Okay so I really don't know when to give warnings, but I guess this is slightly 16+
Background: Pre-marriage, before Daksh's entry.
All eight pairs of eyes were transfixed on the bottle, that seemed to be spinning on forever. They were all waiting in anticipation to see exactly who the bottle would point towards, but a few people in particular were extra anxious. Since Annika had been the one to spin it, she was, ofcourse, dreading the moment it would stop. Om, Rudra, Saumya, and Mallika (who was spending the night in the Oberoi Mansion along with her husband), were nervous too- if it didn't land on Shivaay, their plan would be ruined. Shivaay himself, was unsure of what he was feeling. Ofcourse, he would be glad if it did land on him, but the reason was unknown to him.
Maybe I just don't want it to land on that stupid friend of Om's, Rohit, he thought bitterly. According to him, Rohit, who had come to spend the night here too, had been eyeing Annika a bit too much. The two had hit it off instantly, and the way he kept staring at Annika and laugh at everything she said, was giving Shivaay all sorts of, what was it? Yeah, michmichis.
As the bottle finally started to slow down, the gang seated around the poolside held their breaths. It was coming to a stop, slowly, slowly, until-
"NO!"
Everyone looked up at Shivaay surprised. The way he had suddenly got up and stopped the bottle, making it point towards him, was so out of character of him that the others didn't know what to say. They only continued staring at him, their faces depicting various types of astonishment. Shivaay didn't know what to say in answer to their looks. He couldn't possibly tell them the truth, could he? No, ofcourse not. If he even mentioned something along the lines of how he couldn't bear it that the bottle was going to stop at Rohit, and hence he had to stop it and make it point towards him, they would never let him live it down. No, better come up with something else fast.
"Uh, the thing is that," he fumbled with his words, looking here and there to avoid eye contact with literally everyone, "the bottle was, uh, yeah! It was taking to long to stop. I mean, did you see it, it was just going round and round and round. Made my head dizzy, really." He finished off awkwardly.
Rudra was the first to break the silence that followed Shivaay's reasoning. Smirking, he looked at his brother with his boyish, mischievous look.
"Of course, Bhaiya. We believe you. It is only natural that you would stop the bottle and make it land towards you. To stop the dizziness, I mean," he added hastily, seeing Shivaay glaring at him.
"Anyway," Mallika squealed excitedly, getting up from the couch and clapping her hands, "now that the bottle has landed on you, Shivaay, it's time for you and Annika to retire to the closet! You know the rules, don't you?"
They did. The rules were simple enough. The person who had spun the bottle, and the one it had landed on, would have to go to a specified closet together. It would just be the two of them in there, for 7 whole minutes. What they did in there was entirely up to them, though it usually inevitably ended up in a heated make-out session when two single people entered...
Well, Shivaay wasn't single, per say, but Tia was away for the weekend to some secluded island to clean her aura' or something, so it was easier to pretend that he was.
As Shivaay nodded to Mallika's question, he noticed from the corner of his eyes that Rohit did infact look disappointed. Shivaay smirked at that.
There go your plans down the drain, loser.
Amidst all this, he hadn't gotten the time to look at Annika to gauge her reaction. Was she okay with this? What if she thought he was a, uh, a cheapda? Gulping, Shivaay turned towards her, only to find that she had her head bowed, and her hair was making a curtain around her face that made it impossible to see her expression. Thankfully, Om came to his rescue.
"Annika, are you ready?" He asked her gently. Leave it up to Om to be the considerate one.
When she finally looked up, Shivaay could see that her cheeks were pink. The sight made his heart fill up with pride, for reasons unknown to him.
"Yeah, I am," Annika replied, getting up from her seat. The soft voice and calm persona seemed very uncharacteristic of her, but no one said anything. While OmRu, Saumya and Mallika were excited beyond measure that their plan was working- of getting Shivaay and Annika in that closet together and maybe make them finally acknowledge their attraction and admit their feelings- Sidhhart Vikram Rana looked on with a hint of disinterest. Rohit, on the other hand, was fuming. He had instantly developed a crush on the gorgeous Annika when Om had introduced them earlier, and was infuriated that Shivaay Singh Oberoi had snatched away his chance of spending some time alone with her. He was about to call him out on his blatant cheating, but then thought the better of it. Shivaay was engaged to someone else, so he couldn't possibly be interested in Annika, right? Sighing, Rohit just thought of letting it go. Better not to mess with Shivaay Singh Oberoi.
Clearing his throat, Shivaay gestured for Annika to lead the way. The closet was located in one of the storerooms down the hall, quite far from where the others were sitting; the privacy it would provide was why Rudra had insisted on that particular one. Well, it's not like anyone was complaining.
