SS || What Happens In Switzerland [Pt.IV Updated] - Page 19

Nice update...

Ok...things r getting intense...cant wait...

I'm all caught up! I'm so glad chapter 3 was so lengthy, thank you for spoiling us. It was wonderfully written

Innika love,

Sexual tension in the air

Reserved

Hey, So finally I came home & read it! I had a long day at work & this was such a pleasure to relax & read!
Love how Anika is thin on control but still maintains it & fights back.
The best way to win her back would be to give her space. She doesn't need wooing, she just needs to know that he is not gonna go away anywhere anytime soon!

Poor Rudra! Saumya reminds me of Shivaay when Daksh came. Not knowing what he really wants. Saumya's is such a cutie pie I tell you! She is the understanding one when it comes to every other person's problems but when it comes to her she is Oblivious to it.
I loved this update & I feel it is essential to built the story!

Author's Note

This update was scheduled for Sunday, but I finished it early, so here it is! This one is the longest update by far, but its heaps of romance, and not a lot of plot development. However, do keep your eyes out, because this one has heaps of little bits of important information about the future chapters. Some of the stuff is quite symbolic, so please do read between the lines <33

Thank you so much for all the kind words, condolences and sweet comments I have gotten on this story, as well as all the PMs I have received. Everything is extremely appreciated, and I will definitely get back to all of you as soon as things in my personal life, as well as my internet, get better.

So, I got multiple requests for some intense romance, and I've tried to oblige as much as I can, at least in this chapter. Saying that though, I like alluding to concepts rather than going into full-blown, vivid descriptions, so I'm really sorry if the hotter scenes don't reach your expectations. This update is definitely quite mature, and if you aren't comfortable with sexual insinuations, I suggest skipping this one!

Hope you enjoy this update!

With love,

Innika

IV | Ignoring the Elephant

Shivaay Singh Oberoi was known to be quite obsessional at times.

Apart from his obvious infatuation with a certain wedding-planner turned wife, and his love for the Oberoi brotherhood, the universe knew of just one more thing that this cold businessman was fanatical about.

Coffee.

Mishra had once had a press release organised to confirm this very fact. Some reporters had questioned Oberoi Industries' penchant for buying multinational corporations that solely enterprised coffee, so Shivaay had all but commanded that his love for the drink be clarified to the whole world. Mishra had filled them in on this, as well as confided to the media that Oberoi Mansion had a current total of 92 coffee machines on the premises, and the figure was steadily growing. This news had been sensationalized even; and Shivaay now took extreme pleasure when every meeting, press release or event he attended, a steaming Americano was proffered before a hand.

So naturally, the coffee went missing first.

Head pounding, Shivaay made his way downstairs for a much-needed mug of his beloved Americano. Rudra had insisted that Annika had just been having a bad day, and that was why she had resisted his advances. Thus, they had stayed up the whole night rehearsing seduction tactics, for the next phase of Mission: Courting Mrs. Oberoi.

Only the buzz that caffeine gave could make him feel better, so when Shivaay opened the kitchen cabinet where he had personally put his coffee machine in, and found it empty, he growled. But he couldn't be bothered to search for it, so he went to the pantry, where he had lovingly deposited his stash of instant coffee mix. But apparently, that was missing too.

Fully expecting his vengeful wife to have pulled some sort of stupid prank on him, he burst into her room, without knocking, But she was asleep, one bare arm sticking out from under the sheets. Swallowing the lump that had risen in his throat, Shivaay quickly hurried out of her room.

But if Annika hadn't done it, who had?

It couldn't be Rudra, because once, when he was barely a teenager, he had hidden his coffee machine with the help of Om. To say that Shivaay had raised hell would have been an understatement. So no, it wouldn't be Rudra, and then the only person left would be Saumya. Logically though, she was one of the most mature, and educated people he knew, so he assumed that she couldn't be silly enough to do something so stupid.

In a last ditch attempt, Shivaay sighed and reached into his suitcase to find the emergency coffee sachets that he always carried with him. Sighing as he sipped the hot drink, he made his way back to his bedroom, unaware of the chubby woman who had let out a loud groan, frustrated with her first defeat.

Unfazed, Saumya hurried to Annika Di's room, to tell her to put the other plan in motion.

Soon, the itching started.

