Shivika FF : CHASING THE WILD (chapter 3 updated on page 3) 21/05/17

I've been a silent reader for a very long time and i must say that you guys are doing a great job. your stories have always inspired me to watch ishqbaaz a little longer (i know I'm losing interest because of the crappy and illogical graphics and scenes).

so basically i wrote this crap months ago and i thought why not post it now. here's a little warning, never bear with me. I'm very moody and i write once in while. There'd be a lot of grammatical mistakes or a flaw somewhere in between.

read it at your own risk.

please note that my 'story writing skills' isn't "awesome" or any other word that would describe a really good writing. I've always believed that my writing is below average.

AGAIN: please don't expect me to update regularly, is it would take days, weeks or even months. it all depends on my mood

criticisms are always welcome. say whatever you'll want, it'll help me in correcting my mistakes.

this story isn't actually based on any track and is purely fictional, i thought of writing something "supernatural" and i don't know how it would turn out honestly.

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CHAPTER ONE

Prada bags and walk in closets

All my life I've always been underrated.

By everyone.

My parents, brother and even strangers.

Why is this world so unfair?

I had been asking this question since it happened. Since the day my life broke into million pieces.

Why you ask? It's all fate, my cruel fate which never thought to at least give me an opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief.

All my life I've done nothing but try to move on from my never-ending miseries.

From all the pain and trauma this life has given me. But every time I take a step forward my life hauls me back to the place where it all started, or rather ended.

I was snapped back to reality by the screeching noise of my alarm. Another day I have to face alone, I realized. I pulled myself out of my bed and went to the washroom to freshen up. Even though I hadn't had a single pint of sleep, I still had to face all the demons.

Demons of reality.

I stared at myself on the mirror. I didn't look anything like I remembered. My brown hair had grown a few inches but it looked unhealthy and dry. My face had gone thinner, so thin that my cheek bones were now visible, my eyes were swollen from all the unshed tears covered with large bags underneath. It all popped out on my pale face.

Reminding me.

Reminding me of my past. The scar that ran down the left side of my neck looked disgusting. Even though it was barely visible, the thought of it being there would sicken me to the core.

I looked away.

Not being able to take it anymore. I stripped down my clothes and stood under the cold shower. Letting it drown me. I felt the hot tears flow down my face uncontrollably.

I hugged my knees to myself as I sat down on the bathroom floor. I stayed there fixated. Not able to move even a limb of mine as all my pain flowed down. I stayed there till the coldness surrounded me, inside out. I stayed there, under the shower for more than an hour before I covered myself with a dry towel and went out to get dressed.

I wore a faded grey tank top with black jeans and my only pair of black converse as I let my hair open so that it would dry on its own.

I looked at the clock and realized I don't have enough time left before the first period so I ran down with all the energy I could muster up while taking my bag and hoodie, locked the door of my lousy apartment and got into my car, reviving and driving it in full speed. I parked it in my allocated place as I ran into my school, towards my locker.

I hid myself under my oversized black hoodie which reached till my knees. I didn't like being the Centre of attention nor did I love conversing with the others. I took my books out and headed towards my Econ class which was not far away from the locker room.

I entered the enormous room and sat on the furthest seat where I was invisible from all prying eyes. I placed my book open on the table and pretended to be extremely interested while I waited for Ms. Sophie to come.

Every passing second felt like eons for me. Ms. Sophie wasn't here yet, she's almost five minutes late.

She has never been late to class. She has always been the only person who could understand me properly, even though she doesn't know anything about me I always felt like as if she knows and yet she didn't judge me, she welcomed me with open hands. If anything could describe her then it would be her punctuality, she never liked it when things weren't in place. She's the type of person who would get down with anything and everything even if it meant for her to twice the work in order to get everything finished on time.

I wonder why she's taking so long. I glanced around the classroom, and see that everyone were having their own time chatting and doing other irrelevant stuff.

I returned back to reading my book and was skimming through when I felt something hit me hard at the back.

'Ouch!'

'... what the hell...'

I turned with so much velocity that I sprained my neck.

"OUCH!", as a reflex my hands rapped around my neck.

'Urghhh...why can't my life just stop throwing random shit at me...Those bitches...'

I turned slowly again while one of my hand rested on my neck holding it in place. I glared. My glare should've been so intense that all their laughter died and they started to look at each other feeling uncomfortable. I am usually never like this but something about this bitch, AKA minion number two cum Ronnie Smithe made my blood boil.

