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After it was decided that Shivaay and Anika would be traveling to Switzerland together for the conferences, the elder businessmen left the two to discuss their presentation for the conference. Shivaay and Anika stared at each other from opposite ends of the room.
"Why didn't you disagree? To the business trip, I mean. I didn't think you'd want to be seen with me alone anywhere at all?" Anika snarked, crossing her arms and scowling.
"And what on earth would make you think that?" Shivaay replied defiantly with equal snark. He crossed the room and stood just a foot away from Anika. Anika instinctively backed away as he neared.
"Vaise, tumhari English kaafi improve ho chuki hai. Kaha se seekhi itni acchi English?" Shivaay murmured, advancing towards Anika slowly, while she backed up into the wall behind her.
"Aap se matlab?" Anika muttered crossly, hitting the wall behind her. Her breaths increased rapidly as he came close to her. He pinned her to the wall and said, "tumse related har koi cheez se mutse matlab hai. After all, tum meri-" Shivaay started, but Anika cut him off.
"Kya jatane ke koshish kar rahe hai aap? You'll apologize, say what you should have said a full two years ago, aur me aap ko maaf kardungi? Aise hi?"
Shivaay paused, staring straight into her eyes. "Shayad. Shayad," Shivaay whispered, leaning his face closer to hers, their breaths intermingling.
Anika was taken off guard and flustered for a split second, looking at the intensity of his stare. "Well, aapne bilkul galat socha," Anika said, pushing him away and grabbing her purse. "Main aapse kal milti hun. Agar hume Switzerland ke presentation acche se karna hai, then we'll need to start planning right away. Aap mere office aa jaiye, hum vahi discuss karlenge sab," Anika snapped rapidly. With a click of her Jimmy Choos, she walked out the door.
Shivaay sighed and ran a hand over his eyes. He wanted Anika to talk to him, to fight with him, to joke with him. Not fire rapid, cold, and distant answers at him. He had to win her back. And he wasn't going to give up.
The next day, Shivaay was eating breakfast when Om and Rudra came and sat next to him.
"Anika bhabhi kaafi badal chuki hai, haina bhaiyya?" Rudra said sadly, touching Shivaay's shoulder.
Jerking out of his reverie, Shivaay merely nodded and continued to eat.
"Dekha, usne perfect English bhi seekhi," Om said with an underlying taunt. "Tu to hamesha kehta tha ki tumhe uski language bilkul pasand nahi aata."
"Yes, I know I said that, but I miss her weird language. I miss her old dressing sense, I miss the charm of her old smile, I miss her grace and the warmth she brought wherever she went," Shivaay thought, picking at his food, absentmindedly flipping through the newspaper.
"Shivaay?" Om said concernedly.
"Huh? What?" Shivaay snapped out of his resumed daydream.
"Tu theek to hai na?"
"Haan, main bilkul theek hun, mujhe kya hoga?" Shivaay said, trying to make his voice slightly cheerier and upbeat. When he didn't even understand his own feelings, there was no point in trying to share them with his brothers. He quickly gave his plate to a nearby attendant, and folded away the newspaper. "I have to go, guys. Shyaam mein baat karte hai, ok?"
Rudra and Om exchanged a glance and looked at Shivaay.
"Ok bhaiyya. Jaldi aaiye," Rudra said sadly.
"Rhea! I need the files of all of the history of investments we have made in the past fiscal year," Anika exclaimed with distress. It was yet another day at the workplace, and she just had one day to figure out how she was to do her presentation with Shivaay in Switzerland. She ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair with her rounded manicured nails. She was wearing a trim white and blue Ralph Lauren pant suit and her Jimmy Choos, which were studded with crystals. She wore minimal jewelry, but wore a thin rose gold watch on her slender left wrist along with her favourite charm bracelet. But on her neck lay the most curious piece of jewelry, which no one ever seemed to take notice of. It was a delicate gold chain, rather expensive by the looks of it. But that was not what was curious about it. It was the pendant. The pendant was of three diamonds, in a clover shape. If someone were to look at the pendant close enough, they might be able to guess that maybe, just maybe, it might once have been the pendant of... A mangalsutra?
"Ma'am, Mr. Oberoi has come. Shall I let him know that you are free to start the meeting with him?" the assistant asked nervously, terribly frightened and cautious of her boss's wrath. Ever since they had begun to do business with the Oberois, Anika had been in a very terrible mood 24/7, and tended to take out her frustration on the office employees.
