What is an average weekend for you? A lazy morning with 11 o clock alarms, a lavish lunch by the poolside, a coffee date with your counterpart or maybe a royal dinner with family, isn't it? But well hello, welcome to my world, the world of the mighty Shivaay Singh Oberoi, where peace ceases to exist and serenity would evade me like poverty does. Ah, sounds lovely, doesn't it?
And right when I decide that my share of stress for the day is done with, life knocks at my door with a gift-wrapped present that says, "Hey handsome, I'm back to f**k with your head again. Miss me?"
"BABY!" A shrill voice echoed in my once silent room.
I turn to face my fiance with a nod of acknowledgement.
"Aw, Shivaay baby, mom sent me up here to fetch you for a little game of supervision. The universe is bringing us together in a grand wedding, and we are to make sure that it's worth the attention of the world!" She beamed proudly.
"What is she paying you with?" I humored her.
"Well, there is nothing better than Creme Cup, Cyber and Ruby Woo!" Her brown curls flopped as she skipped from toe to toe. Oh, here we go! It seems like Mac lipsticks are the perfect way to bribe women into doing nonsense.
"Now, baby, let's get going." She chimed, dragging my out of room.
My dearest Goddesses of Nirvana, am I to check on people, again? We just did that last week! What am I, some FBI officer or a high degree detective?
Well, hell!
"Come my beloved; let us pay a visit to that inauspicious minx first!" She stalked off mischievously and I narrowed my eyes. "Um, I mean the stage and Anika, what if she decorated it in some obnoxious, monster like way?"
"Okay, but this is the last time Tia, promise?" I gave in to the girl who clung on to my arm, and kissed the top of her head as she forced me out into the hallway.
She looked up at me, her coal-black eyes twinkling as a genuine smile replaced her over the top one. "I promise." Her words were gentle as she led me around.
Tia Kapoor wasn't really the hag from hell as my Dumbbell Oberoi and his herd portrayed her to be. I mean she is exquisite. She is pretty, and even the best of the best would admit that, plus she can be intelligent too. Sometimes!
FLASH NEWS- Tia Kapoor has a caring heart, only for the people who care for her too!
I tightened my grip around her hand and let her lean into me. My head was a scramble of thoughts and questions. But what if she is this finicky version solely for my eyes?
Nah, she is just too self-absorbed, that's all. And for this past month that I have really gotten to know her, she is pretty nice to be with, even though she gets too clingy at times which as a matter of fact, grates on my nerves.
Darn, why do my brothers hate her so much? And Anika, that woman seems to be way too polite around Tia these days. Suspicion is a bad disease.
Well, talking about Miss Anika, I haven't really seen her mess around and cause hullabaloo for like an hour. Something is seriously wrong with her!
Whoa, calm down Shivaay, you should be glad that she is not around, because where ever she goes trouble and hassle tread on her heels. And the place where she sets her mighty Chameli secured foot down upon is magically modified into a Jungle of Chaos, where Miss Anika-The Troublemaker is a Tarzan!
"Honey, do you remember I told you about my best friend, Sara?" Tia's voice zapped me out of my reverie.
"Sara? Oh yeah, the one who is joining us this week?" I catechized.
"Correct. She'll be here today, back from London and then we- Oh my, my! She bloodied the whole thing up! Seriously, this thing is all, RED! Such terrible vibes!" Her nose scrunched up in disgust. "It won't even match my gown tomorrow!"
I took slow steps, the sight of the stage filling me with awe.
"Whoa, Fhat the Wuck! It's bloody sexy!" I couldn't imagine the words that escaped my trap but I am being damn serious right now!
It is no surprise that everyone finds the color red to be arousing. It is the only color that comes to surface when I see her. The cherry tinge of her lips, the rousing wine of her exhilaration, the merlot hue of her anger and the rosy cast of her blush, everything is red.
I grit my teeth in chagrin as my thoughts once again took a one eighty degree turn to a certain woman who was bestowed with my divine hatred.
"Sexy? Well, I guess it does look that way." Tia admitted reluctantly. "But it is romantic too." She added quickly. Her heels clicked as she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around my neck, swinging to and fro like a pendulum.
I struggled with my divergent thoughts and forced my head out of the sewer of temptations. Focusing on Tia was not very hard because I was being jostled around the stage by the excited woman. Okay, am I dancing with her, right now? Well, supposedly, I am.
"Um, I am not in the mood to dance, Tia." I freed myself and put my hands forward in surrender but she advanced on me with a baiting smile. Our eyes locked and I could look into the depths of her diluting inky orbs.
But suddenly, my luck came back to me as her phone rang, startling both of us.
"Ugh, Sara, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me at the wrong times? I know you don't like air travel but just suck it up. They provide a vomit bag, you know?" She yelled into the device and I chuckled at her words.