'Well isn't she just like her?...I mean being the "great" queen bees minion she is supposed to have her traits too, despicably annoying and vengeful.'

Priyanka Oberoi. My worst enemy in high school. Also the so called "queen" who deserves nothing else but to rot in the hell fire. Well I think it should be worse than that cause I hate her with extreme passion and for all that she has done to me she deserves more than just hell fire, I think burning her walk in closet would do. What more could be worse than snatching away the most valued thing in her life?

All her Prada bags and designer clothes would help me big time.

Internally smirking at how the bitches were cringing at my unfazed glare. So me being fed up of the way those bitches treat me, I thought of having a "civilized" conversation with my most lovable enemies left hand.

I walked up to them with long strides and my head held high, half of my face was covered by the black hoodie which I had no plans on taking off.

"Hello" I said with a sickening sweet voice."So what's the reason behind hitting me from the behind like bloody cowards and laughing at your own stupidity??"

I walked closer to her desk trying to look as intimidating as possible while smiling, more like trying to control the urge to punch her straight on her face making her less attractive to the male species. Which I think is working perfectly fine because I could see her wince and her hands trembling. I could see her trying to hold her poise, but failing miserably.

I kept my hands at both sides of her table and bent down to meet her eyes, biting back the pain that shoot through me faster than a lightning bolt.

"Just like I said, your nothing but a coward who needs a back bone like Priyanka to do all your dirty work which I'm also surprised you did without her, shouldn't she also get to know about the little crimes you do behind her back?" I said in a very low voice but making she heard the threat behind my voice.

I knew about everything she does behind Priyankas back.

Just to clear the confusion, no I'm not stalking her.

I just happen to be at the right place at the right time. Once I saw her making out with the queens all time crush who happened to be the schools badass, Rajveer, in the janitors' closet. And then next time I heard her trying to make a pass at Priyankas former boyfriend, Virat Agarval, our schools most famous heartbreaker, who also happens to be Rajveers best friend.

"I bet your "master" would be thrilled to know the hide-and-seek game you're playing with her boyfriend, wouldn't she?"

Knowing that I hit right at the spot, I smirked, as I saw her face go from confusion to horror.

"How do you know? "she asked me pointedly, trying really hard to look strong.

"I have my ways sweetie" I said as I winked at her.

"You better not say it, if you do you know what would happen to that filthy little mouth of yours" she said trying to sound all confident but as usual her threat was too empty, and immature to even be considered as one.

"I ain't going to tell anyone, I just wanted to show you how low you've stooped to fulfill your own selfish needs. Actually I pity you, having a friend like Priyanka always tend to make people helpless and needy, I tell you what, stop being with her and find a way to be on your own. Maybe by doing that you might be able to get your self-respect back, or at least a little bit of it. Which I think everyone deserves." I was shocked myself at what i said.

'Did I just advise her? Anika what the hell is wrong with you?'

Even if I was shocked I didn't let it show, and somehow my face had softened by a centimeter. I turned to leave as I heard her say loud and clear,

"screw you "

For once I think she's going to consider what I said.

I sat back at my desk wondering what the hell happened to Ms. Sophie because she was almost half and hour late to class and no one seemed to be caring about it one bit. I sighed as I thought about what just happened, and how much my "maintaining a low profile" went.

By now I've already attracted half of the school with my "payback", cause I saw few of them taking videos. It obviously would have traveled to most of the students by now. I just hope they forget about it and move on.

It's going to be a long, long day ahead.

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chapter one : page 1

chapter two : page 2

chapter three : page 3

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CHAPTER 2

The unexpected invitation

I walked down the corridor with my head down and my books clutched closer to my chest, as I tried avoiding all the stares and hoots that were thrown my way.

Just ignore...'

they'll forget you by tomorrow...'

hold yourself together Anika you can do this...'

I kept chanting those words, and tried my best not to turn and stab their heart out and pluck all their eyeballs, dip them in chili sauce then Roast them till they're black and feed them to the dogs afterwards.

Does that make sense?'

Never mind.'

I kept counting the steps as a method of ignoring, till I reached my locker.

92'

93'

94'

95'

96'

"Hello", I suddenly came to a halt, saving myself from clashing into a rather weak body and toppling over, embarrassing myself as well as this innocent looking creature in front of my dear school mates.

Thank god for saving my sanity.'