Grinning as he preened his hair, and patted his built arms, Rudra admired his naked body in the mirror. Pulling on his clothes unwillingly, upset to have to hide his beautiful build, Rudra hurried down the stairs to eat breakfast.

The two women were completely unfazed as they slowly ate breakfast, murmuring between themselves. Shivaay tried to make conversation a few times, but was soon quelled by his wife's reproachful glares. The whole affair was one that was boringly normal, until Rudra jumped out of his chair.

"Oh my mata!"

Annika bit back a grin, as she reached towards her youngest brother-in-law as he squealed, clutching his butt. He jumped around the kitchen table, as the other three looked at him in utter shock. Choking something out about an itch, Rudra furiously scratched his behind, forgetting all surreptitiousness, as he soon ran out of the room. Confused, Shivaay eventually followed him, worry streaking his face.

When they were both out of earshot, Saumya and Annika took one look at each other, and almost fell out of their chair laughing.

Later that day, Saumya spied on Shivaay as he put the finishing touches, a handful of meticulously cut pistachios, over the dessert he had spent all of lunch preparing. She had overheard the conversation between the brothers, an heir-brained schemed to woo Annika with food, and had decided to seek revenge for the failed coffee prank. She watched as he left the dish in the smaller butler's suite, and hurriedly hid behind the wall as he took of his apron, and made his way upstairs.

Salt shaker in hand, Saumya edged into the small kitchenette where the still steaming gajar ka halwa sat in all of its glory. She tried to swallow the guilt that was bubbling over her naiveties, but it was to no avail. She knew that Bade Bhaiya was trying his very best, albeit not in the best ways, but he was trying all the same. But she couldn't ignore what she had seen Annika Di face either; and even though she knew that they loved each other, the truth was, Annika Di and Shivaay Bhaiya were hurting each other. And like Bade Bhaiya had her idiot best friend to support him, she would stand by Annika through hell or high water.

Ignoring the slight niggling in her stomach, she unscrewed the cap and was about to empty its contents into the dessert, when a strong hand pulled her wrist back.

Rudra's accusing eyes grasped hers, so that she couldn't move. His dark eyes, usually alight with mischief, were filled with something she couldn't place, and something she could. Pain.

"Saumya?"

"Ru...Rudra?" Her voice wavered as she spoke; the intensity of his gaze setting goosebumps across the fair expanse of her smooth skin. She couldn't even look away if she tried, because there was a pull of sorts between them, that was so tense, that it was unbreakable.

"Really?"

"Rudra - "Saumya found her eyes burning as his coolness seeped through her veins, as if his disappointment was far more ravaging than his anger could ever be. Her tears threatening to fall any minute, she looked away from his face when he dropped her wrist like he was fisting acid.

Rudra's face was red, his hands shaking beside him, as he slowly stepped backwards, his voice echoing through the small room.

"No, let me talk. I don't care how angry you are at me; I can't believe that you would try to break apart Shivaay Bhaiya and Annika Bhabhi!"

"What? How could you say that to me? Why would I - "Saumya tried to interrupt, but he held his hands up to silence her as he kept accusing, tone cold and insolent.

"Oh my god, you pulled all that crap today! My pants, Bhaiya's coffee..."

"Look, I can explain that - "Involuntarily, Saumya stepped closer to him, reaching out to take his large hands in hers. He didn't pull away this time, just looked down and sighed.

"Oh, for god's sake, Saumya. I expected a bit more from you."

She started crying then, as his disheartened eyes refused to meet hers, and suddenly she felt like she had just broken something between them. That unwavering faith; the one that had not been crossed through all that they had been through. Choked with tears, her voice made him look up, suddenly aware, and his face visibly softened as she implored faintly.

"Will you please listen to me?!"

He nodded slightly, pulling her down with him as he slid down the cupboard, hand still in hers. Their backs against the wooden cabinet door, they sat in silence for a while, as she finally made up her mind to tell him the truth.

"It was my idea. Me and Annika Di are both fed up with all of the shit that you two have dragged us through; so we just wanted to exact some revenge. It was harmless fun."

Rudra grunted loudly, turning towards her as his arms crossed against his chest in apparent anger. If she hadn't felt so cornered, Saumya would have almost smiled. An indignant furrow of his brow, Rudra closely resembled a five-year-old throwing a tantrum.

