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This os is continuation of os the departure..
Hope you like it..
The Arrival
Laying over my stomach I buried my fingers into the flossy mattress. I ducked my chin nto the soft pillow and turn to the small tringular shaped table clock resting just beneath the shade of the lamp. The clock ticked 11: 55 pm. Seven more hours to his arrival. Every second was pacing with snail's speed to me.
I inhaled sharply and slowly dragged the newspaper from beside the lamp to me. I quickly flipped through the pages to expose the sixth page showing title " business world" in bold.
The paper was an english one and of a fortnight earlier. They had dedicated the whole page to Shivay Singh Oberoi. His photo occupied half of the page and rest was the interview anout his project.
Hadn't Rudra translated me the matter I would have remained unknown about the success and glory he earned through this tour.
Rudra had also said that one of the question in it was about his personal life, his family and he had included me as one of the supporter behind his success.
I had secretly kept it to me fearing it would be bundled with old rags and would loiter around in flea markets.
His black coat in the picture was shining in the dim light and his mesmerizing eyes were craving me more about his arrival.
I touched the picture desperately wishing it would put life in the glossy paper and he would appear out of it.
"Im supposed to be angry on him" I reminded myself.
How could I think like this? I had numerous complaints and arguments to do. How could he leave me without letting me know?
That night was emotional and his dark blue eyes had hypnotized me and had sent me to deep sleep.
When I woke up he had already left. I had rushed to the hall and found Omkara talking to shivay on phone before boarding his flight to Boston.
That day I had kept myself locked in the room excusing about my illness to the family. It was more anger than sadness for him leaving me without any last word..any promise to return to me..any expection to wait for him.
He had ringed me at night and I had deliberately disconnected. Next morning Om had tucked his Bluetooth to my ear telling me shivay was on other side of the call and left me alone to talk to him.
He had asked me how was I to which I had replied good and next moment broke into tears. I had discontinued before letting him speak a word of sympathy.
That day onwards I avoided his calls and video chats as it had been difficult to hold back my tears and I was afraid my emotions could render him fragile.
Later we had started messaging. They were the best means of communication when one has to conceal the actual meanings behind the words. Even in this we couldn't go beyond 'how are you? and what did you eat?'
His absence acknowledged me how much I was accustomed to his presence.
Omkara and Rudra would never leave me alone. We would party, chat long nights, cook dishes and what not. They had almost given me the place of shivay but I knew neither could I replace him nor could anyone else alter him in my moments.
How much I missed him when I would awake in the morning and the table lamp would still be glowing, telling he was not beside me to switch it off.
How lonely I had felt when no one would interrupt about my noisy gait with chameli.
And those numerous battles over everything we had to share had come to an end telling me they were all mine and he was not here to claim them.
I remembered once I had managed to get into the bathroom earlier than him. He had been pounding on the door for so long that it had irritated me to top. Frustrated I had banged the door open splashing a mug of water over him. His eyes had gone wide and nearly popped out of socket and he immediately turned to other side reminding me about my state being unwrapped in bathing towel and nothing else. Upon realisation I had closed the door dared to show up after two hours. Since then normal conversion had been awkward for a whole week.
They said we are two different people from different world. I have seen a part of me in him when he stands like an armour for his brothers like I do for sahil.
A part of him reflects in me when I desire for a perfect family love like he does with his broken one.
One more thing we both are passionate about is cricket.
Once he had caught me dancing maniacally with weird steps and music with volume at its peak on the song 'Chak de India' . The whole family had gone out and he had returned to fetch his file. His jaw dropped to see me like this. I had stopped the moment I found him at the door step looking at me astonished. I offered him to join me in my celebration on Team India's victory.
As expected he had refused but we had our first high-five that day.
Later he had warned me to get slow or else I could suffer a fall and het hurt.
A familier scream punctuated my rejoicing moments. It was Rudra howling over something. Later I heard whole family joined him. I jumped off the bed and walked to the door. Shivay had arrived much before time. I wanted to run down stairs and hug him then and there but something resisted me.
