ShivIka FF: An Ishqbaaaz Rising *3.7 Updated* (2nd July, Page 82) - Page 20

2.10 Aloo Puri

"Um... Mr. SSO... are you sure ismein chini hoti hai?"

Shivaay looked up distractedly at the smaller boy who was actually looking alarmed as he sat on the counter observing him for the past seventeen minutes.

To be honest he was actually surprised that he had been able to remain quiet for this long. Mainly because he expected him to be identical to his sister in almost every way - so obviously staying quiet was not something he had expected out of this smaller sized male version Annika.

"Ha bhaiya - even I don't think ki ismein chini hoti hai," Rudra piped in from where he had been leaning intently from beside Sahil.

These two make a pair now don't they!

"Its all in the blend bwoys - all flavors come in to make the perfect blend - don't worry... you will see."

But even as he said that - he tried gently smelling the now steaming stew - but immediately leaned back.

Potatoes and him didn't really get along too well and the oil - hmm... maybe we can try it with olive oil?

But before he could start pouring the olive oil into the shallow pan for the puri' he felt her presence before she had actually come headlong crashing into him.

"No! No! No! You don't fry puri' in olive oil -"

But he was not really concentrating on her words because her hand was now grabbing his arm... and like every single time they touched, it rendered him absolutely motionless.

But even as he felt himself drown in those hypnotizing doe-like honey brown eyes he become aware of the dull anguish that had never really left him since the morning.

Stop Shivaay -

But she interrupted his thoughts again when she firmly let go of his arm (and he wasn't prepared to feel the emptiness that filled him then) and instead pulled off the olive oil bottle from under his arm.

"What-?"

"Puri aap olive oil mein banane wale the?"

"Ha?"

"Aap pehle se paagal hai ya sirf mujse milne ke bad aapko yeh dohre padte hai?"

Shivaay stuttered at that. Why did everything have to be so difficult with her?

"Excuse me?"

"Ha - toh kya?"

Shivaay felt an extremely familiar frustrating bubble rise within him.

"Language"

Annika rolled her eyes and he narrowed his eyes at that. He felt like throwing his brother Omkara a dirty look - this was his doing. Rolling eyes was a signature Omkara style and now she had caught on - but he controlled the desire because he knew Annika was enough of a problem to involve a third person into this - then it would definitely turn into a circus.

So he settled for genuinely voicing his opinion.

Maybe a straight question would lead to a straight answer? Anyway, it was worth a shot, right?

Sighing, he tried.

"Anyway - olive oil mein puri' kyun nahi ban sakti?"

"Aapki naak 90 degrees se neeche kabhi kyun nahi ho sakti?"

Nope.

She cannot give straight answers - dead end Shivaay.

It didn't help his temper when he heard even more laughter at his expense.

Clearly irritated he took a step forward threateningly. "Enough. My kitchen - my rules - now hand over the oil"

Again, he felt more then saw Annika's anger.

But before he could say something - she had a complete turn around it seemed - because she had plastered an extremely obvious fake sweet smile and while he was trying to figure out what the hell was now going inside the stubborn head of hers she had in one single side step moved past him and made a run for it with the bottle.

"WHAT THE WUCK!"

He only stared after her retreating back and he struggled to keep a check on his frustration - "kya chiz hai yeh ladki?"

But suddenly he felt a hovering knife in front of him as he slowly turned to see where that knife was actually being held from - and came face to face with what he now was absolutely (no doubt in his mind at all) certain was in fact smaller sized male Annika.

"Meri didi ko chiz' nahi bolneka...smajhe Mr. S-S-O?"

And he wanted to roll his eyes at that. So he was actually proud of himself for resisting that urge.

"What? Didn't you just see what she pulled?"

And then he saw the much younger boy smile - and he felt his heart melt a little. He really was his sister's brother now, wasn't he?

Rudra was grinning quietly from his position - despite his resentment - despite his heartbreak - he couldn't be indifferent to both his superman and a happy environment. There was also the small worry at the back of his mind that his brother didn't really know what to do with kids' per se - because while he could be extremely patient and indulgent to a fault - he really didn't know how to just have fun.

So there was also the curiosity in him to see how his elder brother would be learning to build a relationship with this small hurricane of a boy.

"Ha - dekhana... ek number hai na hum bhai behen?"

Sahil's innocent shrug pulled him back to his ache - and Shivaay felt himself stiffen slightly.

And he nodded absently at the smiling boy before sighing and taking out the other (normal vegetable oil) oil bottle from the other side of the pullout and then steadfastly continuing to make the promised puri.

Unknown to him, a silent Om was carefully watching the full exchange with an extremely guarded expression.

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2.11 Mask II. A (Kapoors')

Originally posted by: MorningStar01

Res' 😳

Originally posted by: LilyJames0194

Hi! Thank you for commenting. But at the absolute risk of sounding totally uninformed, I HAVE to ask - what do 'res/unres'?

Somebody had used it earlier as well - but I am not sure what it means. Hope you don't mind and are enjoying the story?

Love,

LJ