"So guys," Rudra spoke up excitedly. "I'll start the timer in one minute, and when your 7 minutes are over, I'll come and let you know, okay? And don't worry, I'll knock before entering!" He added with a wink.
Annika blushed, and was about to start walking, when Mallika neared her and slowly whispered.
"Don't be nervous, okay? You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. It's completely up to you."
Annika nodded with a grateful smile. She was trying to appear normal, but there was havoc going on inside her. To be in an enclosed space with the stupid baggad billa, Oh God! She had been trying to stay away from him since the whole intoxicated incident, after which he had proposed to Tia, and now she would have to spend seven whole minutes with him alone.
Why do you do this to me, God? Annika thought as she helplessly looked upwards. I shouldn't have agreed to play this stupid game in the first place, she huffed.
She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt Shivaay's hand on the small of her back. The sudden touch made her jump, and Shivaay instantly let go.
"Um," he said awkwardly, "Let's go."
As they made their way down the hall, they could hear various hoot calls, whistles, and best of lucks' from the group. Shivaay tried not to grin seeing Annika's uncomfortable state. She was fidgeting with the bottom of the top she was wearing, and her cheeks were almost red now. Shivaay could almost hear her loud breathing.
"Annika?" He suddenly called out. They had almost reached the walk-in closet.
"Yeah?" She asked, turning around.
Shivaay looked at her for a moment, before shrugging.
"Nothing, let's go."
Annika looked at him suspiciously, before entering. The walk-in closet was quite long, and entirely empty. There was no light inside, and Annika, with her fear of darkness, instantly backed out, making her back hit Shivaay's chest.
"What's wrong?" Shivaay asked, rubbing his chest.
"N-nothing." Annika stuttered. She didn't want to fall weak in front of him. Taking a deep breath, she remembered the mantra which helped her in times like this.
Usse bhi kya darna jise jugnu harade, she repeated this in her mind a couple of times, her eyes closed. Shivaay observed her confusedly for a while, before it struck him- she was afraid of the dark.
Moving past her and into the closet, he felt the walls with his hand to find the light switch. He finally found it, and turned it on, making Annika open her eyes. The light cast a dim, yellowish-glow in the wardrobe. It wasn't bright, but just enough to help them see each other's silhouette.
"This is the only light in here," Shivaay said. "Are you okay with it? I mean, we could always just leave, it's a stupid game anyway..."
Please say no, please say no, he thought desperately.
"No, I'm fine." Annika replied, and Shivaay let out the breath he was holding. He went and closed the door, as was the rule, and walked in to the other corner, not knowing what to do. Annika followed behind him. The closet was extremely narrow, so that they were always in close proximity. The air was charged and electrified, as was always the case when they were together. It was hard to ignore, but both tried their best.
There were a few moments of awkward silence, as none knew what to say or do. Finally, Annika spoke up to diffuse the tension a bit.
"You're right, though," she said, making Shivaay look at her with furrowed brows. "I mean, this is a stupid game. If it wasn't Rudra's emotional blackmail and puppy-dog face, I would never have agreed."
Shivaay snorted.
"Well, that's a wonder. We're finally agreeing on something, huh? Usually everything you say or do is so damn stupid that I would never-"
"Hey! What do you mean by that?" Annika exclaimed, getting into her defiant attitude.
"Exactly what I said," Shivaay said, shrugging his shoulders.
"You stupid baggad billa, I'm not stupid. YOU'RE stupid. Huh!" She said with that trademark jerk of her head.
Shivaay flared up at that. Yanking her by the waist, he pulled her close and crushed their torsos together. Annika's hand automatically went on his shoulders.
"What did you just call me?" Shivaay breathed on to her face. Their lips were centimetres apart.
"Exactly what you heard." She replied calmly, copying him from earlier.
Shivaay growled low in his throat.
"Apologize." He said in a commanding voice.
"Make me." Annika replied with just as much arrogance.
That did it. The kind of sexual tension that was created with those two simple words, Shivaay couldn't hold back anymore. His eyes wandered towards her pink, plump lips, and he had that recurring desire to taste them, to feel them under his, even if for a moment. When she noticed the fire with which he was eyeing her mouth, Annika but her lower lip impulsively. That was the last straw, and with a low, deep groan, Shivaay crashed his lips against hers.
Annika was stunned for a moment. She didn't know how to respond, and whether or no she should. After all, this was Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Who was engaged. Whose wedding she was planning. But when Shivaay moved his lips against hers, urging her to reciprocate, all the questions and inhibitions about right and wrong fled her mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and kissed him back with equal enthusiasm. Equal passion.
