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Hey Ishqbaazians!!
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Here is an OS on Shivaay's and Omkara's confrontation regarding Shivaay's feelings. P.S. Please pardon the grammatical mistakes, I use my phone to type these one shots...
Hope you like it, and do comment...
Strange Creatures!!!
I stare hard at her. Yet I don't feel a thing, no emotions, no feelings, no bonding.
Nothing.
Then I turn to her... This feeling. This emotion. I have never felt it before. I can't describe it... It's almost like something ticklish in my stomach.
How feminine!!
But that's how I feel, like a king, a dictator, a winner.
She is laughing at something my brother said. It makes me smile.
"Bhaiya? Is that really you? Shivaay Singh Oberoi, the great is smiling while he is standing all alone?"
"What? No... I'm not smiling at Anika..!!"
"Bhaiya? When did I mention her? But looks like you are smiling at her...!" he gives me a knowing look.
"Will you shut up? Where is Saumya? She is the only who can keep you away from me..."
"Woah! Chill big bro!! Why are you offended?? It's not the first time we are teasing you... Fine! Fine!! I'll take a leave, and will leave you to stare at her... As long as you want...!" he winks at me before walking towards Omkara and Anika.
Truth to be told, she has been the center of my family's attention for tonight. Maybe even more than Tia is receiving.
I'm impressed.
With all the arrangements she did for the party.
And her beauty.
She looks stunning.
Absolutely beautiful.
I heard her say to Priyanka that the dress was the last gift her adoptive mother left for her. It wasn't classy, yet it was ethnic. Old, yet well maintained... It almost looked new. The tears brimming in her eyes showed that she had cherished it all her life.
I can hear my mother praise about Anika to all the guests... Praising her classic tastes in decor and food. She had added colours to this usually dull and boring Oberoi Mansion.
Every corner of the Mansion was glowing with light and was decked with pleasant fragrance of my favorite flowers. She had kept everyone's choices in mind, Me and Tia, Mom and Dad, Bade Papa and Badi Maa, My Brothers and Sister and most importantly Dadi.
I did notice the pale look on her face when Dadi and Badi Maa praised her good values and up bringing. It pained my heart when Priyanka revealed that she is an orphan, only when she had walked away, avoiding any further discussion.
"Will you stop staring at her, Shivaay? It's been an hour since you have been doing that!!"
I look at Omkara, who is glaring at me! Shit! Has it really been an hour? And I'm staring since so long? At that classless girl who looks no less than an angel tonight? The most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on? The girl-
"Stop zoning out, Shivaay! Do you realize that it's your Sangeet? And you are getting married to Tia in 72 hours!"
And all my thoughts come crashing down to ground.
Tia.
Tia!!
Oh my goodness.. What am I even thinking of? A girl who isn't my fianc?
"I... I'm not staring at her... I'm just thinking..." I say. But I stutter.
"Yes, thinking about her. You know what? I just heard Tia complain to Mrs. Kapoor about how you have been admiring Anika all night!" saying so he drags me away from the party, towards the pool.
"What's going in that brain of yours? You keep staring at Anika either like a heartbroken Devdas or like a roadside romeo..." he scolds me.
Omkara's POV.
"Can you explain, why were you staring at Anika all night? Saare guests bhi notice kar chuke hai ki Shivaay Singh Oberoi apni wedding planner ko ghur raha hai!" I watch my brother lean on the bar counter by the pool side.
"I don't have any explainations! Mujhe khud samajh nahi aa raha hai ki mai kya kar raha hoon." he says, venting his frustration.
"Tujhe maloom hai tu kya kar raha hai, tu bas accept nahi karna chahta!" I scold him softly.
"No! Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha! Tia mere liye perfect hai! She has lineage, standard, and good upbringing. She is a woman of class! Phir bhi I can barely tolerate her nowadays. Aur upar se yeh Anika! Apna surname bhi nahi batati kisiko, language ki toh baat hi mat karo, tameez toh hai hi nahi aur pura time mujhe irritate karti hai!"
"Tujhe uske surname, language aur tameez se kyun farak padta hai? Woh teri wedding planner hai, teri shaadi ke baad woh humare ghar se chali jaayegi, phir tu, tere raaste aur woh apne raaste..." I say calmly, knowing where this is heading to.
