Shivaay had never been so frustrated in his life.
Everything was annoying him.
Everyone was annoying him.
Worst of all, it was all her fault.
She had been as good as her word. In the two weeks since their last midnight feast, since she had promised to honour his request not to show her face, he had not seen her once. He knew she had been in the house at the same time as him many times. Two days ago he had even gone looking for her.
No. Of course he hadn't gone looking for her.
He'd simply gone for a walk around his house and if he had happened to have bumped into her, perhaps he might have told her to stop avoiding him like the proverbial plague.
It had been a fruitless venture. He hadn't found her anywhere. Though several times he had the sense that he had just missed her: a lingering scent in the room, the air disturbed as though someone had just left in a hurry.
Shivaay tried to focus on the spreadsheet open on his laptop, but he had that-feeling- again. That she was close. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled and his skin felt so sensitive that even the soft cotton of his shirt felt abrasive.
The lack of sleep over the past week had finally gotten to him. Shivaay closed the lid of his laptop and leaned back into the sofa. He closed his eyes, and he slept.
And while he slept... he dreamed.
She was in his room. He knew she was. He was hyperaware of any trace of her and this was not just a trace, she was all around him. In his dream, he could admit the truth to himself: he wanted to see her.
No. He needed to see her, lest her determined absence drive him to insanity.
The door connecting his room to the pool was open, and he knew that that was where she would be.
She was hiding. Of course she was. Behind one of the marble pillars. He smirked. Did she really think that would be enough to keep him from finding her? He approached slowly, silently. He didn't want to move too quickly and wake from the dream before he had at least had a chance to look at her face.
Once he was behind the pillar, once he could hear her jagged breathing on the other side. That was when he moved with an almost preternatural speed and trapped her by placing his arms on the pillar, either side of her shoulders.
She let out a quiet yelp of surprise and tried to turn her face away from him. And then that cold, detached, completely un-Anika voice she had used with him the last time they had spoken was back. "Apologies, Mr Oberoi. I'll leave immediately. I apologise for the inconvenience, I merely had to survey the pool area in preparation for your Engagement party next week." She tried to duck under his arms but he blocked her by lowering his hands and placing them over her denim-clad hips.
"Don't go." The request torn from that smallest part of him which refused to be denied whenever Anika was near him.
What was he saying? No. He shook his head. He could do this- had to do this. If he indulged himself in her in this dream, he could tolerate his waking days without her.
She froze. Good.
He lowered his head to the hollow of her neck and took in her scent. She shivered as he moved up the column of her neck. He brushed his own rough, stubble-hewn jaw against the soft, velvet of hers. It wasn't enough.
Like a starving man at an extravagant buffet, he was desperate to gorge. He knew too much at once was bad, but he didn't care. She had kept him hungry for too long.
He shifted his hands so that they were pressed against the skin under her white, chiffon shirt. He felt the tremors run through her. "I won't hurt you." He promised her as he ran his hands up the sweep of her waist. Her skin here just as silken as that of her neck and face.
He felt her start to respond. And then it was his turn to shiver with a ripple of pleasure as he felt her slender fingers start tugging at his shirt, untucking it from his trousers. Her hands shifted under the material and she lay them flat against his abdomen. Moved them slowly upwards, the coolness of her hands a delicious contrast to the fever heat of his own skin.
He was burning with a desire unlike any he'd ever known before.
And all because of this woman.
Her hands continued up the ridges of his abdomen and swept outwards across the planes of his chest.
Unable to resist, he pressed a kiss at the base of her neck. Her body physically jerked in his arms and he felt the sharp sting of her nails digging into his chest. It elicited a small growl of pleasure from him he hadn't been aware he was capable of making.
He pressed a line of kisses up her throat and across her jaw. It was when he brought his lips close to hers, a mere whisper away, that he felt the sharp sting of her nails again. A warning this time.
He pulled back slightly and laughed bitterly. "Even in my dreams, you deny me."
A startled look on Anika's face. "What?"
Something about her expression felt wrong. Shivaay released Anika and took a step backwards. Then another. Anika lifted a shocked hand to her mouth, her eyes filling with a kind of abject horror that made Shivaay's throat feel like it was closing up.
"Dream? You thought this was a dream?"
"Wait. No. I. I thought-"
"You thought I was Tia?" A choked question.
"No."
"So you realised it was me?"
"Yes but I-"
"You thought you were dreaming?"
"Anika I-"
"This was a mistake. This was all a mistake. This isn't who I am. This isn't what I do. I'm planning your wedding. To another woman."
"Anika."
"What?!" She no longer looked horrified, she looked livid. She placed her hands on Shivaay's chest and pushed him backwards. "Why did you do that, huh? Just to prove that you could? You hate me. You hate everything I am, everything I stand for... and yet, you did that? Do you think that just because I don't have as much money as you that I don't have any feelings? Any pride? Any dignity? What did I do to make you hate me so much?" Angry, hot tears spilled down her cheeks and each drop felt like an acid burn to Shivaay.
"I don't hate you."
Anika stopped ranting. Looked up at him, jolted. Shivaay ran his hand through his hair, a habit she mocked at every occasion but which gave him some iota of comfort whenever he did it.
"I would never do something like that out of spite." He saw her raise an eyebrow and jerk her chin towards the pool. "Yes I know I may have threatened to that night I had you arrested, but I never would have actually done it." He hesitated. "Just now I... I thought I was dreaming."
"You mean having a nightmare?"
"No," he shook his head, made sure her eyes were locked with his own. "I thought I was dreaming."
8th Promise- "It's Just Physical"
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I DO SO LOVE IT WHEN MY CHARACTERS MAKE RECKLESS DECISIONS AND THOUGHTLESS ADMISSIONS... SO MANY CONSEQUENCES. SO MANY PATHS TO POTENTIALLY TAKE. 😆 Oh Shivaay Singh Oberoi, what have you done? 2nd chapter for the day done and dusted. I sincerely hope you enjoyed them both.
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