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Anpi Prayansh Aransh FF - Swapnakoodu
Originally posted by: Pyrrhic.
As much as I love the RuMya sections, I can't stand AniKara.
It makes me sick to the stomach, because it feels so perverse on so many levels.
It's weird that even after GK specifically rejected the idea of AniKara, people are still shipping them to the extent of writing fanfiction.
~~[CHAPTER TEN- D E V A R & B H A B H I]~~
"Do you mind if I join you?"
Rudra's head jerked instinctively in the direction of the door, but when he realised who it was he continued to stare out across the road from the steps outside Anika and Omkara's door. He was pouting. He knew he was pouting. He had been pouting inside as well, the reality of seeing Omkara with Anika too much for him to handle in person. Omkara had told him to 'stop pouting like a kid' which had infuriated him, and so he had stormed outside to take a few minutes to pout outside and cool his head.
Anika coming down to sit on the step beside him was not helping.
She took a deep breath and Rudra waited for her to start speaking so he could interrupt her and ask her to go away. He knew it was rude, but he didn't really care. He wanted to be rude. Rudra had been witness to the deterioration of Shivaay's state over the past two years and though he knew Anika was the last person at fault for what happened... part of him still blamed her.
As though maybe if she had fought harder at the time, forced his oldest brother to see her and love her, he would have.
The rational part of Rudra knew all that was nonsense- nobody could convince Shivaay of anything once he made up his mind about something. But Rudra had seen time and again how Anika had done just that. Had there really been nothing she could do at the time to convince him one last time?
And even if, after Anika's real and honest best efforts, Shivaay had still married Lady Baba. How could she just switch him out for Omkara? Rudra knew that Omkara hadn't touched any of the family money since leaving so he knew she hadn't done it for money, but surely that was worse? Had she secretly been splitting her love between both his brothers while Shivaay focused all of his on her?
That wasn't true- Shivaay had been engaged the entire time he had known Anika.
And Rudra knew Anika had only married Omkara to help him, and he to help her. He understood that being close to someone like that for a long time could make you see the good in them, fall in love with them.
After all, weren't he and Soumya proof positive of that? Well, perhaps he wasn't in love with her, but he did love her.
Everything he was angry at Anika for, Shivaay had done worse. Every decision Anika had made, he could understand her making, even if he thought she should have made different ones.
Anika moving on and being happy while Shivaay remained miserably trapped in the past was not her fault.
It really wasn't.
But still, Rudra blamed her.
So he was rather annoyed when instead of talking, Anika just sighed and wrapped her arms around her knees, staring silently out across the road with him.
He wasn't sure how long the two of them sat there, watching the London traffic roll by. At one point they watched as a cyclist scraped the side of a car trying to weave between it and one parked on the side of the road, and then the driver of said car screeched to a halt and got out to chase the cyclist. Unfortunately for him, the cyclist had already gone off-road and peddled off over a hill at high speed.
The driver had yelled some profane abuse at him, mourned the scratch on his car and spoken to the on-looking Rudra and Anika that the cyclist was "an effing wasteman, bruv" before getting back in his car and driving off.
They had looked at each other, both biting back a smile, before returning to their silent outward gazing.
"I wonder what's going on inside." He finally decided to break the silence.
It took a few seconds for Anika to answer. "I suppose Omkara is murdering the ACP while the ACP uses that as proof that he killed that other woman all those years ago?"
Rudra gave reluctant smile "What's that jerk even doing here? And why is he with Priyanka?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. Has he been meeting with Priyanka back in India?"
"He better bloody not have been!" Rudra's outrage made Anika giggle, and he felt his anger pop like an overblown balloon. "Anika Didi, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For everything."
"Oh Rudra, don't worry. It's okay for you to react to... all this... however you want."
Rudra shook his head. "I don't mean just now. I mean back then. I knew Shivaay Bhaiya was making a mistake." He felt rather than saw Anika stiffen beside him. "I knew he shouldn't marry Lady Baba. If he wasn't ready to marry you then, he shouldn't have married anyone. I should have made him realise-"
Anika cut Rudra off by gently placing a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards hers. "There's nothing you could have done." Her eyes scanned his face, softened. "You always were my favourite." She gave a quiet laugh. "Oh Rudra, has it been very hard?"
Rudra tilted his head, freeing his cheek from her hand and then determinedly turning away from her. "It's been fine. Everyone's fine."