"Kyun ki mujhe woh pasand hai! Happy? I accept! I'm attached to her. Mujhe farak padta hai uske presence se, jab woh upset hoti hai toh mara mann karta hai ki mai usse puchoon ki usko kya problem hai. Woh chup hoti hai toh mujhe ajeeb lagta hai. Aur ab toh woh mere sapnoon mei bhi aati hai, office mei, meetings mei, har jagah mai bas Anika ke bare mei sochta rehta hoon! Lekin mere saath kya ho raha hai, mujhe nahi pata. I never felt like this!"
I smile widely knowing and understanding his feelings. It was hardly few days back when I felt such emotions for a woman. The woman who stole my heart, despite being there in my life for barely few weeks. Despite her lies and facade, I learnt to forgive her and found courage inside me, to place my heart in her hands. Ishana Patel. The woman who took my breath away.
Coming back to the situation, I think its time to give Shivaay a slight push. Time for him to accept his true feelings. Push Omkara, push!
"I completely understand ki tum kya keh rahe ho. I feel the same for Anika," I pause for a moment and look at his horrified, comical expression,"Jab woh udas hoti hai toh mujhe pareshaani hoti, jab mere saath apna dard batati hai toh mujhe takleef hoti hai. Kabhi kabhi mai yunhi uske liye over-protective ho jaata hoon."
Shivaay's face is red. Red with anger and I do a small victory dance, mentally of course. He pours a drink for himself.
"What the f**k? What the hell are you saying? Mai yahan apni feelings ki baat kar raha hoon, aur tu apni feelings confess kar raha hai? Anika ke liye?"
"Iss mei problem kya hai? Maine to decide kar liya hai ki agle rakshabandhan Anika se Raakhi bandhwa ke rahoonga!"
"What? Ra.. Raakhi?"
"Haan. Who mujhe apna best friend manti hai aur bilkul chhoti behen ki tarah pyaar karti hai! Ek kaam kartein hai, tu bhi mere saath agle saal usse Raakhi bandhwa lena!!"
He spats out his drink in shock. His eyes wide open and he blinks rapidly in disbelief as if to check if I said that for real.
"I know, aaj tak hum tujhse kehte the ki Anika is the perfect bride for you... But you made it clear that you don't love her! So why not?"
"Are you crazy? I said I'm attached to her! Not like that!! I meant to say that I'm attracted to her. More than you can understand. I crave for her presence around me. I can't measure the intensity of my emotions for her. Raat bhar mai sota nahi hoon, yeh sochta rehta hoon ki kahi mujhe usse pyaar toh nahi ho gaya!! Aur tu Raakhi ki baat kar raha hai?"
I look at him sharply. Now openly beaming at him. I triumph and pull him into a brotherly hug, slapping his back.
"Finally you said it, Shivaay! Mai kabse tujhe yahi samjhane ki koshish kar raha hoon. You should stop denying your feelings for her. You. Love. Anika."
He freezes for a moment. Soaking in my words in his brain. A silent moment later he smiles and then chuckles lowly.
"I love her! I love Anika! Sorry!! I love Paanika!!!"
I laugh out loud. Shivaay pulls away and he is still smiling, his eyes look lost. As if thinking of something.
"Oye! Kya soch raha hai?"
"Pyaar. Kabhi socha nahi tha ki mai pyaar karoonga. Woh bhi Anika se. I mean mai toh usse nafrat karta tha naa? Toh pyaar kab hua, kaise hua, pata hi nahi chala."
"Kya?!!"
We turn around to look at a horrified Rudra. Oh, on! I'm sure he will throw a tantrum for not including him in this discussion or rather confrontation.
"Bhaiya, you love Anika Di? Dost, dost naa raha. Bhai, Bhai naa raha?!"
Shivaay shook his head at Rudra's drama. I smile and put my arm around his neck, he wipes his invisible, fake tears.
"Mai tujhe dhoond raha tha, kaha tha tu?" I ask, acting all innocent.
"Woh mai Bhaiya ke silent saale... I mean Lady Baba ke silent bhai ko rag kar raha tha!" He says non-chalently.