"Harmless? I'll have you known that that was some bloody harmful fun' you two pulled. I have rashes on my - "Saumya's eyes widened as she understood what he was about to say, so she clamped her hand over his mouth.

"Please don't finish that sentence."

They both burst into laughter, then.

Tears of mirth running down their face, they clutched at each other as their sweet peals of laughter moved through the whole house. When the last of their laughter faded away, Saumya found herself being squeezed into a bone-crushing hug. Her heart skipped a beat, but when she heard Rudra mutter something about missing his best friend into her hair, she slowly let go.

Giving him a watering smile, she squeezed his hand as he leaned his head against the cupboard, his words washing away in the background as she swallowed her tears silently.

"Sumo, you know that... Shivaay Bhaiya's sorry, right?" His voice cut in through her plight, as he turned to face her again, head nodding to assert his point further. She knew that Bade Bhaiya was sorry, but she wished other people were sorry too. But alas...

"Well, why doesn't he just make amends, then?" She asked, hesitantly, as she subconsciously leaned into him, hoping against hope that Rudra would understand what she was trying to say,

"He is trying to - just in his own way." His hands suddenly on her shoulders, he moved her so she faced him again as he gave her a curve of his lips, face filled with certainty. He understood.

"Then maybe Annika Di should forgive him." The small smile playing at her lips grew, as she beamed back at him, before clumsily getting up.

Ushering him to follow her, she picked up the bowl of gajar ka halwa, and led him to the deck behind the house.

"Why'd you take that, Sumo? Shivaay Bhaiya made it so that Annika Di- "

"Won't forgive him." She interrupted his protests coolly, as she sat down on the edge of the wooden platform, which sat just above the lake that they had seen on the first day.

"How can you say that?" Rudra huffed, dropping down next to her, his bare feet slipping into the cool water. It gave him some strange nostalgia, as he remembered the pool back at the Mansion.

"Because Annika Di is really hurt, and you men won't understand how to fix it."

"That's not true - "

"By the way, whose genius idea was it to get him to crassly hit on her?" Saumya smirked, dipping a spoon into the bowl of gajar ka halwa as she did. Rudra spluttered for a few minutes, before sheepishly pursing his lips.

"Mhmm...Bade Bhaiya does cook well." Her eyes blissfully closed as she savoured the milky sweetness in her mouth, oblivious to the intrigue that her best friend was watching her with.

"I bet that this was just a plan to eat the halwa."

"Can't say it didn't cross my mind." Saumya winked, handing over the bowl and spoon into his waiting hands. He undecidedly ate a spoon of the dessert, and grinned as he quietly praised his brother's culinary genius.

"What do we do, Somu?"

"Oh, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that!"

"What are you suggesting?"

"That, while I admire your efforts, Dumbbell Oberoi, I think we need to pull something slightly more effective to get them back together."

Backs to the open backdoor, the two best friends talked like they had been starved of each other's presence, neither one really aware as to how much the other had missed them.

They both had had a silent understanding, where that day was not to be spoken about, but again, neither realised that that very idea was tearing them both up inside.

They were both so distracted with all that they were planning and thinking, that the third shadow on the deck went completely unnoticed.

(Continued in the next post)

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Humming to herself, Annika locked the bathroom door behind her. Apparently even plotting against the baghad billa could take a toll on her - indeed, all the sneaking around had given her aching muscles, and throbbing temples.

God, and now she could smell him too.

The intoxicating scent of her husband filled her nostrils, and she pressed her lips together, as if it would stop her from feeling him around her. But Shivaay did smell divine; like expensive cologne, and clean linen, but also like warmth, and protection.

How could a person smell like a feeling?

Trust him to know how to.

She tossed her head back and sighed, fully intending to run herself a well-earned bath, and forget about all things Oberoi for an hour or two. She couldn't however, because just as she was about to undo her robe, she looked up.

Annika screamed.

"AAAH! What are YOU doing here?!"

Wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips, Shivaay Singh Oberoi closely resembled a Greek god. As he turned around to face his elusive wife, said woman tried to control her raging hormones. His hair wet and tousled, water dripping from his taut chest, and lean muscles, it was proving easier said than done. She watched, blushing wildly, as a droplet of water trailed down his Herculean build, past his defined abs, and into his...