I slithered back to the bed. Covering myself with duvet I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep.
After half an hour I heard the door clicked open followed by his footsteps. My pulse spiked as he entered. A lot of efforts needed to hold the pretence when my mind was pleading for a glance of him.
Few minutes later I felt the mattress beside me sank down and I clutched the sheet in anticipation of his touch.
He trailed his fingers over my cheek and tucked the wandering wisps behind my ear. He pecked me lightly and his warmth flashed deep into my skin.
He switched off the light and the room fell into silence.
I opened my eyes only to meet the darkness and for first time it didnt bother me at all.
I turned to face him. I gently touched his unshaven face and felt the hairy pricks . He was all real and my heart danced in ecstasy. I run my fingers over him to feel every contour of his face.
"I'm sorry" I was shocked as I heard him.
He clutched my wrist into his strong fist and kissed lightly on my palm.
" I hate you" I tried to snatch back my hand but he had tighten it.
"I'm sorry Anika" he grabbed my other wrist and pulled me to him with a jerk.
" I just hate you for leaving me like this" I prosted repeatedly. I was thumping over his shoulder for my escape. With every effort to move away he was was dragging me more to himself.
" I hate you Mr..." My words seized inside my vocal cord as he smacked his lips on mine.
I was trying hard to speak in between but he had perfectly sealed my lips.
I was struggling with all my might and he encashed the opportunity to pin me beneath himself completely superimposing himself over me.
My arms were locked on the sides of my head and I felt entirely immobile.
He slowly released my lips and kiss over my nose making it wet.
" I hate you" this time I was soft. I had lost all my energy and quit struggling.
" I love you" his hot breath struck against my earlobe as he placed a kiss.
"No you dont" I said rudely and drifted my face to other side.
"I do" he nibbled over my collar bone sending a spark inside my veins.
"You..." I swallowed down my words as I felt wet marks ascending up my jaw.
Hey all...
Do tell me how was it?
Pardon the mistakes...
Thiya...
This os is continuation of os the departure..
Hope you like it..
The Arrival
Laying over my stomach I buried my fingers into the flossy mattress. I ducked my chin nto the soft pillow and turn to the small tringular shaped table clock resting just beneath the shade of the lamp. The clock ticked 11: 55 pm. Seven more hours to his arrival. Every second was pacing with snail's speed to me.
I inhaled sharply and slowly dragged the newspaper from beside the lamp to me. I quickly flipped through the pages to expose the sixth page showing title " business world" in bold.
The paper was an english one and of a fortnight earlier. They had dedicated the whole page to Shivay Singh Oberoi. His photo occupied half of the page and rest was the interview anout his project.
Hadn't Rudra translated me the matter I would have remained unknown about the success and glory he earned through this tour.
Rudra had also said that one of the question in it was about his personal life, his family and he had included me as one of the supporter behind his success.
I had secretly kept it to me fearing it would be bundled with old rags and would loiter around in flea markets.
His black coat in the picture was shining in the dim light and his mesmerizing eyes were craving me more about his arrival.
I touched the picture desperately wishing it would put life in the glossy paper and he would appear out of it.
"Im supposed to be angry on him" I reminded myself.
How could I think like this? I had numerous complaints and arguments to do. How could he leave me without letting me know?
That night was emotional and his dark blue eyes had hypnotized me and had sent me to deep sleep.
When I woke up he had already left. I had rushed to the hall and found Omkara talking to shivay on phone before boarding his flight to Boston.
That day I had kept myself locked in the room excusing about my illness to the family. It was more anger than sadness for him leaving me without any last word..any promise to return to me..any expection to wait for him.
He had ringed me at night and I had deliberately disconnected. Next morning Om had tucked his Bluetooth to my ear telling me shivay was on other side of the call and left me alone to talk to him.
He had asked me how was I to which I had replied good and next moment broke into tears. I had discontinued before letting him speak a word of sympathy.
That day onwards I avoided his calls and video chats as it had been difficult to hold back my tears and I was afraid my emotions could render him fragile.