Silence falls upon us as Rudra mentions Tia. She is a sweet soul. Always wishing good for others. And now, Shivaay's newly confessed feelings are going to break her heart.
"I'll be back. I need to speak to Tia." Shivaay says with seriousness in his voice.
"Shivaay," I stop him, "please be polite. I know, tujhe ghuma phira ke baat karna nahi aata. But, Tia bohot sweet hai. Teri direct baatein kahi use hurt naa kar de."
"Don't worry. I'll handle it." He nods and leaves.
"Yes! Billu ki shaadi nahi hogi!" Rudra yells as soon as Shivaay disappears.
I smack his head and pull him towards the stool by the bar counter.
"Tujhe Shivaay ki shaadi se kya problem hai? Aur Billu ki hogi! But, Billu ki shaadi uski Paanika se hogi!"
"O! Mujhe Lady Baba se problem hai, Bhaiya ki shaadi se nahi! Aur Anika Di toh meri favorite hai, inki shaadi se sabse zyada khushi toh mujhe hogi!" He hugs me excitedly.
"Bhaiya ko pyaar ho gaya hai, O!" He states, unable to believe it.
"Yes, Duffer Oberoi! Shivaay Singh Oberoi is in love!"
"I'm sure Anika Di will fill loud colors in Bhaiya's mute life. Wow! I have begun talking like you, O! Issi baat pe ek shaayari ho jaye?"
I cringe.
"Rudra ne shikhi O ki funkari,
Rudra ne shikhi O ki funkari...
Oberoi mansion mei jald hi gunjegi kilkari!
Wah! Wah!"
"Kilkari??!" I ask, shocked.
"Arrey wahi jo shaadi mei bajti hai! Band wale aate hai, aur zor zor se bajate hai.."
I hit my palm on my forehead.
"Duffer Oberoi! Kilkari nahi, Shehnai!! Kilkari bacche ki hoti hai..."
"O! Feeling ko samjho words ko nahi... Waise bhi iss mei konsi badi baat hai? Choti Ma toh pehle se hi Bhaiya ke peeche padi hai ki pota-poti ko dekhna hai! Bhaiya aur Anika Di- Sorry, Anika Bhabhi le aayenge bacche..."
My jaw drops open in shock.
"Shivaay ne abhi tak Anika se baat bhi nahi ki, we dont know if she loves him or not. Aur tu bacchon tak pohuch gaya?"
"Shivaay Singh Oberoi sab thik kar dega. Anika D- Bhabhi ko Bhaiya se pyaar karna hi hoga! Varna aapko kya lagta hai? Bhaiya itni jaldi haar maan lenge? Huh! Woh Anika Bhabhi ko pata hi lenge!"
That's true, Shivaay never gives up. And he would never give up on his lady love.
My heart swells with joy to realize that our Great Wall of Shivaay has fallen in love with a woman who would stand up to him in every sense.
Anika is a woman of substance. Her stature and class may be nothing when compared to that of Our's, but she is an independent woman with modern idealism. She surely isn't amongst those money-greedy socialites.
"O! Mai kitni der se baat kar raha hoon, aapka dhyan kaha hai?" Rudra interrupts my chain of thoughts, questioning me impatiently.
"Anyways, Papa ne hume party mei vapas
party mei bulaya hai... Jaldi aana." He informs me and leaves me alone at the poolside.
Before I could ponder off to my thoughts, I hear a high pitch screech by... Mrs. Kapoor?
And I hurry towards the main hall, expecting it crowded with guests. Instead I find it empty apart from our family and Kapoors.
The party was over.
I sigh deeply. Seems like the Drama awaits for attention.
I spot Tia's pale and Mrs. Kapoor's angry face, clearly indicating that the marriage had already been called off.
Where is Shivaay?
Anika is missing too.
I peep out of the window, on hearing Shivaay's impatient voice and I watch him as he is shoving a resisting Anika into his car's passenger seat and driving away.
And I grin, knowing exactly what's about to happen there.
I look back towatds Mrs. Kapoor and Choti Ma arguing ovet the called off marriage.
Looks like someone lost a Son-in-law, worth Fifteen Hundred Crores.
What strange creatures brothers are!
THE END.
