You Don't Affect Me Anymore -One Shot

A post leap shot when Anika reenters OM, claiming it to be hers.

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You Don't Affect Me Anymore

Kaach Ke Wo Khwab Naajuk The Hamare Saare,

Chune Se Hi Tootne Lage,

Mannato Me Umra Bhar Ka Sath Jinka Manga,

Humsafar Wo Chutne Lage...

"Ye mera ghar hai. Aapka nahi." She told him, her eyes shining with an altogether different level of confidence, her voice holding the firmness it never did, earlier.

"Kya kaha tumne?" He asked, his voice not increasing a bit,

He stilled, looking sharply at her, hearing the piece of information rather scream of authority. "Wahem achha hai tumhara." Was all, he said. He rather smiled, making his disbelief visible.

The pretended confident self mask started coming off as she was coming across how indifferent he had become. He wasn't the Shivaay Singh Oberoi, she had known. He wasn't.

Reminding herself that she could not give up so easily, she quickly stepped in her shammed form again. Laughing which almost looked like mocking, she made a glance at him. "Wahem jaisi 2 Rs. Cheeze mai nahi palti. Wahem aapko hua hai."

"Aapko na dhakka laga hai. Shaayad isliye samajh nahi paa rah eke apko kaise react karna hai. Aapko gussa karna hai. Cheeze todni hai. Phone.. phone kaha hai aapka? Phone patakna hai." Wow, she was directly reminding him that he was supposed to get angry.

"Shivaay... ye ladki itna sab keh rahi hai aur tu chupchap khada sun raha hai? Shivaay... Shivaay." His mother had interjected followed by her screams for his name when he wordlessly walked away, leaving the place, not caring about the number of eyes falling down in disappointment.

Anika turned back, to see Rudra who helplessly sighed.

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"Aj se khana desi ghee me banega." She had seen him coming and made herself loud enough, audible for him. With plenty of things here and there, she messed up his kitchen, right before his eyes. Knowing what kitchen is for him, she was sure... sure that he would react but he did not. He simply left with, "lagta hai aj khana bahar hi khana padega."

And there, she stood dumbfounded, bewildered and taken aback. I messed up his kitchen and still he didn't say anything. Inhe sach me koi farak nahi pad raha ya ye dikhana nahi chahte?

*

"Ab to ye chillayenge hi. She dusted her hands off, smiling looking around, happy with her efforts in making his room not less than a room that he would end up questioning Fhat The Wuck?

"Yes Khanna." He entered, talking over the phone when he caught a sight of his newly decorated room. She checked his expression and started counting from ten to one, saying now he would shout, now he would shout but her castle of hopes came crashing down when he simply stepped out, calling for a servant and asked him to clean his room.

Unbelievable! It was just unbelievable for her. How could he stay calm seeing all such stuff? This cannot be he. This cannot. He is not the Shivaay Singh Oberoi.

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One last plan, she decided to pull on, knowing there was no way he wouldn't say anything to her after what. He was sitting on the bed, in his room, which was pretty cleaned by then, going through some files. She walked up to him. He, for obvious reasons, refused to elevate his face to look at her which she was absolutely grateful about. Otherwise, she doubted if she could do what she was going to do. Closing eyes momentarily, she took a deep breath before she slipped her fingers in his hairs and started shifting them back and forth, on sides an attempt to spoil his hairs.

"Anika don't. Don't touch my hairs okay? Shrugging her hands off him, he almost ran to the other side of the bed.

"But why Billu Ji?" She asked, giggling.

"Firstly stop calling me that alright? And I... I just don't like when anyone touches my hairs. Stay away from hairs." He set his hairs properly, almost warning her that made her laugh even more to see a childish side of her husband.

I mean who could believe the great Shivaay Singh Oberoi could behave and justify like a three year old kid on being played with his hairs. His hairs, surely mattered a little too much to him and that fascination was out of her understanding though she found it very cute but still... weird, indeed.

