1 | More than 50 Lakhs
Characters: ShivIka, Omkara, Rudra, Saumya, Priyanka
Summary: In which Shivaay buys Annika yet another sari.
The morning had been eventful, to the say the very least.
For one, Shivaay Singh Oberoi had practically pranced into the kitchen that morning, a grin lighting up his features like he had just fallen in love again.
For god's sake, the man was whistling now.
On its own, this occurrence would be enough to nearly overthrow the entirety of the Oberoi empire itself, but what made a whistling Shivaay even more Ludacris, was the fact that his beloved wife was thumping about upstairs, evidently livid about something or another.
Omkara, Rudra, Priyanka and Saumya studied their elder brother with mounting concern, which only got stronger when they heard the distinct sound of broken china from one of the million rooms upstairs.
Shivaay looked quite unperturbed by the noise travelling downstairs as he offered them a choice between eggs benedict and a Spanish omelet. And without fail, the whistling had recommenced as soon as the words had left his mouth.
Now this didn't make sense.
If there was one thing they knew about the man before them, it was that he practically lived through his wife's emotions. If Annika was happy, so was Shivaay. If she was upset, Shivaay would also sport a frown for the day. If she was angry, then Shivaay would do what he did best, and bring his angry, young man routine out of the works.
So while Annika Shivaay Singh Oberoi was breaking things in her room, one did not expect her husband to be in the the grand Oberoi kitchen, chopping tomatoes leisurely.
"Annika Didi is in a particularly foul mood today."
Rudra finally broke the awed silence, choosing his words carefully, wincing as he heard the sound of another ceramic being flung to its death. The rest of the Oberoi siblings immediately focused their attention back to Shivaay, who merely grinned.
"I think it's because the Luthra bride decided to change the colour scheme of the wedding two days before the sangeet." Priyanka wrung her hands, worriedly, as she considered going upstairs to check on her best friend, and then immediately decided against it, as the sound of an incoherent growl echoed through the mansion.
"Oh, don't you worry! Annika's going to be extra happy today." Shivaay almost sang, now slivering potatoes, his experienced hands moving meticulously across the chopping board.
"And why is that?" Om looked at his brother with growing suspicion, brows furrowed at the antics of his brother.
Out of all of the siblings, Om was the most observant, so he actually noticed the slight nervousness flit across Shivaay's face, before it immediately changed to one of immense pride.
"See, I bought her a sari today!"
"Again?" The four cried in unison, almost falling off their chairs in exasperation. It was quite well-known that Shivaay liked to spend money, especially on his beautiful wife, but she, in turn, did not appreciate the expensive sentiments. Annika liked to save money, and no matter how hard Shivaay tried to convince her that they were Oberoi's and they could afford it, she refused to budge.
"Tell me that there's an occasion this time, Bhaiya."
Shivaay looked at them sheepishly, as he moved his hand through his hard lightly, effectively performing a reprised version of his famous hair flick.
"Well, she looks so - "
"You bought her one on Monday!" Saumya sighed, before turning to her husband accusingly, who was now sporting a grin of his own.
"I think it's cute!"
"Of course you think it's cute. Yet you don't buy me any saris!" Saumya huffed, turning her chair away from Rudra, who just looked extremely perplexed.
"But Sumo, you don't wear saris."
"Not the point."
Rudra pouted, but Saumya didn't look back at him, and rather, turned to her eldest brother-in-law, promptly deciding to burst his bubble, but Shivaay's face just split into an even wider beam.
"You know, Annika Didi says that she hates saris. She can't run around all the time if she's wearing one."
"That's one of the reasons I love buying Annika saris so much!"
"How much did you spend this tine?" Om questioned impatiently, raising a knowing eyebrow.
"Oh, not too much."
"Past 10 again?"
"Maybe."
"Oh god, Shivaay. Tell me you didn't spend more than 30?"
"So it may or may not have been in the 50's."
"Are you telling me that you bought Annika a sari that's worth more than 50 lakhs?" Prinku said in awe, pouting as she thought about her husband, who had lovingly gifted her a pair of handcuffs for their first anniversary.
"Oh my mata!" Rudra exclaimed in admiration, as he reminded himself to buy Saumya something when he went out as well. As the self-awarded most romantic Oberoi brother, he needed to match up to his eldest brother's feat quickly. Would Saumya prefer red velvet cake or a plain chocolate fudge?
Meanwhile, the sensible two of the group spoke in hushed whispers as they weighed the situation, and its many issues.
"On a scale of one to ten, how screwed is Bade Bhaiya?" Saumya whispered, eyes wide in fear. She loved her Annika Di more than anything, but when she was angry, she was absolutely terrifying.
"Let's not go there." Om replied gravely, as he mentally counted down to Shivaay's impending doom.
Any second now.
As if on cue, a door banged open and Annika's voice almost bellowed down the stairs, barging in through the open kitchen doors.
"Shivaay Singh Oberoi, you come in here right this instant!"
"Coming!"
The said man dropped the skillet beside the stove, and almost sprinted out of the kitchen, ignoring Rudra's chuckle, and a word that sounded characteristically like whipped.
As Saumya rushed to turn down the flame of the alight burner, eyes screwed shut in dread for what was about to come, the other three occupants of the kitchen simply buried their face in their hands as they heard Annika roar.
"This was how many lakhs?!"
Edited by Innika - 8 years ago
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