

But at your own risk😉

A little background- This is after Tia exposed, Anika's fake ML track ended. Everyone from OM has gone somewhere [I don't know where. Assume as per your wish😆] except ShivIka. All is well between ShivIka😉

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Rohit, Rohit and Rohit😆😆

"Shut up, Anika."

"Why should I?"

"Anika, I said, shut up and leave me alone. I don't want to talk now."

"Do I look like your personal robot to you? Jab marzi hui baat karli aur jab marzi hui bahar nikal diya?"

"Ah, forget it. I... I saw it, okay?"

"What?"

"I am not fool alright? I clearly did see... how he was getting closer to you. Dekha maine, kaise chipak raha tha wo tumse."

"Oh my... Mr. Tadibaaz... The Shivaay Singh Oberoi is getting jealous... is it?"

Oh, how much she enjoyed that annoyed look on his face. She absolutely did. It's not every day; she gets to see the possessively jealous side of her husband. She must go and hug him who brought this side of Mr. SSO in front of her... If not him, she would have never be able to see how... how jealous he can be.

** Kuch Samay Pehle **

"Rohit?"

Anika asked out of surprise, on finding her childhood best friend, right at her door. It had been years, since she saw him last. He was one companion, friend, guide and more importantly someone, she could share her everything with, in her orphanage. But after few years, someone adopted him and thus, they never met after that. Even though, they never met after orphanage, they were in contact through phone but recently, many things happened in her life which didn't let her focus on anything else.

She had missed him, had missed her only friend, in past years. The first thing, she naturally did was, to run and hug him. Happily wrapping his arms around her back, he whispered, "Anika," with smile doesn't leaving his face even for a fraction of moment. "You weren't picking up my calls. I was worried." He added, in a concerned tone, breaking the hug.

"Sorry." She quickly mumbled an apology knowing he must have been tensed. "Just too much happened, in these days."

"You could have dropped a message Anika." Stepping closer to her, he almost said out in a complaining voice. She held her ears, making him smile fondly at her cuteness.

"How did you find the address by the way?" She was pretty curious as she never told him about her marriage or anything else.

"I am your best friend. Ab utna dhoonda to banta hai... Gorgeous." Leaning forward, he removed his glares, winking at her.

He hasn't changed. She laughed hearing his old way of addressing her. Hitting on his chest lightly, she shook her head, "Tum bhi na..."

"Come." Gripping his wrist, she dragged him to the couch. "You sit here. I'll be back with tea."

He nodded, letting her go.

She came back within five minutes with a cup of tea for him, and sat beside him, talking what they had missed about each other in past years.

"So, you married?" He asked, noticing the vermillion in her partition. She quickly said yes, with a smile crept on her lips. She skipped out the details of her marriage, along with the every-thing she had to face. Holding her hand, he brought it closer and kissed it, "I am so happy for you, Anika." Despite of being surprised, she simply smiled, knowing he loves her as a friend.

Unaware of them, a pair of eyes witnessed the entire scenario from upstairs. His fist clenched as his anger reached to the threshold, seeing a stranger getting so close to his wife. Possessiveness, jealousy, frustration... everything was evident, clear as crystal in his eyes. The burning gaze of him, setting an entire atmosphere on fire, a blazing tornado was brewing inside him, ready to explode at any moment, destroying each and everything.

"Shivaay..." She called, when she caught a glimpse of him, signalling him to come down, eager to introduce him to her best friend, little did she know, she was giving an open invitation to troubles for herself.

Descending down, he walked up to them, glaring at Rohit who stared back at him, wondering what exactly he had done to deserve the wrath of the man standing next to him.

"Rohit... Meet Shivaay, my husband and Shivaay, this is Rohit, my childhood best friend."

His muscles tensed when she finished introducing. Rohit. The first thing, his already crazy mind, could register was his name, Rohit. His gaze shifted and stuck on her, as he stared at her with a look screaming... Have-you-lost-it?

She found his behaviour... um... weird. She kept thinking of the possibilities that could have made him upset rather angry but she couldn't recall anything. In fact, surprisingly, they hadn't even fought since complete two days. Not even in her wildest thought, she could imagine that, Rohit could be the reason of his foul mood.

"Hello." Rohit forwarded his hand, towards Shivaay, greeting him while Shivaay still stood, unaffected with his any saying, still staring at his wife. She quickly walked closer to Shivaay, squeezing his arm lightly. As if it was going to help.

"Hi." Shivaay finally looked at the guy, who was so called best friend of his wife, the fact that was acting as a catalyst in his temper.

Rohit seemed to have sensed the tension in the air and the speedily dropping patience of Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Faking a call, he took a leave from there and he was out of OM within two minutes, leaving a confused Anika and fuming Shivaay behind.