"And how much of that is because you've been running yourself ragged to make sure of that?"
He didn't speak. Couldn't.
But as he thought of all the painfully silent meals he and Soumya had started rowdy conversations over, all the awkward and tense moments he had diffused with a well-timed joke, all of the tears he had seen his family members cry which he had offered them a shoulder for, and of all the many he was sure they had cried in secret, where he could not help them. Rudra felt the first tear break the barrier and roll down his cheek, quickly joined by many others. Anika hugged him, hiding his face from passersby as the Great Floodgates of Rudra Singh Oberoi were smashed open for the second time in two days but this time instead of crying for his brothers, Rudra Singh Oberoi cried for himself.
""""""""""
When Soumya arrived, she could tell instantly that Rudra had been crying. She took the seat beside him and felt a possessive warmth when he immediately took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as he stared across the table at the conversation that was happening.
"It doesn't matter whether you want to come back or not, I'm telling you that you have to."
"I'm sorry, are you completely incompetent? Or do you think you're in some kind of Indian Drama and the law doesn't apply to you? If you had any evidence, you would have arrested me two years ago, and you wouldn't be stalking my sister and following her to London to try and goad me into falling for your ridiculous tricks."
ACP Randhawa raised an eyebrow. "You're quite chatty, aren't you?"
"I swear to God, I will mu-"
"Om, love, maybe threatening to murder a police officer accusing you of murder isn't the best defence."
"But I haven't killed anyone."
"And everyone believes y-"
"I don't."
"Sorry, I misspoke. Everyone who matters believes you. So just stay calm and don't let him get to you."
"Bh-bh-bhaiya, even if you d-don't come back b-because of the A-A-A-A-ACP, you should c-come home."
"Assistant Assistant Assistant Assistant Assistant." Ranveer counted off the stuttered As on his fingers.
"Mock my sister one more time, you son of a-"
"Rudra, sit down." Soumya tugged on his hand and pulled him back.
"Th-the family is d-d-devastated without you. We need you to c-come back and f-fix it."
"I can't."
Anika could tell when her husband was tense. He had been annoyed this entire time, with the ACPs fantastical accusations, but it wasn't until that comment that she noticed his entire body freeze, his muscles rigid, belying the passive expression on his face.
"B-b-but only you can help. Everyone's m-miserable."
"I'm sure that's not true."
"It is!" Everyone stared at Priyanka, who flushed scarlet as she realised she had both yelled and slammed her fist down on the table.
"That's the first non-annoying thing I've ever seen you do."
"Shut up, Policeman Plod. You're not a part of this."
Anika looked at Soumya, their eyes wide as the others around the table began yelling at each other.
"Enough." Anika rose to her feet. "The reason Omkara does not want to return home is because he is afraid of what Shivaay will say and how he will react upon learning about... me." There were several visible winces at the mention of the name which everyone was treating as taboo around Anika and Om. "He is, as always, trying to protect both me and Sahil from the notorious anger of Shivaay Singh Oberoi." She paused. "But he is also being a coward." She sighed heavily and sat back down. "We both are."
Anika looked at Omkara, took one of his hands in hers and squeezed. "We should go. We have to go."
He thought about it, and then gave a short nod.
"Priyanka, if your new boyfriend arrests my husband when we get to India, please inform him that I will castrate him and throw them into the fire."
"Anika's been watching a lot of Game of Thrones." Omkara explained, his voice deadpan as the rest of the table gawked at his smiling wife.
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Thank you all so much for the amazing feedback so far! Truly truly appreciate it. Chapter 9 brought some pretty interesting responses, and I like reading comments both which agree with and enjoy my perspective (because obviously I want you to enjoy what I'm writing) and take on things, but I do also enjoy ones which make me really think about why I'm writing what I'm writing- so if any part of the story doesn't appeal to you, I'm totally up for discussion/ debate on why. Though I warn you now, having to think through and justify my thoughts kind of just makes me more determined to keep writing it 😆 But I have tried to explain in the post above this one why AniKara happened in this story, which I think might be of interest to quite a few of you. Following trains of thought to their conclusions can lead to a lot- ENJOY YOUR DAYDREAMS, GUYS.