I've already attracted almost half of the student body, I don't need more.

I looked down at the gleaming and the brightest hazel orbs I've seen in my entire life. She looked at me expectantly. Her brown hair fell elegantly down her head and reached till her waist, she was wearing a worn out vintage dress which reached till her knees and a matching cardigan, along with plain blue sandals. Her face was round and it reminded me of a puppy, her full lips doing nothing but great mercy on her overall being. Her body bear with any markup or Jewelry, expect for a black butterfly glass which covered half of her face.

She looked stunning.

And somehow, she held me transfixed, hypnotized.

"Hi! I'm Malika, Malika Malhotra", the creature said rather over enthusiastically while reaching out with her hands expecting me to introduce myself to her.

Well duh what do you expect?'

For her to fall and ask for your forgiveness?'

I reached my hand out involuntarily,

" I-uh hi I am Anika, Anika Mathur",

She reached out and shook our hands, much to my dismay.

"So, what brings you here?"

I asked as I untangled my hands from her death grip. For a small person, she is quite strong.

" I just wanted to know if it would be possible for you join us for lunch?", she asked with her head tilted sideways and eyes looking up at me expectantly.

Oh, dear I am in huge trouble.'

How am I going to crush her hopes like a hurricane that I am, she looked too cute and vulnerable, harmless. It's going to be really really hard to say no. I just hope god is on my side.

"I-I-uh-I am really sorr-"

I was cut halfway through when I saw her face crumble. It looked like as though I snatched away her favorite candy.

Oh shit.'

"Please", she said looking undeniably undeniable.

I know, I'm running out of words.

"Why do you want me to join you for lunch anyway?" I asked questioningly.

"it's been a long time since I've asked someone to join the table with us, and it's kinda getting lonely. Just for once sit with us and if you don't like it then we wouldn't force you to stay. I promise" she said pleadingly.

Even though her reason still didn't justify my question, I couldn't deny her request. But what made me curious was,

who are the others she's talking about?

I can't see anyone behind her.

"Who are the others?", I asked her out of curiosity.

He face brightened.

"We are five altogether, me, my best friend Om and his brother Rudy, his girlfriend, uhh I forgot her name, then comes Shivaay my sweetheart"

She has a freakin boyfriend???'

And why on earth does she need company when a hole flock of sheep is there to entertain??'

"So, are you in??"

She pushed her glasses back with her pinky.

"Fine ill-", I was again stopped by her scream which echoed through the halls.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!!!!, thank you SOO much!!!!", she held my arms and turned me with too much force which increased the almost numbing neck pain I had.

Really? you had to destroy the moment somehow didn't you?'

I stopped turning and cupped my neck with my hand, and gritted my teeth together.

Her hands flew up to her mouth and she looked at me regretfully.

"Oh, my god! What happened?!" She moved closer and tried to inspect my neck while I kept refusing her kindness.

"It's okay, I'm fine Malika, it's not your fault I just happened somehow twist my neck while in the bed"

I lied to her, I didn't want to tell her that I had a fight with someone, she might start digging which I certainly don't like.

Isn't she already supposed to know about the fight?

Almost half of the school knows about it.

That raised suspicions, I looked at her trying to figure her out.

Is she lying?? Is this some sort of a prank where she turns out to be yet another daughter of Satan??

Her hazel orbs held nothing but confusion and concern. I don't think she'd do that, would she??

Some part of me still didn't stop raising questions, but I didn't want to ruin her day, break her hopes.

All my thoughts stopped when I heard the bell going off.

Oh shit!'

You're going to be late to class!'

My panic stricken face must've told everything to Malika as she let me go with a quick bye.

I ran down to my locker, pressed my number and threw all my books Inside and took my Chemistry books out, slammed the door shut and ran. I was panting when I reached the classroom. I sat at the furthest seat behind and opened my book.

Thank god, he isn't here yet!'

He or rather Mr. Elf came in just a minute after I. He looks just as weird as his name.

His' face was wrinkled and half of the skin was hanging, his grey and extremely oily hair was combed to a side. He wore a really old coat and carried a briefcase. And not just that, he's short.

Like rally short.

I listen to him say something about the atoms as my mind drifted off with questions about Malika and lunch.

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"ANIKAAA!", Malika screeched behind me.

Oh, god please save my life!'

I sound so pathetic...'

I turned slowly with a pained expression, as I saw her running down the corridors trying to catch up with me.