"Huh? Wait, what? You did not puke? Well, congratulations!" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. I raised an eyebrow when her eyes bulged out of their sockets. "You are here! Like, in town? Already?" Tia rushed down the steps.
"Sorry, babe, I have to leave for now, Sara is waiting for me." She paddled away and I shrugged. "See you later, Shivaay baby." Her shriek was clearly audible from the hallways.
I sighed.
I am certainly in no mood to go to the living room, where my family is chattering endlessly and have the sanity sucked out of my head. So I prefer looking, rather contemplating the masterpiece, Anika had prepared.
"She didn't even consider painting it with same strokes, silly woman." I whispered to myself. "Some are up, some are down." I smiled inwardly.
What is happening to you, young man? Why are you being all pussy today, fan-girling over a stupid wall that looks like hell danced over it?
But before I could even complete addressing myself, the sound of somebody's laughter echoed around. That was one beautiful laugh and it did not belong to just anybody. It was her! The voice was loud and happy as if she laughed her lungs out, but something about it was different.
It was almost a reflex that my legs decided conspire against my upper storey and followed the trail of laughter that led me backstage.
But all the while one thought swam around; it is so familiar and almost soothing, as I desired more of it. (Or rather, more of her) With each step forward, the sound of it became clearer.
Hold on.
There is someone else too! I heard a deeper laugh this time, more throaty. It was a male of course, but I tried to make myself believe that what waited for me ahead would be something not out of the ordinary.
Oh how wrong was I.
As I took the last few steps, the real episode came into view. As I blinked my eye, I could truly not digest the scene unfolding before me. I knew I probably looked like a wing-nut with my jaw uselessly rolling around the floor but I couldn't help it.
My brain throbbed and my vocal chords were in unforgiving tangles. Holy f**k!
ANIKA!
Anika and SIDDHARTH VIKRAM RANA!
Anika and Siddharth Vikram Rana, HUGGING!
What the actual f**k? My mouth opened and closed like that of a fish as I gaped at them. My stupid brain was spouting nonsense like I was suddenly a three year old. I could feel my knees wobble a bit.
Her cherry lips and lucent eyes met his thrilling gaze and for a moment, I felt the crumbs of their souls intertwined into one. She seemed so happy with him! But why did she choose HIM? Ugh, I feel like a shitty sissy. And I guess it is too late to get her back from there.
He is touching her.
He is kissing her.
He is calling her angel, telling her he loves her.
But he is loving her like she deserves to be loved! He is loving her like I never, ever can! He is giving her what I can't! All I can offer is hatred! Love is simply not something I can give away! The stakes are too high!
My thoughts created mayhem in my mind and I stared into nihility as my eyes reverted on the two people under the stupid spotlight. Guilt washed over me and I cursed myself for deciding to linger on like a stalker.
I shouldn't be here anymore, I thought. The voices disappeared into the darkness as I backed away silently, and then stepped into the abandoned hallway once again.
It was so silent here, that I could hear my own heart pounding, threatening to burst out in anger. No, anger was not the right word for what I felt. And really, love? I am pissing about love? Love is for the weak! And Shivaay Singh Oberoi is anything but that!
I wanted to shout, shout at the top of my lungs but that wasn't really me, so instead I punched the wall beside me.
HARD!
My fist was clenched, so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
HARDER AGAIN!
I locked my jaw and let the pain and ill-humor flow out.
The wooden panel beside me cracked before half of it came off completely and thudded down to the floor. The tiny prickets and splinters pierced my skin and painlessly settled underneath the fair flesh. Why did the thought of her being with him sabotage me so bad?
I kneeled beside the chunk of wood, feeling oddly like a tossed paper ball. Was it a web of delusion? Or was it that I am finally embracing reality? Was I noticing things? Or was I noticing that I was noticing things?
Was she happy? Was I happy? I looked up at the imprints of my fist and a slight dent in the board beside it. My lips curled into a mirthless smirk. Would I ever know?
I think, my dearest enemy just found a pot of gold on the other side of the rainbow.
Now what do I name this raging, nagging and absurdly annoying feeling pulsing within me? Everything was swirling like a black tide, rushing to choke the life out of another soul. I smirked, tending to my wounded pride.
Nah, I am no sissy. And take my word for it, Shivaay Singh Oberoi is not the typical jealous type. But what's mine, is mine! End of the story!
My Satan turned wicked again as I walked away with a godless smirk! He started this play-down but I will end this. No one gets one over me, especially not a pretty boy who is larking around with my she-devil.
Oh, this is going to be fun!
Author's Note: - I will make this a Two Shot for my lovely reader, VidyutKiDeewani, to whom I dedicate this piece of work. I am really very sorry lovely!
XOXO
~Red