Shivaay, on the other hand, refused to meet her eyes - this time, she was really angry. But he hadn't planned this run-in at all, and as he slowly faced her to tell her exactly that, he met a shock of his own.

"I saw a bit of mould in my shower so I...wow."

His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him.

The sheer, wine silk robe barely reached Annika's mid-thigh, leaving nothing to imagination.

Hungrily, his eyes swept her lithe figure; up her slender legs, to her full hips, past the artful dip in her waist. He couldn't help but softly groan as his eyes were drawn to the tempting neck of the robe, which flaunted the inviting plunge of her cleavage.

He felt like a livewire had stung him, as he fisted his hands on his towel, as he wordlessly memorized the hollow of her collarbones, the sweep of her swanned neck, stopping at her rubied lips.

He would have pinned her to the wall in the very next instant, if something hadn't distracted him.

Shivaay nearly let out a snarl as he noticed the haphazard knot that his wife had tied her hair back in. Why had she tied her hair up?

Annika knew how obsessed he was with her long, silky waves.

He had had dreams about her, even when he was engaged to Tia. It disgusted him then; to have such lascivious fantasies about his crass wedding planner, when he had explicitly informed his fiance that he didn't have time for the make-out session that she kept trying to incite, let alone sex.

But he couldn't help it; he was a red-blooded man, and he did have eyes (attractive ones, at that).

The first time he had really seen her as a woman, rather than his sister's foul-mouthed tyrant best friend, was when he had thrown her into the pool. He had felt her soft curves melting against his body then, seen the outline of her breasts under the thin cotton blouse she had worn. Her skin glowing under the light of the moon, and her full, rosy lips inviting him to kiss her senseless.

He had needed a cold shower that night, and then, because the goddamn woman just never left him alone, she managed to destroy any chance of sleep that he had had as well.

Shivaay had been a teenage boy once upon a time, so wet dreams weren't new. But what really drove him insane, when he thought about Annika, was her hair.

Their bodies moving in seamless rhythm; their bare chests crushed against each other, as he weaved his fingers in her disheveled tresses. Fisting the black silk of her hair, he would pound into her alluring frame, her voice hoarse as she screamed his name repeatedly. And then later, when he woke up, he imagined what it would feel like to have her beside him, the satin sheets delineating her naked frame, her hair fanned against the pillow as she slept peacefully.

Then just as he reached to devour her mouth again, he would snap out of it.

But now, Shivaay realised, as he gazed at Annika, his wife, he had the right to do what he was about to do. Making his way towards her almost predatorily, he smirked slightly as he watched her throat pulse slightly, not missing her gulp.

Annika cursed her foul luck.

Now usually, the thought of being in something so scanty would be enough to set her into fits of michmichi, but she hadn't really had much of a choice. Badi Ma didn't really seem to have had much of a hand in packing her luggage, so apart from the few decent blouses, jeans and maxi dresses that she had managed to throw in, finding something that wasn't tiny, sheer or backless was proving to be a mission.

Her mother-in-law had gone nuts. She winced as she recalled pulling out multiple sets of lingerie, blouseless sarees, and for reasons beyond her understanding, a pair of handcuffs.

And what she would never, ever be able to forget in all the lifetimes that she would live; another note, with three words. Don't use protection!

Cheeks flushing, she tentatively glanced at her fast-advancing husband, who was sporting the most devilish grin.

Shivaay didn't say anything at all, and Annika was too taken aback to steal her customary quip. So, she stood dead-still as her husband wordlessly reached behind her head, the rough hair on his forearm brushing the nape of her neck, the slight touch nearly setting her skin on fire. Annika still didn't move, when he softly undo-ed her bun, tousling her hair with nimble fingers. When he used both hands to tenderly frame her hair so they covered the open neck of her robe though, she found herself involuntarily arching towards his touch. Shivaay's eyes darkened as he watched her respond to his rough fingers, but he still moved back, putting some distance between them. For the sakes of morality, he didn't want to touch her, lest he couldn't control himself. Body clenched and legs almost shaking, he leaned against the bathroom counter, still watching her intently.

"Stop staring at me!" Eyes narrowed, Annika nearly barked at him. His stupid, stupid eyes, the ones that always looked like they were staring into her very soul.