Oh, dear lord what did I do to you for you to make me go through this????!'

After Chem, I decided that if I had to be on a low profile then I shouldn't intervene in other matters or be in some sort of "flock" which word draw more attention.

I'm fine by myself thank you!'

So I thought of "hiding" myself from prying eyes, or a certain someone named 'Malika'. The thought of breaking her heart made me cringe so being the coward I am, I thought that maybe not joining them for lunch might be a better way to solve this problem.

But somehow, like always things never happen the way I want it.

She found me when I planned to hide my arse in the library.

Maybe next time fate might support you Anika...next time.

I "awaited" my fate with much enthusiasm. I never knew sarcasm was my thing, but I guess maybe my consciousness was a much better person than I am.

Thank you'

I didn't compliment you, I complimented myself.

Whatever'

I put on a fake smile and turned to face Malika.

Someone get my shield ready!

Let's face it together.

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Malika looked clueless.

It's like as if she didn't know that I was planning an escape.

Obviously dummy, the bell rang like two minutes ago.'

How would she know about my "great escape" when it never happened?

Kudos to my overly dramatic brain!

Mentally face palming myself for being utterly ridiculous and stupid I turned to face her with my fakest smile.

"Sup! Are you ready?!"

Malika said eagerly, as if she was going to get a triple layered chocolate cake with the perfect amount of syrup and chocolate ganache, with a steaming cup of black coffee.

Collecting all my remnants of failure I just nodded my head as a yes and followed her as she started trotting towards the cafeteria.

Yea trotting.

How much weirder could this get?

Our cafeteria covered almost half of the first floor, since the number of students kept increasing, almost all the chairs are occupied.

From the day I joined, which was a year ago, I had been sitting near the trash container at the back. No one sits there except for the loners of course.

No one could bear the unbearable stench without throwing up.

Anyways, I sat there only for like three days, puking all the food afterwards, going through the pain of not even knowing what the food smelled like.

So, what's the point in eating when most of it is going to end up on the floor?

And most importantly since this school is certainly the cheapest one on the face of earth we don't get food unlike the other schools. If we do want then we must pay double the price for the food which I must tell you is the most edible thing in the entire universe.

Once I saw a dog eat the leftovers and the next day it was rotting outside.

May its soul Rest in Peace.

So, I decided not to waste my money on food, instead I "entertained" myself by going to the library and looking for something intriguing.

But alas, fate doesn't want me to live in peace. It somehow got Malika mingled in my not-so-interesting-life, which was uncalled for and extremely unwanted.

Thank you!'

We reached the table at the far corner of the cafeteria which was near the window, overlooking the parking lot.

There wasn't anyone there as of now, so took that as a chance to settle myself on one of the chairs next to the window.

"Ummm, Anika?", Malika looked at me hesitantly.

"Why? Is there any problem?"

"Ummm I-uh-actually Shivaay sits there, so I don't think that it would be a good idea for you to sit in his place."

Ava looked nervous, her gaze regretfully on mine.

She had her hands in front, as she squeezed her left thumb with her index and the middle finger on the other hand.

"He doesn't like it when people try to get in his personal space, and the fact that I invited you without his consent would make him furious so the least problems we have the better"

She said in a rushed tone.

If this is a problem then why did she bother to invite me?

I moved to the chair at the corner, and Malika sat beside me passing me a great full smile.

She took her food out, and started munching on the little sandwiches and turned towards me. She scrunched her eyebrows as she looked at me curiously. She gulped her food down and wiped her mouth with her fingers.

"Where's your food?"

I was expecting that.

"well, I don't bring food to school" I said with a smile.

"And why is that?"

She asked with her arms crossed.

"there isn't actually a particular reason for that"

Liar

She pushed her paper bag towards me,

"Eat"

She looked at me pointedly, no longer looking like an adorable angel.

"It's really fine Malika, thank you, but I don't need the food"

I pushed it back to her.

"Have you looked at yourself? you look so weak, you seriously need to get some food in that system, I could literally hear it go old"

She told me no longer looking playful.

"Please", she said making that damn puppy face.

Seriously? Not that face again!

"Fine, I'll have it but on one condition"

"Go on", she said with confidence.

"Be my friend" I said in a small voice.

The void of not having a friend for so long had me craving.

I want someone with whom I could share my sorrows, pain, happiness and all the other small things I get.

Ava looked like a person with whom I could place my trust on, instead of having my heart broken way many times like before.

