3.6 PART F: "BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR" [ANNIKA]
"Kis pe karun zaahir, Hain dard kya aakhir
Kyon sukoon mujh se khafa
Betaab lamhon mein, Benaam aashqon mein
Yeh aaks kis ka ban gaya
Ghum ko aazmaane de
Dil ko chot khaane de
Kya hai chale kuch to pata
O jaana
Khoya khoya rehta hai
Dil tadap ke kehta hai
Tu hai mere jeene ki wajah
O jaana.. O jaana O jaana...
- O Jaana, Ishqbaaaz
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Shivaay
Her heartbeat quickening, it was the dull ache of the throbbing in her head and the back of her neck that was the first concrete thought that she could process.
Her eyes too heavy to open, the sound of wailing that was echoing through the room was the first thing that she physically sensed.
Who was it?
The wailing was too heart wrenching.
Loud... too raw... almost like the person had just lost the most precious thing in their life.
Blinking slowly... she tried moving her hands...
She wanted to get up and help the person who was wailing
But there was something obstructing her movement. Panicked, she willed all her focus into opening her eyes...but the sudden glare of the multiple screens that blared down at her in the almost darkness around her forced her to shut them right back.
Eyes firmly shut, but suddenly feeling wide-awake... a hundred different images and emotions washed over her.
She had seen the truck coming from the side through the small side rear mirror...and she had stared horrorstruck as within moments that truck had almost pushed Khanna's car into the deep edge of the road. She felt the sharp jerk as their car has bluntly stopped... But, before she could have reacted... she saw him. Daksh.
Daksh had suddenly appeared at the driver's side and within the next second, RK, was getting beaten and roughly pushed into the side of the road... and almost like she was watching a horror movie in slow-motion... she saw RK getting pushed down the side of the steep side of the road.
More horrified then scared she had rushed to get to RK when she felt Daksh grabbing her arm roughly and pulling her back... and then she had felt pressure and something sharp hit the back of her head...before complete blackness.
Her eyes flew open in shock as the images played on loop in the back of her mind. But one thought overpowered everything else, a pair of hauntingly gorgeous green-blue eyes that both strengthened her as well as left her powerless and breathless.
Shivaay
She had to get to him.
The wailing stopped for a second and this distracted her as she came back to the present.
Daksh?
This was all Daksh?
And that's when she heard his name in her voice.
"Shivaay
Her eyes flew open as she heard his name whispered all around her in agony. This was her voice.
Suddenly, the wailing... the heart wrenching sobs... everything made sense. This was her voice. Her head throbbing both in pain as well as exhaustion, she remembered... faintly... the memory.
She had fallen to the ground in her home when she had returned that night. That night... sangeet night...
But before she could force herself to think through the throbbing in her head... The screens jumped to life.
Feeling like she was sitting right in between a horror show, she almost gasped as she saw herself flashing in front of her from all sides. The Annika on the screen was breaking down bit by bit...clutching to a copy of an old newspaper.
An old newspaper with his picture. Shivaay Singh Oberoi.
She remembered the night too well.
She had heard him, hadn't she? Him and his thoughts about her... and then his charity... his hypnotic eyes as she saw him across the stage...
She hadn't known then.
She hadn't let herself accept it before then.
Annika watched the clip playing on loop from all the walls of the warehouse.
"SHI---VAAY
The sobs and his name echoed through the old warehouse and she felt her heartbeat quickening.
This This... all of this... does it mean that it's all-true? The stalker... in my house?
The last bits of color seeming to drain from her face, she could almost feel the wheels of her mind connecting the pieces of information together.
Daksh?
She had been right.
But just as the final thought crossed her mind, she saw him...Daksh... enter from the side-door and the screens froze on the image of her tear stricken face clutching the newspaper with Shivaay's picture.
"Annika... Annika... Annika...
His voice was different then she remembered and her blood ran cold.
"Do you remember me, Annika?
Annika didn't know what to think. She was exhausted. And as she stared at the unfamiliar face of the man who she had not so long ago compromised into marrying she felt drained right down to her bones.
He was circling her as he spoke... his voice layered with a sultry-ness that brought the hair on the back of her neck to stand up.
She tried to open her mouth...but the tape was too tight and her throat too dry. He must have noticed it, because just then he came to stop right in front of her and cocked his head side-ways as if trying to judge her movements.
And as she felt his eyes gaze on her, she flinched.
"I have to get out of here
She closed her eyes in disgust as he laughed loudly his laughter bouncing through the walls whilst slowly pulling the tape from across her mouth.
Gasping at the pain as well as the stale air that she took in in a huge gulp, she forced herself to open her eyes.
"D-Daksh
Her voice faltered as he almost came into her face.
"You remember, Annika?
And then he was gone, laughing like a mad man.
Oh my god he is crazy!
"I have to get out of here!
"Shivaay!
Pushing herself, she quietly tried to wiggle her hands slowly...trying to loosen the tapes than bound her wrists to the chair. The rope was rough and she felt it bit into the softness of her skin, but she continued as she watched him double up in his own laughter.
And just as suddenly, he stopped laughing and then came back into her face and she stilled.