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"What did you mean by that?" She asked innocently, pretending to be unaware of his every word.

"Don't act now. You very well know what and whom am I talking about. YOUR best friend... YOUR Rohit..." he exaggerated, emphasizing on YOUR'... She was laughing like a maniac, in her mind, but successfully controlled in front of him.

"Now I get it... why were you so desperate on using this name when you were faking ML... because that wasn't any random name... that person actually exists."

She was snapped out of her enjoying mode hearing his baseless logic. Well, that actually had logic. "Desperate? What rubbish?"

"Oh now I am getting everything. You like him, don't you?"

"Of course I do." She blurted out, and saw his forehead stretching and that's when she realized what she said, "I like him as a FRIEND." She corrected, sighing.

"As a friend... as a friend..." He laughed sarcastically, pacing in frustration.

"What are your favourite movies, Anika?" He asked, sweetly.

She held her head, irritated over his changing behaviour. Calm down, Anika. May be he had realized. She made herself understand and thought a while, "Um... Kaho na pyar hai." She said out, remembering her all time favourite movie.

"What IS the name of hero in movie?"

"Rohit," she replied in a obvious tone and gazed in his eyes, getting what he was trying to do. She slapped her head.

"Come on, one more. Koi Mil gaya, thats also your favourite movie right? It again, involves a hero named ROHIT."

"Oh god." She sat on bed, hearing at her husband's ever so unusual way of speaking. Since when, he had started talking this way?

"By the way, how do you know about these? As far as I know, you are pappu' in knowledge of hindi movies."

"Google." He ran his hand through his hairs, answering.

"Mujhe to pata hi nahi tha, aap mere bare me itna sochte hai ke mere movies ke bare me search karte hai..." She said dreamily but soon came back to reality with his glares.

"Like those movies, you also wanted your hero Rohit' right?" Now the jealousy was getting converted into hurt and pain.

"Kya bakwas kar rahe hai aap?" She was thinking of ways to make her husband understand. "Stop it. Kabse Rohit, Rohit, Rohit lagakar rakha hai."

"How dare he kiss you?" Jealousy again overpowered.

Without waiting for her to answer, he snaked his hands around her, lifting her from the ground and walked to the pool area and threw her in the pool. Bringing herself up from the water, she removed her hairs which were blocking her vision. Poor girl, she was shocked beyond limits to understand what happened with her.

Before she could react and roam her gaze to find him, he jumped in water and came right in front of her.

Sliding his hands down, he settled them on her bare waist, and pulled her towards him in a swift. Her hands automatically stilled on his chest. She pushed him very next moment, "We may be in a relation of marriage. But you can't get this close to me. I cant surrender myself to someone, who feels nothing for me."

Her words stabbed his heart like a sharpened knife. "You think I feel nothing for you?"

"Did you ever you do?"

"Is it necessary to verbalize everything?"

"Yes it is. For me, it is."

"You are my wife." He pulled her back again, letting her land on his chest. Grabbing her hand, he rested it on his heart, "If this heart exists, then it beats for only you." Leaning forward, he whispered, "I feel everything, for only you." Reverting back, he gazed deep in her eyes like there was no tomorrow, "I love you, more than I think I can."

If only she hadn't lost in the beautiful world she saw in his eyes, and in his magical confession, she would have done a victory dance for making it confess his feelings. But she forgot everything with his words, with him.

"Rohit' may be a hero of my favourite movies but YOU are hero of my life. And I love my real hero more than any fictional character. And about my best friend," she paused only to find impatience in his eyes to know what she was going to say. She must admit, the jealous side of her husband was not only cute but adorable. She had thrown herself in his arms unable to hold herself anymore."Then, he also comes AFTER MY hero. You are the one and you are the only one. I love you too, Shivaay." She mumbled in his chest, after a while in her soft voice. They stood holding each other, listening to their heartbeats which were in unison.

He broke the hug, and stared at her beautiful face. His hand travelled upwards, through her hairs, holding her by nape, lifting her face upwards. Bending his face a bit, he leaned forward looking if she was uncomfortable. He leaned further on not finding any and let her lips linger on her soft ones, for a while before he made them melt in the beautiful moment.

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Absolutely no criticism is welcomed for this😆... You are not supposed to look for any logic in this. And no questions regarding the same [ there hardly is any] I had already warned you😈🤣

I don't know what made me write this.

If you have anything to share about this piece, go ahead. I would love to know😆❤️

An Important Note:

Readers of 'Journey' and 'The One I Wished For'... I was on holidays so updated back to back. But now I am re-stepping in my crazy busy life So don't expect an update anytime sooner.