I know I was a coward before, trying to turn my back on her. But believe me it was all for a reason I don't want to talk about. A reason that I've hidden in the deepest darkest depths on my mind and heart and I am nowhere near to open old scars when I've already been scarred to an irreparable extent.

Don't get me wrong, what I'm trying to say is I'm desperate. Desperate for the feeling of knowing that someone there to catch me when I fall, desperate for the assurance.

Her features softened, her eyes looking at me with genuine concern and warmth.

She reached out and clasped both my hands in hers,

"I became your friend when you agreed to join me for lunch, and I promise that there's no going back"

She told me softly.

I don't know why, but I had happy tears in my eyes and for the first time in two years I'm grinning with all my heart.

I had hugged her even before she could fathom my actions.

"Thank you, thank you so much Malika, this means a lot to me" I told her through tears that were running down my face.

"Anytime" she stroked my hair with her tiny hands as I hugged her tighter.

"Now that I've fulfilled your condition have those sandwiches" Malika said with a chuckle.

Our little moment was crushed by the nearing sound of footsteps.

"Hi May! Sup?"

"Oh shit! did I ruin your moment?", the victim of my annoyance muttered rather sarcastically. I pulled back and turned to see the culprit who destroyed my mood.

I sucked in a breath as I saw one of the most finest male specimen on earth.

He wasn't tall like a football player, rather was average and has sharp features.

What pulled me more was his crooked smile and brown orbs that crinkled when he grinned.

He's wearing a normal white t-shirt with a black trouser and his bag slung to one side.

His hair was black and reached till his shoulders and was tousled as if he had been running his hand through his hair, repeatedly.

"Hey, I'm Omkara, Om for short!" He said as he reached his hand out.

I must've looked like a tomato because he chuckled knowingly.

I reached out and introduced myself as I kept my gaze down.

I could see Malika roll her eyes and cross her arms together.

"Drop it Om, she's not going to be another toy of yours, she's my friend and I wouldn't like it if someone plans to destroy her feelings. I would personally see that they die in my hands, even if that person is you. Mind it"

Malika said threateningly.

"Oww, come on! I wouldn't do anything to hurt your feelings May, rite bro?"

Om looked to his right, and that's when I realized we had another company.

This guy, wasn't like his brother, at all.

He was short build and drenched in what I guess is sweat, it literally looked like someone had thrown a tank of water on him. He had short black hair complimenting his dark black eyes, but something about him seemed soothing. He looked, mischievous. Like a kid.

"Anika meet, Rudy", Malika said while trying to suppress a smile.

Rudy, came barging into Om as he took the place next to me. not to mention polluting the air with his stench.

He raised his hand over me almost blinding my senses, as he reached over to slap Malikas' outstretched hand.

"hey loser, and hi wild" Rudy screamed deafening me for a few seconds till I realized that he was talking to me.

Did he just call me wild?'

"it's okay Anika he has a habit of calling people names, that's one of his "thing" anyways you don't have to worry about that because he'll forget it eventually."

"umm... hi" I said raising my hand up lamely.

"The first person shooter video game Doom was first released in what year?'

He said suddenly making me flinch, as he pointed a finger and scrunched his face.

"umm...2000?" I said confused and extremely doubtful.

He sat back with his arms crossed, dejected, as he muttered the right answer "1993".

"oh come on Rudy you can't expect everyone to be a game fanatic as you are" om said while laughing uncontrollably.

"I'm really sorry Anika you had to go through that. My brother can get extreme." Both Om and Malika started laughing at that.

I somehow felt left out as if they were sharing some personal jokes within. I felt like I was invading their privacy and taking that as my cue I stood up with the paper bag

"I'm really sorry guys but I've to leave. I've got a history project to submit by the end of the day and I must fill in the things I've missed. Sorry but I really have to go and thank you very much for inviting me over and I had a good time."

They all looked at me surprised as I uttered all that faster than anyone could ever understand.

"Uh...okay Anika see you after school" Malika looked at me questioningly.

I dodged her looks away as I muttered more "thank you" and "sorry" and left that place for good.

The rest of the day went smoothly, neither did I get blasted by any of the teachers nor did the "minions" or the queen herself cared to do something.

I guess it's the silence before the storm, she never does anything without a reason.

No matter what you bring, I'll still stand and face it. And with a smile on my face I went into the parking lot looking for Malika.

I hope she's here.

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