Innika, I apologise for the late reply to your post- I promise it's coming. I have it open in a new tab on Chrome and I'm literally replying to it in pieces. It'll probably end up as long as an actual chapter by the time I'm done 😆
Originally posted by: fallingpieces
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="5">~~[CHAPTER TEN- D E V A R & B H A B H I]~~</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Do you mind if I join you?"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Rudra's head jerked instinctively in the direction of the door, but when he realised who it was he continued to stare out across the road from the steps outside Anika and Omkara's door. He was pouting. He knew he was pouting. He had been pouting inside as well, the reality of seeing Omkara with Anika too much for him to handle in person. Omkara had told him to 'stop pouting like a kid'which had infuriated him, and so he had stormed outside to take a few minutes to pout outside and cool his head.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Anika coming down to sit on the step beside him was not helping.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">She took a deep breath and Rudra waited for her to start speaking so he could interrupt her and ask her to go away. He knew it was rude, but he didn't really care. He wanted to be rude. Rudra had been witness to the deterioration of Shivaay's state over the past two years and though he knew Anika was the last person at fault for what happened... part of him still blamed her.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">As though maybe if she had fought harder at the time, forced his oldest brother to see her and love her, he would have.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The rational part of Rudra knew all that was nonsense- nobody could convince Shivaay of anything once he made up his mind about something. But Rudra had seen time and again how Anika had done just that. Had there really been nothing she could do at the time to convince him one last time?</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">And even if, after Anika's real and honest best efforts, Shivaay had still married Lady Baba. How could she just switch him out for Omkara? Rudra knew that Omkara hadn't touched any of the family money since leaving so he knew she hadn't done it for money, but surely that was worse? Had she secretly been splitting her love between both his brothers while Shivaay focused all of his on her?</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">That wasn't true- Shivaay had been engaged the entire time he had known Anika.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">And Rudra knew Anika had only married Omkara to help him, and he to help her. He understood that being close to someone like that for a long time could make you see the good in them, fall in love with them.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">After all, weren't he and Soumya proof positive of that? Well, perhaps he wasn't in love with her, but he did love her.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Everything he was angry at Anika for, Shivaay had done worse. Every decision Anika had made, he could understand her making, even if he thought she should have made different ones.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Anika moving on and being happy while Shivaay remained miserably trapped in the past was not her fault.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">It really wasn't.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">But still, Rudra blamed her.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">So he was rather annoyed when instead of talking, Anika just sighed and wrapped her arms around her knees, staring silently out across the road with him.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">He wasn't sure how long the two of them sat there, watching the London traffic roll by. At one point they watched as a cyclist scraped the side of a car trying to weave between it and one parked on the side of the road, and then the driver of said car screeched to a halt and got out to chase the cyclist. Unfortunately for him, the cyclist had already gone off-road and peddled off over a hill at high speed.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">The driver had yelled some profane abuse at him, mourned the scratch on his car and spoken to the on-looking Rudra and Anika that the cyclist was "an effing wasteman, bruv" before getting back in his car and driving off.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">They had looked at each other, both biting back a smile, before returning to their silent outward gazing.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"I wonder what's going on inside." He finally decided to break the silence.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">It took a few seconds for Anika to answer. "I suppose Omkara is murdering the ACP while the ACP uses that as proof that he killed that other woman all those years ago?"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Rudra gave reluctant smile "What's that jerk even doing here? And why is he with Priyanka?"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Your guess is as good as mine. Has he been meeting with Priyanka back in India?"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"He better bloody not have been!" Rudra's outrage made Anika giggle, and he felt his anger pop like an overblown balloon. "Anika Didi, I'm sorry."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"For what?"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"For everything."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Oh Rudra, don't worry. It's okay for you to react to... all this... however you want."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Rudra shook his head. "I don't mean just now. I mean back then. I knew Shivaay Bhaiya was making a mistake." He felt rather than saw Anika stiffen beside him. "I knew he shouldn't marry Lady Baba. If he wasn't ready to marry you then, he shouldn't have married anyone. I should have made him realise-"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3"></i>
