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Just building off my own imaginings and in line with the ongoing track... Enjoy! š I couldn't really think of a good name for this OS I'm open to a better name. š
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Annika stood frozen as Daksh pulled out an engagement ring and asked her to marry him...again. Her heart quickened and her palms were sweaty, she couldn't breathe. This time it wasn't just them, he was doing this in front of EVERYONE in the Oberoi Mansion. She glanced around taking in the expressions of shock on their faces. But there was one face she dared not look at.
She could feel him though, behind her. His presence enfolding her and clouding her mind of all else but the fact that he was right there watching his friend that she'd just known for a couple of days propose marriage to her.
"Please Annika...I love you. Please say yes!" Daksh pleaded.
How could she? How could she say yes when the only thing on her mind was her infuriating employer. When she felt absolutely nothing for the man professing love in front of her.
"Not this again, Daksh." Shivaay Singh Oberoi interjected, angrily? Annika kept her eyes to the ground, breathing hard. Tears blurred her eyes but she dared not shed another tear.
"She said no before." He continued. "No means no, Daksh, now stop this nonsense." He shouted and the room fell silent.
Annika squeezed her eyes shut the hurt replaying in her head. "Annika's obssessed with me."
"She wants to take Tia's place." "A tip from Shivaay baby."
"Yes!" Annika's voice echoed in the now silent room. All eyes swiveled to her. "Yes, I will marry you." Her voice rang clear without falter.
"Sach?" Daksh asked surprised. She nodded and his smile shone bright on his expressive face.
He lifted her hand where it lay limp at her side and slid his ring on her finger as she fought not to cry.
"Annika..." she swore she heard whispered anguished behind her and her heart stuttered. It was done. Now Shivaay Singh Oberoi could say she was obsessed with him no longer. She may not care for Daksh but he was sincere.
She would have never guessed that Shivaay would think such things about her after everything that had happened. She wanted to believe that time had made him change what he once arrogantly thought of her but she was so wrong.
He could never change. He was the same obnoxious, rude man who cared only about class, bloodline and lineage. He'd been clear before she didn't fit anywhere near his status. She was nothing but an employee. Expendable. A what did he once call her? A gold-digger.
After the planning of his wedding was over with, she would put him behind her once and for all. As for now, she no longer cared what he thought. She'd cared for far too long.
Daksh pulled on her hand, bringing her back from her thoughts and beamed at her. "This calls for celebration. Annika..." He bowed, hand held out to her, "dance with me?" Her first instinct was to refuse but she had just accepted to marry him. She forced a smile and held out a hand.
He led her off to the dance floor where other couples including Shivaay and Tia had made their way and Daksh held her close as a slow song started to play.
They danced and she tried hard and failed not to look at Shivaay dancing with Tia. Once or twice, their eyes would meet over their partners' shoulders but she would look away first still feeling the burn of his gaze on her face.
Daksh spins her away from him and into Shivaay's open arms. She is frozen for a second, confusion and emotions warring within her that she can't shake. She should hate him. But she could feel anything but hate for him.
Her skin burned where they touched even through her clothes. Shivaay lifted her hand in his, his gaze getting caught on the ring on her finger. Her eyes travel from her hand in his to his face. His eyes inscrutable as he twirled her around. As he hugged her from behind, his face so close, she could feel his breath on her cheek until he spun her away from him, then back.
She was lost. Lost in him. And confused, so confused. She didn't love this man. She couldn't.
The song came to an end and she slid her hand from his taut grip and spun away from him, the need for fresh air overpowering everything else.
She stumbled outside, her mind clouded with the weight of the decision she'd just taken. She was engaged!
She was engaged to be married...to Daksh!
"What have I done?" She whispered.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me." She heard Shivaay's voice behind her. She spun around, heart caught in her throat. She couldn't breathe. The air felt like it was being stifled as it traveled to her lungs.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." She managed to get out after a few deep breaths.
"You said yes!" He said reflectively, almost like he was talking to himself. "You said yes...to Daksh." He finished, looking at her now, shaking his head incredulously. His eyes looked glossed over. She couldn't read him. She never could. Seemed she'd always been wrong about him.
She didn't speak. Why did he care if she'd said yes to Daksh?
She looked anywhere but at him when she said, "I need to go, Sahil needs me." And she turned to walk away.
"Do you love him?" He asked to her back and she froze in place, her eyes darting side to side, what could she say to that? She started off again when a hand clamped around her arm and held her in place.
Her head swiveled back behind her and she looked down at his hand wrapped around her arm then back up at his face.
She twisted her arm in his grip, "Let go off me!" she gritted.
"Do you love him, Annika?" He asked again, stoically. "Kya farak padta hai?"
"Farak padta hai!" He shouted and she startled as he yanked her close, her chest pressed against his own. She could almost swear she felt his heart pounding against her chest echoing her own.
"Kyu?" she whispered, her eyes locked on his.
"Bas, farak padta hai." He growled backing her up until her back scrapped at the rough bark of a tree.
"Mujhe jaane do." She fought against his hold.
He just held her tighter, his fingers bruising. She winced.
"Just answer me dammit! Do you love him? Is that why you've been so distant?" He breathed against her face. His hot breath fanning across her lips.
Her breathing hiked as her chest rose and fell against his own. "I-" She shook her head, letting her eyes fall closed, "Let me go. Please."
Her eyes opened to pained kanji ones. His kanjo aankein shone a deep piercing blue in the moonlight as they bore into hers. "Annika..." He breathed, his head descending. His forehead touched her own, his eyes falling closed and all she could hear was their breathing in the cold night's air. Her own eyes fell closed as she breathed in the scent of him, he was everywhere, his body pressed against her own, his very being enveloped her. All she could see, breathe, feel, think was Shivaay Singh Oberoi.
"Annika..." He whispered, their eyes opened, his dropping to her lips then back to her eyes. Any closer and he would be..."Shivaay baby!" the spell broken by the voice of Tia. His fiancee. Annika pushed at his chest catching him off-guard and freeing herself from his hold.
Without thinking, she ran as she heard his voice carry on the wind calling her name...
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