FF: Whatever He Wants Ch6 Pg 16 - Page 3

CH2: Jab They Met

He had picked her out of a line of flesh. Hands were shook, notes exchange like trading chattel. Anika remembered standing at the deep end of the runway, peeking a little too much at the models strutting across the board in regal wedding attire. She'd tried to envision herself wearing one such dress when she met the man she would fall deeply in love with. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be.

The designer had panicked when her regular showstopper showed up high on coke. She wanted her models stick think but, in a pinch, average would have to do. Well, Anika wasn't average. The boobs were too big, the hips a little to wide to be called average. Oh well, maybe she could pass for plus-size.

Yeah right! Anika knew was that awkward size that was neither here nor there. Not thin enough to be a runway model, not big enough to be plus size. Always stuck in the middle. And stuck in the middle she was as she passed by a stranger who caught her gaze and held. His eyes shone blue, almost gray in the dimmed lights. She smiled when she was supposed to keep a straight face. She didn't know why, only that he demanded and her body moved of its own accord to fulfill his wishes.

"I want that one", he'd said when he saw her backstage. She had been stunned into silence. Was he talking to her? Calling out to her like picking a toy from a pile.

"You, I am talking to you. Come along".

She'd been confused. This was her first modelling job. Although it was by chance that she got pulled into the show, Anika wasn't one to let opportunities slide her by. Maybe this man was a famous designer she'd never heard of. Maybe he was giving her a chance to walk for him. She'd put up with his arrogance then. She'd suffered through worst jobs to put food on the table.

So, she had nodded and followed his lead.
"Sir, where's the show?" When she'd asked him this bizarre question, Shivaay couldn't do much more than frown. Here he was hard as a rock, struggling to keep his hands in check and the woman was worried about a show! And who gave a damn about some bloody show she was never going to walk? He'd paid her full amount to the designer in exchange for having her for the night. She'd figure it out soon enough if she hadn't already. Most likely she was pretending to be ignorant. No woman over the age of 18 was so innocent that she did not recognize why a rich man suddenly picked her up in a shiny car. She knew what he wanted and she must have been ready to give it to him. So why act coy?

"The show will have to wait for another day. I want to get right to the action".

"Sir?"
"The name is Shivaay Singh Oberoi. I don't like being called sir outside the bedroom. Even then only when I command it, got that?"

How bloody dare he? What two rupees nonsense was the bas***d spouting!

"Stop the car please", she was seeing red. It was either get out or rip the man's head in half.

"Stop the drama first. You knew what you were in for. And I will have you know, I much prefer straightforward woman over those who act ever the shrinking violet".

This woman had been a mistake. Sure he was tingling all over from the scent of her. Sure he'd pictured how he'd take her ten ways to Sunday in the last half hour. Sure he'd thrown an insane amount of cash at the greedy designer drooling after her curves. Sure his mouth was itching to mark every nook of hers as his. But he wasn't about to let her know any of this. Especially not if she was feigning naivete.

"You are under the wrong impression sir...um...Mr. Oberoi. I am a model...well, a model for tonight and I thought that you were taking me to a fashion show".

"At two in the morning?"

"I am not a professional model. I...this is my first time. I apologize for any misunderstanding but I must go now".

"Professional or not, every reasonable adult knows the only fashion show that happens at two in the morning is around a stripper pole. Why, you offering?"

"I most certainly am not!"

What had she gotten herself into?
"Listen Mr. Oberoi, I made a mistake. I don't want to go anywhere with you. Would please let me go now?"

"No", he said.

"No? That's it?"

"That's it. I get whatever I want and once I make something mine, I decide when I let it go. And I have decided I have plenty of use left of you".

A/N: I have exams coming up later this week and onto the next week so I know I will be off more than on. Here's the binge update I was able to finish before then. Cheers!

Ch3: She Said Yes

That night had sealed her fate in ink. For better or for worse, he had chosen her. Today his touch would mark her for eternity. Anika didn't know why she relented, only that she had nodded her agreement after months of being propositioned.

"Live with me. You'll do", he had announced to her after hearing her refusal ten times.

Why in the world had he thought it was good idea to live with the woman who refused you till she was blue in the face, she didn't know. The more she ran away, the more he gave chase. Maybe it was the thrill of the hunt. Maybe if she just gave him a taste of body, he would...no, she had stop thinking like this. Was she insane? To give in to a powerful man was to invite trouble to your door. What if she got pregnant? Worse yet, what if she didn't? Could she live the memories of having had the best and never tasting it again? Could she pretend everything else did not pale in comparison? Shivaay Singh Oberoi was a man made to ruin a woman and he had made it his mission to ruin her for all other men.