</font><font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Anika cut Rudra off by gently placing a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards hers. "There's nothing you could have done." Her eyes scanned his face, softened. "You always were my favourite." She gave a quiet laugh. "Oh Rudra, has it been very hard?"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Rudra tilted his head, freeing his cheek from her hand and then determinedly turning away from her. "It's been fine. Everyone's fine."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"And how much of that is because <i>you've been running yourself ragged to make sure of that?"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">He didn't speak. Couldn't.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">But as he thought of all the painfully silent meals he and Soumya had started rowdy conversations over, all the awkward and tense moments he had diffused with a well-timed joke, all of the tears he had seen his family members cry which he had offered them a shoulder for, and of all the many he was sure they had cried in secret, where he could not help them. Rudra felt the first tear break the barrier and roll down his cheek, quickly joined by many others. Anika hugged him, hiding his face from passersby as the Great Floodgates of Rudra Singh Oberoi were smashed open for the second time in two days but this time instead of crying for his brothers, Rudra Singh Oberoi cried for himself.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">""""""""""</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">When Soumya arrived, she could tell instantly that Rudra had been crying. She took the seat beside him and felt a possessive warmth when he immediately took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as he stared across the table at the conversation that was happening.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"It doesn't matter whether you want to come back or not, I'm telling you that you have to."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"I'm sorry, are you completely incompetent? Or do you think you're in some kind of Indian Drama and the law doesn't apply to you? If you had any evidence, you would have arrested me two years ago, and you wouldn't be stalking my sister and following her to London to try and goad me into falling for your ridiculous tricks."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">ACP Randhawa raised an eyebrow. "You're quite chatty, aren't you?"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"I swear to God, I will mu-"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Om, love, maybe threatening to murder a police officer accusing you of murder isn't the best defence."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"But I haven't killed anyone."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"And everyone believes y-"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"I don't."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Sorry, I misspoke. Everyone who matters believes you. So just stay calm and don't let him get to you."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Bh-bh-bhaiya, even if you d-don't come back b-because of the A-A-A-A-ACP, you should c-come home."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Assistant Assistant Assistant Assistant Assistant." Ranveer counted off the stuttered As on his finger.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Mock my sister one more time, you son of a-"</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Rudra, sit down." Soumya tugged on his hand and pulled him back.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Th-the family is d-d-devastated without you. We need you to c-come back and f-fix it."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"I can't."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Anika could tell when her husband was tense. He had been annoyed this entire time, with the ACPs fantastical accusations, but it wasn't until that comment that she noticed his entire body freeze, his muscles rigid, belying the passive expression on his face.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"B-b-but only you can help. Everyone's m-miserable."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"I'm sure that's not true."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"It is!" Everyone stared at Priyanka, who flushed scarlet as she realised she had both yelled and slammed her fist down on the table.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"That's the first non-annoying thing I've ever seen you do."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Shut up, Policeman Plod. You're not a part of this."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Anika looked at Soumya, their eyes wide as the others around the table began yelling at each other.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Enough." Anika rose to her feet. "The reason Omkara does not want to return home is because he is afraid of what Shivaay will say and how he will react upon learning about... me." There were several visible winces at the mention of the name which everyone was treating as taboo around Anika and Om. "He is, as always, trying to protect both me and Sahil from the notorious anger of Shivaay Singh Oberoi." She paused. "But he is also being a coward." She sighed heavily and sat back down. "We both are."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Anika looked at Omkara, took one of his hands in hers and squeezed. "We should go. We have to go."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">He thought about it, and then gave a short nod.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Priyanka, if your new boyfriend arrests my husband when we get to India, please inform him that I will castrate him and throw them into the fire."</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">"Anika's been watching a lot of Game of Thrones." Omkara explained, his voice deadpan as the rest of the table gawked at his smiling wife.</font>
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<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Thank you all so much for the amazing feedback so far! Truly truly appreciate it. Chapter 9 brought some pretty interesting responses, and I like reading comments both which agree with and enjoy my perspective (because obviously I want you to enjoy what I'm writing) and take on things, but I do also enjoy ones which make me really think about why I'm writing what I'm writing- so if any part of the story doesn't appeal to you, I'm totally up for discussion/ debate on why. Though I warn you now, having to think through and justify my thoughts kind of just makes me more determined to keep writing it😆But I have tried to explain in the post above this one why AniKarahappened in this story, which I think might be of interest to quite a few of you. Following trains of thought to their conclusions can lead to a lot- ENJOY YOUR DAYDREAMS, GUYS.</font>
<font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">
</font><font face="Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">Innika, I apologise for the late reply to your post- I promise it's coming. I have it open in a new tab on Chrome and I'm literally replying to it in pieces. It'll probably end up as long as an actual chapter by the time I'm done😆</font>
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