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Originally posted by: hugsandkisses
You are my absolute favorite writer on India forums . Am so happy that you are starting to write for Ishaqbaaz . Interesting prologue . Do update soon
Chapter 1
A year later.
"I am home." Shivaay closed the door of the house that both he and Anika had bought together. Partnership it seemed was their bond.
"Oh good. Even Saahil should be home soon," piped Anika coming out of the study.
"Great. So we celebrate." Shivaay enthuses.
"What are we celebrating?" She went up to Shivaay and gave him a kiss. Their greeting norm. Now, even Saahil had gotten used to seeing them like this morning and evening. He called it "soppy love" but she had seen the smile of elation he had on the fact that she was with SSO, the baghad billa. How he had stressed that only a man who loved his oh-so-independent sister (officially mother) could do that for him, support her in her fight for adoption.
She mused as she reminisced the day 6 months back when Saahil had become her son. And all because of Shivaay Singh Oberoi. If not for him, the system would not accept, a single woman, the right to adopt her brother.
Was it the only reason she was with him?
"Here." Shivaay broke into her thoughts by handing over a cheque.
"What's this?"
"Celebration! Rather reason for celebration." Shivaay gave his beguiling smile.
"3 lakhs. Why is it in my name?"
"The first instalment." Shivaay cryptically added.
"Are you going to tell me straight or are we to play twenty questions?"
"Repayment. Anika, you knew I would do this." Shivaay explained.
"I did? Since when? What are we repaying?" Anika, put her hand on the hip, tilted her head and took the stance that Shivaay knew was the pose she always took when she was ready to fight.
He made the mistake of smiling.
"And what is amusing? Answer me dammit. You stop being the SSO, the bagadh billa that I..."
"Love so much..." Shivaay interrupted.
"Stop it. Tum kabhie baaz nahi aaoge."
"Aur tum kabhie meri baat manogi nahi."
"Phir apni wahi, SSO waali harkaton par utar aaye."
"Le lo."
"Kyon. Kyon loon mein ye. Ek baat batao. Jab meine agree kiya tha, ki mein investor bann ne ke liye ready hoon tab bola tha... tab... mein repay kar rahi thi. Aaj ye deke tum kya saabit karna chahtey ho Mr Shivaay Singh Oberoi?" Anika just lost her temper.
"Ki hamari company profit kar rahi hai." Shivaay slid it in smoothly.
"Tumhari company. Not mine." Anika stressed.
"But it began because of the those first 30 lakhs, almost 4 years back now."
"Which I owed you anyway."
"That is not the point." Shivaay argued.
"Then what is? That your ego cannot take the fact that I, Anika, could give you back the money? That despite you blaming me for your broken relationship with Tia, I chose to help you when you lost everything? Are we back to that? Has the last 8 months not been worth anything to you?"
"Well you still refuse to marry me. So I have to pay my partner."
"So, if I had married you, you would have not paid me back?"
"What kind of convoluted logic is that. I would have, of course." Shivaay realized that he made yet another mistake.
"Shivaay Singh Oberoi, you are the worst. Pata nahi woh kaunsa manhoos din tha, the day I met you." Anika raised her voice in anger and lashed out at him. About to pick up the nearest vase and throw it when she heard from the doorway,
"Aap dono phir shuru ho gaye? Mein kabhie school kaise jaa paaonga, if both of you want to kill each other whenever I am out of the house?" Saahil pleadingly admonished.
Anika just harrumphed and walked away.
Why? She lamented as she sat on her bed; their bed, she corrected mentally. Why does he do this all the time. He was the most loving and the most frustrating man she knew.
She could not believe that he could do this. How dare he pay her back? How dare he belittle what they had with money? How dare...
She still did not want to believe that he could love her enough to be with her and his asking her to marry him, yet again was too much to take. How was she to believe that everything was okay with him? Did he still not believe that bloodline was everything? Wasn't the deal he did with the Khurana's a testament to that and the deal that he did not do with Malhotra a proclamation that for him, new money was not good enough to even do business, let alone... be friends.
Then why was he with her? Why had he asked her to marry him? Why did he agree to live with her. Well, at least she knew the answer to that one. Because of Saahil. To help her with the adoption. But now he could move out. He could marry anyone he wanted. Not her. Never her. And he had not asked her again after that day to marry her again. Why?
"Oh My God". She lamented aloud.
" I am mad. I don't know if I want to marry him. I don't know if I even want him ask me to marry me, but here I am, wondering why he has not asked me, for almost a year again? How typical. How Annika, Shivaay would say. Jo sochti ho woh karti nahi. Jo karti ho woh sochti nahi."
And she laughed, making the gesture of being mad with her hand as she always did.
Where was this all leading?
Just then Shivaay walked into the bedroom.
"Talking to yourself again, I see. Soon you shall really lose it Anika and besides driving me mad, you are surely driving yourself mad."
"So, you would like that isn't it?"
"What nonsense."
"Of course. You would love it that I go mad. So that you can then claim everything you want from. Namely marrying me."
"Did I ask you again to marry me?"
"No."
"Then what makes you think I want to marry you... So, I was deranged that day..."
"But... Just now... you mentioned..."
"What did I mention?" He walked towards her slowly unbuttoning his shirt after having thrown the removed tie on a nearby chaise lounge.
"That... that..." She got distracted with the chest hair showing through the gaping ends of the shirt and licked her lips. She felt the familiar start of fire burning deep within her. Her eyes travelling lower to where his fingers were working on the last button of the shirt and could not help but notice the bulge lower still.
Her eyes darted up. She then looked away, with guilt of having been caught in them. She ran her fingers on her hair shakily, and cursing the shake mentally.
"That..." Shivaay whispered near her lips, as he closed last of the gap between them with couple of steps.
Anika looked at him, then at his lips and then again up into his eyes.
"That..." She was lost. Lost in his eyes; kanji aankhein.
"Why fight me Anika? I know you enjoy it. And you know what it does to me." He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
"What did I mention, that... you did not..."
Anika put a hand on his lips. "Leave it. You just want to fight. And I don't want to."
"Then what do you want?" And promptly slapped her hand on her mouth.
They made a sight. His arm around her waist, her hands, one on his mouth and other on her.
That is when Saahil decided to knock on the door and yell,
"Agar baghad billa aur meri official maatey... aapka... bharat... oops... prem milaap khatam hua ho... aur na bhi hua ho... toh kya hum khaana kha saktey hain... bhook lagi hai... zor se...!"
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