Both of them were on cloud nine, or on heaven, as the game's name correctly suggested. Shivaay propped open her mouth with his tongue, and both of them moaned when their tongues came in contact. They fought to gain dominance; after all, wasn't their relationship all about takkar? Soon, they had to break apart in order to breath. Even then, Shivaay kept peppering kisses all over her face- her cheeks, jaw, anywhere he could reach.
"We shouldn't be doing this." Annika said so softly, Shivaay barely heard her.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck, and whispered huskily,
"Our seven minutes will be over soon, Annika. Let's not waste time now, and worry about the consequences later. Let's steal these few moments, just for ourselves."
The movement of his lips in her neck made Annika moan, and she decided not to fight this. If they didn't get it out of their system, the attraction, the spark- it would end up killing them
Boldly, she pulled him by the hair and caught his lips by her own again. She led the kiss this time, not holding, biting his lip and entwining their tongues. This decisiveness of hers turned Shivaay on even more.
My tigress, he thought as he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Backing her up against the wall, he moved his mouth to her neck again, biting and then soothing the bites with open mouthed kisses. Annika pulled at his hair wildly, making noises she never knew she was capable of. As his hands moved under her top and caressed her bare waist, Annika for the first time allowed herself to think something she had always ignored.
I wish he was mine.
And then he touched her breasts through her lacy bra and she wasn't capable of thinking anymore. Shivaay groaned in a manly way, that made her feel all sorts of bliss. She had never felt so feminine, so womanly before. Wanting to feel more of all this, feel more of him, she rubbed her hands all over her broad shoulders as he went on to kiss her swollen lips again. She was just about to remove his kurta when-
RAP RAP
There were two loud knocks on the closet door, at which Annika instantly pulled away from the lip lock. Shivaay however was too lost in her to acknowledge it, and he kept on placing soft kisses along her jawline. Another knock, and the shrill voice of Rudra calling out Time's over! , and Shivaay finally came to his senses too. They looked at each other or a second, then Annika hurriedly got down from where she was wrapped around him. When Rudra's knocking didn't stop, Shivaay impatiently shouted,
"We're coming, alright! Give us a minute!"
They could vaguely hear Rudra say in a whiny voice that that was against the rules, but decided to ignore it. They had much more important things to do, such as calm down their erratic breathing and make their dishevelled appearance presentable. As Shivaay tried to tame down his usually perfectly gelled, and now horrendously messed up hair, Annika too ran her fingers through her hair a few times. Her top had become all wrinkly, and there was nothing she could do about it than pressing her hands over it in an attempt to smooth it out. She rubbed the back of her hand over her mouth once, to remove any trace of lipstick, or, well, saliva. After these feeble attempts to hide their deeds, they looked at each other once, before hurriedly looking away to avoid the awkwardness that ensued. Annika started moving towards the door, before, remembering something, she turned around to face him again. Shivaay looked at her curiosly, but without answering, Annika slowly rubbed her thumb over and around his lips. Shivaay swallowed hard at that; his hormones were raging as it is, and now she was making it even harder for him to remain calm, literally. He would probably need to stay in the cold shower all night...
"You had lipstick marks on your mouth." Annika said to him while blushing furiously herself. Shivaay could only come up with a "Oh" before he too noticed something. Slowly, her moved her hair from behind her, and put them over one shoulder.
"You, um, have...marks there."
Annika looked at him confusedly.
"Marks?" she exclaimed. "How can I have marks there? I take great care of my skin, I'll have you know. How can I possib-"
Shivaay could only think of one way to stop her shouting, and that was to place his lips against hers. When he finally pulled back, for although he wanted to kiss her forever he knew that the others would come looking for them if they took any longer, he said to her with a smirk.
"Those are marks that I have given you. A little while back. You know, when we were-"
"I get it, I get it." Annika stopped him from continuing. She was embarrassed as it was, and that arrogant smirk of his wasn't helping much. "We should go now."
Shivaay grinned at her shyness.
She really is something, he thought. A tigress one minute and a shy lamb the next. I wonder what she'd be like in bed...
Shaking his head at that, he followed her outside the closet. They would have a lot of explaining to do when they met the others, such as what they had been doing, and why it took them so long to come. But something told Shivaay that no matter what explanation he and Annika gave, one look at the both and everyone would know exactly what they had been upto. The thought made him ecstatic. That stupid Rohit would finally get the hint and back off. And also, as long as he was being teased because of, and with, Annika, he really didn't mind. Infact, he liked it a bit too much.
We should really play this game more often, he thought with a smile as he followed behind Annika to the poolside.
The End
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