When he showed up at her house with that hideous yellow sportscar day after day, she found delight in imagining it stolen, the windows broken, the seats smear in dung by jealous neighbours. But nothing of that sort happened. The Billu had brought along bodyguards. Three giant meatheads who towered over even the man himself as they snarled at any peasant within a 5 meter radius.

The neighbours hung from their balconies watching their arrival like a circus crowd. Here came the king of the show now, strutting like a proud lion ready to devour his prey. He burst into her living room as her brother gave a running commentary of his moments.

"Here he comes didi. He has four giants giving me dirty looks. Oh look! He's waving at me. Atleast he is nice. I think you should be his girlfriend. Give the poor guy a chance", Saahil said.

"Poor? Ha! He is nothing of that sort brother. Sit down and eat your roti and stop staring at them spectacles", she huffed.

"Well I am not the only one staring. You've had his Wikipedia page open for a week solid and god knows you aren't doing work on that laptop", Saahil retorted.

"Saahil, you do not talk back to your didi".

"You only say that when you know you're wrong".

"She tries, indulge her chote", a booming voice interrupted from the entrance.

"I am not answering to you Mister and his name is Saahil", she said. "Anyway, why are you here?"

"To fetch you, of course, as I have been doing for the last nine days", he said.

She began answering back.

"Aaan..an...an! Do not pretend with me. We both know a woman does not do a full face of makeup to lounge around at home. You've been dressing up for me. I bet you even have a suitcase packed somewhere. Now, be a good girl and walk with me. Come on, I'll take you to my apartment, it's yours for as long as you want it".

He spoke like everything he was asking of her was reasonable.

"It is not right! And don't you live in a mansion?"

"So, you've been reading up on me", he smiled his first genuine smile.

"Yes, didi has been googling you non-stop since she came back from the fashion show", Saahil gave his two cents.

"Chup Saahil, go to your room". The two boys had conspired to embarrass her.

"You always send me to my room when you know I am right. Okay, fine. But I am right", Saahil huffed as he ran away.

"So, angry with the world, are we? Anika, you know I can't take you to the mansion. My family lives there. If I brought every girl I was hooking up with, my dadi would have a heart attack", Shivaay reasoned.

"I am not going anywhere with you. Mansion or otherwise".

"You are and you know it too. Look, I want you bad enough to offer you an apartment to live in. You'll live there alone for as long as you are with me. And when we are over, I will transfer the deed in your name. Your family can live there too. Of course, you will get to keep any gifts or jewellery I send you in the mean time. It's a good deal. I know you haven't heard of arrangements like this before but they happen. All the time. Rich men and pretty women. Besides, it's not like I want to hide you. You can come to parties with me, meet my friends...", he didn't know what else to persuade her with. Why was the woman being so stubborn. So many of his exes, even the semi-rich ones would have killed to be in her place.

"Just not your family...I can't ever see the light of day with you, can I? I can go to clubs and drink with your friends but I can't sit with you at a puja because that would be beyond my assigned role. Not worthy of my status, nahi?"

"Do you want to?" he raised an eyebrow.

Looked like she was holding out for more, just like all the other girls. Maybe he'd thought wrong, maybe she wasn't so different after all. Waiting for handout after handout, ready to claim half his wealth as his intended wife. That went a little too far but he could sweeten the deal.

"I can't take you to my family but I'll gift you another car to make up for the miss. And some cash, name your price".

"I don't want it. Any of it. Please leave and forget we ever met. You and I are from two different worlds with contrasting morals. I would never treat a dog the way you are treating me. What? Good enough to f##k but not...cheee! I can't believe I took your for a kind person. Please leave me alone".

He didn't want to play this hand. But looked like things had come this far, he had lay out all his cards.

"You EMI payments, your brother's treatment funds, I could make all your financial woes disappear. Apne liye nahi toh apno ke liye, think again. I am not some brute, I will keep you happy. And it doesn't have to be forever, only a few months. You can tell them you're my girlfriend. I will go along with the lie and when we are done, you will be left a very rich woman".

"And when we're not lying? What will I tell myself then? Iss rishte kaa naam kya hai?"
"Rishta? Pishh! This is a business transaction".

"And I am the prostitute?"

"No, don't cheapen yourself. You'll be my half-girlfriend".

"This is not a hindi film and Shraddha Kapoor did not get paid to..."

"That was just an analogy. You are running away with your theories. I am only saying that I need you. Bad. And I need you to need me. Just as bad. If you can't do that, atleast my money will make you act like you do. If I give you money, you'll stay. For as long as I ask you to. That's all I am looking for".

He was vulnerable and he'd unknowingly shown her his heart. Shivaay Singh Oberoi looked to her like a little boy demanded to be loved and his words had touched her somewhere deep. Still, it was too much to give in. What would the people think?

What of her family? Could she live with herself if she refused her one chance to see them happy? No, she could not deny him. For herself or her family, she didn't know. Only that she was blinded enough to say yes.