Later we had started messaging. They were the best means of communication when one has to conceal the actual meanings behind the words. Even in this we couldn't go beyond 'how are you? and what did you eat?'
His absence acknowledged me how much I was accustomed to his presence.
Omkara and Rudra would never leave me alone. We would party, chat long nights, cook dishes and what not. They had almost given me the place of shivay but I knew neither could I replace him nor could anyone else alter him in my moments.
How much I missed him when I would awake in the morning and the table lamp would still be glowing, telling he was not beside me to switch it off.
How lonely I had felt when no one would interrupt about my noisy gait with chameli.
And those numerous battles over everything we had to share had come to an end telling me they were all mine and he was not here to claim them.
I remembered once I had managed to get into the bathroom earlier than him. He had been pounding on the door for so long that it had irritated me to top. Frustrated I had banged the door open splashing a mug of water over him. His eyes had gone wide and nearly popped out of socket and he immediately turned to other side reminding me about my state being unwrapped in bathing towel and nothing else. Upon realisation I had closed the door dared to show up after two hours. Since then normal conversion had been awkward for a whole week.
They said we are two different people from different world. I have seen a part of me in him when he stands like an armour for his brothers like I do for sahil.
A part of him reflects in me when I desire for a perfect family love like he does with his broken one.
One more thing we both are passionate about is cricket.
Once he had caught me dancing maniacally with weird steps and music with volume at its peak on the song 'Chak de India' . The whole family had gone out and he had returned to fetch his file. His jaw dropped to see me like this. I had stopped the moment I found him at the door step looking at me astonished. I offered him to join me in my celebration on Team India's victory.
As expected he had refused but we had our first high-five that day.
Later he had warned me to get slow or else I could suffer a fall and het hurt.
A familier scream punctuated my rejoicing moments. It was Rudra howling over something. Later I heard whole family joined him. I jumped off the bed and walked to the door. Shivay had arrived much before time. I wanted to run down stairs and hug him then and there but something resisted me.
I slithered back to the bed. Covering myself with duvet I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep.
After half an hour I heard the door clicked open followed by his footsteps. My pulse spiked as he entered. A lot of efforts needed to hold the pretence when my mind was pleading for a glance of him.
Few minutes later I felt the mattress beside me sank down and I clutched the sheet in anticipation of his touch.
He trailed his fingers over my cheek and tucked the wandering wisps behind my ear. He pecked me lightly and his warmth flashed deep into my skin.
He switched off the light and the room fell into silence.
I opened my eyes only to meet the darkness and for first time it didnt bother me at all.
I turned to face him. I gently touched his unshaven face and felt the hairy pricks . He was all real and my heart danced in ecstasy. I run my fingers over him to feel every contour of his face.
"I'm sorry" I was shocked as I heard him.
He clutched my wrist into his strong fist and kissed lightly on my palm.
" I hate you" I tried to snatch back my hand but he had tighten it.
"I'm sorry Anika" he grabbed my other wrist and pulled me to him with a jerk.
" I just hate you for leaving me like this" I prosted repeatedly. I was thumping over his shoulder for my escape. With every effort to move away he was was dragging me more to himself.
" I hate you Mr..." My words seized inside my vocal cord as he smacked his lips on mine.
I was trying hard to speak in between but he had perfectly sealed my lips.
I was struggling with all my might and he encashed the opportunity to pin me beneath himself completely superimposing himself over me.
My arms were locked on the sides of my head and I felt entirely immobile.
He slowly released my lips and kiss over my nose making it wet.
" I hate you" this time I was soft. I had lost all my energy and quit struggling.
" I love you" his hot breath struck against my earlobe as he placed a kiss.
"No you dont" I said rudely and drifted my face to other side.
"I do" he nibbled over my collar bone sending a spark inside my veins.
"You..." I swallowed down my words as I felt wet marks ascending up my jaw.
Hey all...
Do tell me how was it?
Pardon the mistakes...
Thiya...
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