"Obviously, Rhea! Why do you waste oxygen asking such worthless questions?" Anika said frustratedly. She paused and checked her tone. What was wrong with her? It so wasn't her to take her anger out on other people.
"Sorry Rhea. It's been very stressful around here, and pressure has been high ever since we closed that deal with Oberoi Industries. I'm sorry if I've been taking out my tension on you," Anika apologized profusely. Her supposed divorce with Shivaay had changed her outlook on life very much, and she definitely wasn't the same person she was two years ago, but she was determined not to become another Shivaay Singh Oberoi. She highly doubted that the world could handle more than one.
Shivaay entered the large conference room. Anika sat at the front, typing away furiously on her laptop, oblivious to his entrance. He walked over and sat right next to her, taking out his laptop as well. She finally looked up at him and scowled. Standing up very fast, she headed over to the projector and turned it on. A slideshow popped up on the screen, and she began to talk.
"I have come up with some possible strategies to grab the attention of potential investors at the conference. I have a full report of our history with the investors from various different firms..." Anika started. She kept on speaking fast, in her perfect English, not stumbling once. As she talked, Shivaay couldn't help but stare at her. Her eyes, beautifully lined with black eyeliner, eyelashes curled to precision, her hair a gorgeous, wavy mess, and her moving lips, which were filled with a deep red color. The way she spoke, the way her hands moved as she talked, her lilting voice, her perfectly angled face, and the breeze from the open window that ruffled her dress and her hair stunned Shivaay. Approximately 20 minutes after, Shivaay was still staring at her, and Anika had finished her pitch. She snapped her laptop shut, and looked at Shivaay.
"So, Mr. Oberoi. What do you think? Have you brought anything to add?" Anika asked rather sarcastically.
Shivaay, who hadn't listened to a word she said, stared dreamily into her eyes.
"MR. OBEROI! Main aapse baat kar rahi hun! Aap ke paas koi comments hai, additions?" Anika said angrily.
Shivaay broke free of his reverie at her raised voice. "Uuummm, nope! Nothing to add! It sounds great!"
Anika narrowed her eyes. "Mr. Oberoi, did you actually prepare ANYTHING for today's meeting?"
Shivaay was dumbfounded. "Yes of course I did! But you said everything I meant to say! The presentation was very thorough!"
Anika sighed and pressed her temples. This man would be the death of her. "Okay, if that's the case, could you help me elaborate on the progress we can make with more investments over the next 5 fiscal years based on our investment history?"
Shivaay was at a loss for words. "Uuuhhh, I think we can make fantastic progress and..." he stumbled.
Anika rolled her eyes and closed them in frustration. "Mr. Oberoi, this merger is huge for our companies. Groundbreaking, even. We cannot afford to screw up anything in our presentation to the board of investors at the conference. It can mean huge losses. So I suggest that you try and get your act together and focus on this completely."
Shivaay irritatedly said, "Anika, I have years of experience in this field. And I can promise you that even if we don't get an investment, which WILL NOT HAPPEN, it won't happen due to me. Aur yeh Mr. Oberoi, Mr. Oberoi kya laga rakha hai? Tum to hamesha mujhe Shivaay bulati thi na? To ab kya ho gaya?"
"It's Ms. Anjali Chandra Mathur to you, Mr. Oberoi! And I prefer to keep a cool, calm, and professional relationship with my clients and partners. Don't try to give yourself so much of importance in my life, because you lost that right the moment I stepped out of your house!" Anika yelled, losing all of her cool. She was tired, overworked, underslept, and Shivaay's attitude was not helping her current mental state.
Shivaay slammed his hand down on the table in anger, cutting himself on the edge. Blood gushed out of the cut as he looked at Anika with red eyes, filled with tears of anger and frustration. "ENOUGH! Tum bhool rahe ho ki maine tumhe ghar se bhar nikala nahi, tum khud, khud chali gayi thi! So don't give me this half-assed attitude of yours, because you don't know what I've been through in the past two years!"
Anika glanced at the cut and said, "agar aap ko first aid kit chahiye, aap front desk pe mil sakte hai. I'm running late. I'm meeting with the Ranas for lunch."
Saying this, she snapped her bag shut and left the conference room.
Shivaay curled his fingers into a fist and squeezed his eyes shut in pain. Blood oozed from his hand but he couldn't feel it, because that wasn't the pain he was feeling. The pain he felt originated and reverberated in the very depths of his soul, in the back of his mind, and throughout his body.
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