"Aap na... Billu Ji hai bas." She chuckled, suppressing her grin.

"Wo to nahi hu but agar kisine mere balo ko hath lagaya to SSO jaroor hu." He had replied, smiling along with her.

*

Her mind recalled a small memory from past and bitter tears gathered in her eyes when she found him unaffected with the thing, she was hoping last to sail her ship on. If it couldn't anger him, then nothing can. Nothing can.

He simply stood up when she backed off, holding her tears from escaping. Setting his hairs properly in front of the mirror, he made it outside the room. Stopping momentarily in front of his door, he heaved a breath. "You don't matter to me, anymore. You don't affect me, anymore."

Words hit directly her heart, twisting something there, sharply as he disappeared from her eye sight.

She fell down on her knees, crying uncontrollably, letting out everything she was controlling so far, every pain, every regret and every anger.

Pain... his pain, that she could feel which was so severe that it had almost made him numb to everything.

Regret... regret because of giving in to the blackmail by her mother-in-law and leaving him, breaking his heart in a way, it probably could never be rebuilt... breaking his soul in a way, it probably could never be whole, again.

Anger... anger on herself for not thinking once, that he needed her by his side, always and allowing him in his mother's hand assuming she would take care of him.

Her betrayal had changed him, so damn much that he, now, was immune to her every action or probably he was bracing himself from getting hurt more but whatever it was, it was so intense that it sent shivers down her spines. He had been angry, happy, frustrated, annoyed with her from start... but he used to react. Now, he simply walked away. Like they say, ignorance is the biggest punishment, one can give to anyone.

She had lost him. He had lost himself. Shivaay Singh Oberoi wasn't the Shivaay Singh Oberoi anymore.

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Sitting in his car, he drove away... away from the busy streets of the city. Stopping near a place where he found no one but did find it free from every noise, he opened the door of the car, allowing the fresh breeze to come inside, switching off the AC, he had presumed he couldn't do without but things had changed drastically. The man who never liked such places, now found solace in them.

He pulled out his phone, opening his gallery. His fingers brushed on the screen, as he kept it moving until he found the picture he was searching for.

That time was utter bliss, wasn't it? Was that all fake if what she did before three months was real? Did she never feel for him the way he did? She was just after his money? As hard as, it was to digest but she proved it, in front of everyone. He could have taken anything but a scratch on his brother life? Never.

Why it had to be that complicated? Why couldn't he have a life with her, he had dreamt of? Even if he pretended to be unaffected with her, but the fact was... farak to abhi abhi padta hai.

He might dislike her, blame her, ignore her, hate her but she always did and always will matter to him. Only point was, he could not and would never accept the same. He had seen the way, her eyes was fixed at him when she was attempting in making him react something.

He had always found her eyes more expressive than her words. Many times, she said something and meant something else. Many times, she didn't even say things but still, he could feel it from her eyes and today, when those eyes weren't ready to leave his sight, he could see that desperation in them but for what that desperation was, he couldn't understand. If he mattered that much to her, then she wouldn't have done what she did, would she have?

When a plenty of thoughts occupied his mind, he switched off the phone instantly. He couldn't let her overpower his heart and soul again. He couldn't allow himself to break again. His life was finally settling after so many struggles but she just crashed his heart and walked over it, killing his little dreams of a happy life with her. If something, he really, really had wished from his heart after falling for her and before that dreadful day, then it has to be her presence in his life, always beside him. Just when he thought he would have a beautiful life with her, she slipped off it or rather he threw her out but not like, he had any other option, had he? How does that even matter now? The fact is, he had separated his life from her and he must stay firm on his decision of not letting her step in his space again. At least, he was somehow doing by holding his broken pieces together, for world but one more time, and he would end up falling apart, with his pieces scattered so far, that he would never be able to find.

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Anyways, won't ramble much today. Okay so I still stick by my point that he should have understood her but this is an another thought that he getting jealous by seeing her with someone else. I again, find it quite 🤔 There is no justification for both the characters, in the show for me.

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