Arms folded across his chest, Shivaay smirked, eyes twinkling, at her feisty demand. If there was one way he especially enjoyed seeing this woman, it would have to annoyed. An irritated Annika was easily her most adorable self, as she had been when he had first met her. Deciding to push her buttons, he retorted smoothly.

"Well, you are my wife, you know. You are mine to look at."

"You are a pervert; you know? And I'm not your anything." Annika gasped, in annoyance. So he had willingly covered her up, when he could have been...when they could be doing other things, but that was beside the point. Annika deliberately ignored the fact that maybe that was what was bothering her the most.

"Really?" Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even notice when her husband had swung off the counter, and was now edging towards her again. Oh shit.

She moved back steadily, not paying attention to what was behind her, hands out, attempting to put a gap between them. Shivaay had that smile on his face again, the one that he always had when he flirted with her, or when he taught her the meaning of a dirty word.

"S.. Shivaay, don't come any closer. I swear to god, that I will destroy - "His hands shot out to catch her, but in a state of panic, Annika had managed to grab his biceps and pull him backwards with her.

Consequently, they were now, in a tangle of limbs and slipping clothing, wrapped around each other, inside the bathtub. Eyes screwed shut, Annika didn't realise where his face had landed until she felt him breath deeply.

Was he smelling her?

Head buried in the curve of her throat, Shivaay inhaled deeply, savouring her heady scent desperately, like it was his lifeline. Citrus, but with a hint of something he couldn't quite recognise. Vanilla?

He could feel her flush without moving, the heat of her cheeks travelling through her body. Exercising as much self-control as he very well knew how to, he slid his palms from under the small of her back and tried to reposition himself.

"Annika?"

He really couldn't help himself. His wife seemed to have permanently glued her eyes shut, her face contorted in immense contortion. Smiling lightly at how endearing she still looked, he used one of his hands to cup her cheeks. Ignoring the slight jerk that shook through her body, Shivaay used the tips of his fingers to open her eyelids.

As cerulean met cocoa, Shivaay and Annika found themselves involuntarily participating in a battle of wills. Eyes not moving from her face, Shivaay readjusted his slipping towel. Face completely colored at the implications of the situation, Annika eventually went to close her eyes again, but stopped when Shivaay shook his head.

"You need to let go of me."

"Huh?"

"You're holding onto me." His voice was full of mirth, and Annika's eyes widened as she realised that she her arms were still wrapped around him. Almost in an instant, Annika let go of his shoulders like he was on fire, pushed him off her, and scrambled out of the tub hastily. Not looking back, not even to take her towel, she made a bolt for it.

Still in the tub, chest heaving, Shivaay sighed.

He needed a cold shower, badly.

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So that was that, and trust me when I say, that little bathroom scene had me at my wit's end! I don't know how people are capable of writing such intense love scenes, I was blushing the whole way through writing this!

Let's do a bit of housekeeping now;

Anu, thank you for asking about Shivaay's NKK obsession, I was hoping someone would pick up on it. This is supposed to be a very light, distract-everyone-from-the-horrors-of-the-show story, but yes, you will probably get something along the lines of this fight between ShivIka in the later chapters. I like doing this thing with my stories, where they are all loosely interconnected, so if not this story, you will definitely get some sort of writing from me regarding ShivIka's NKK fight.

This story doesn't intend to get them to be happily ever after, but realise how much they need and love each other. However, if things on the homefront get better, I will start writing some of the darker ShivIka scenes soon. There's one really angsty sub-plot I have planned out for this story, as well as a bit of a crime/mystery element, and those scenes essentially serve to get both couples to get closer, and realise their feelings towards each other.

So, if I have to answer your question in a short way, let's just say, that no, Shivaay has not forgotten his NKK principles, but rather (like he is currently on the show), is ignoring them for a short period of time, while he romances his wife without any inhibitions. When the time comes though, he will come to terms with it, and ShivIka will have to face the brunt of that battle together. Hope that kind of explained it?

Last thing before I sign off; this is not the RumYa makeup scene. I'm clarifying this, because as you have read, they are both ignoring the fact that they are married, for the sake of ShivIka, and for upholding their friendship. This friendship is going to strengthen in the next few chapters, and then, like ShivIka, they will have to deal with their wedding, and their feelings for each other.

I would love some constructive criticism everyone, so please shoot if you're not happy with the update!

Innika