A small prayer... Would he come? He would know, he had to know... please.
"How could you Annika? How could you?
The craziness in his eyes unnerved her.
This wasn't a normal person.
And she turned her face away as she felt his finger inching to touch her face.
"P Please Please Daksh... Let me go...
She tried pleading with closed eyes as she still felt his cold breath fanning her hair that made her sick in the stomach.
And then she felt him push himself back and she could only stare in shock as he walked backwards laughing at his own words, or maybe her? She couldn't be sure.
"Annika... Annika... Annika...
He paced around her again; the almost sultry creepy smile in place as he clapped his hands together. "What is with you and Shivaay? Kitna bhi karlo dono ek dusre pe hi aake rukte ho...hmm?
He came to a standstill right in front of her at that.
"Ekdam eternal love stories wali stories nikli yaar tum dono ki, na?
And it seemed that he found his own joke beyond hilarious, because he again started laughing.
Annika felt her head throb and the room swirl, and she held onto the last threads of her strength as she fought against the pain and her exhaustion.
But Daksh wasn't even close to being done.
His laughter dead, his voice echoed in the room as he almost whispered, "But you know what, Annikaa-aa, mujhe love stories bilkul bhi pasand nahi hai.
His voice gave her chills as she felt her stomach drop.
She had to get away from there now.
"Bhaagne ka soch rahi ho na?
He was taunting now and she looked tiredly at him. "What do you want from me? She asked... all emotion drained from her.
"Hmm... that's an interesting question. What do I want from you?
Annika could only stare as he paced up and down in front of her... his hands rubbing together... his voice layered with a sultry sickness that gave her chills.
And then he turned towards her suddenly, and it seemed that he was sizing her up. And there was a weird shift in his expressions, and then he said simply " from you? Annika? Nothing.
His words echoed in the room and she stilled as they washed over her seconds later.
"So let me go I have a brother. An eight-year-old brother who has no one but me please. I am begging you "
She had tears running down her eyes as she pleaded.
He was shaking his head and for a moment she almost thought that he was reconsidering.
"I wish I wish it wasn't you... trust me.
His words for the first time sounded sincere but she was suddenly too overwhelmed with emotion.
Sahil
She had to tell Shivaay.
Shivaay would take care of him. He would.
Shivaay.
Those hauntingly beautiful seven-hued eyes...
She felt her heart stop at that thought. So many things... so many unsaid things... emotions... memories... love.
Her thoughts were again interrupted as she heard him start again. "I loved him... you know. Shivaay.
This got her attention.
Did this madness have a reason?
"He and I grew up together. Since Kindergarten... He had everything. He always had everything! Not just money from where we came everyone had money...of course even there there was still a difference between others and Oberois' but still... but even everything else... a family. Brothers that worshipped the ground he walked on grandparents that doted on him... a mother whose world started and ended with Shivaay... An uncle and an aunt that loved him like their own and most importantly a father a father... Shivaay! Shivaay! Shivaay...always... Everything... every single thing about Shivaay!
Annika almost gasped at the intensity of the venom and bitterness that laced his voice as he rambled.
Her head was throbbing and his words slurred inside her head, but she held on.
"School was no better it was never about the team or anyone else. It was always about Shivaay... Shivaay Singh Oberoi scored the winning shot... Shivaay Singh Oberoi won the school seven trophies... and my mother my own mother why can't you be more like Shivaay? You know Shivaay would never have done something like this... or did you read about Shivaay's newest venture? He is 17... like you... learn from him!
Annika's ears were ringing from the words and her head spinning faintly.
"All our friends all of them hung out with me not because I was Daksh Khurana...no no no... it was because I was Shivaay Singh Oberoi's best friend...
And then his hollow laughter bounced off the walls and she could guess where it was going...
And her eyes snapped open as she heard a crash and saw that Daksh had punched one of the screens.
Wide-eyed, she could only stare as the glass shattering echoed through the dimmed room.
"I hate him. I HATE HIM... I hate Shivaay Singh Oberoi!
There was a burning fire in his eyes that chilled her.
She had never witnessed madness so profound... And what she saw chilled her.
But then his expression again shifted. And suddenly there was a sickening smile on his face as he looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time there.
"But you you Annika... Finally... the one thing that can break Shivaay Singh Oberoi...you...
And then there was the same hollow laughter as he started walking towards her.
That's when she noticed it... the small knife that he was clutching hidden in his palm and the last bit of fight drained from her as the dull resignation to fear overpowered every other emotion in her.
He seemed to have noticed her changed expression too because it suddenly became taunting... "I tried to do it without actually hurting you...you know? But then you and Shivaay seem to have that annoying "
His words started hazing as her world slowly revolved around her and she gasped to clutch on to herself as she felt the tip of the blade on the skin of her neck. And she forced her eyes close...flinching at the thought of the pain that was to follow.
Her head throbbing, she was holding her breath when she realized that the pain never came.
Shocked and her heart racing, she opened her eyes only to meet the smoldering blue-grey eyes that hypnotized her every moment of every day.
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Next: 3.6 Part G
Edited by LilyJames0194 - 8 years ago
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