OS- *Cheapde Singh Oberoi*
Humming a tune she took the towel and walked into the washroom. The room was back to being hers. Both explicitly knew "Ki Farak Padta Hai, Dono Ko. So what if he had declared himself to be engaged to a certain Miss Ragini. The Ring he wore on his finger named him hers. She was elated that they were finally getting back to the normal "them", fighting and showing tadiat almost everything. She happily hummed a tune and lost in thoughts, as she stepped inside, clicking the door shut.
He was sipping his black coffee, again. After three whole months he was finally having "SairaBan",oops, Americano. She was crazy. She could have done much better if she hadn't stored an halwai's number as her so called Rohit. He smirked. And she shouldn't have got some stupid resignation letter printed by Khanna. The letter, he sighed, who writes a formal letter that way? Only she could. Resignation before Joining. Crazy Woman indeed.
But all he could conclude was,usse farak padta hai. He smiled. How hard she tried to make it look like she had moved on, even wore those heels, in which she could barely walk. Though, he personally felt she shouldn't ever wear those heels. Her height was just perfect. A little insecure of his height, perhaps? And what was with her clothes? She can't wear that, those kind of clothes and go out in open like that, except for when she was with him. He had to admit. Her dress did give him a shock. Anika wearing the 2rupees choti-choti- dress as she put it. He chuckled, wondering how her anxiety would have been while wearing it. A scene from the past came back to his head at that. The failed attempt of HIS first night, of course.
His chain of thoughts was broken by Rudra-"Bhaiya, aaj Newspaper mein aisa kya hai, jo aap, itna muskuraa rahe hain? "Shivaay looked up to register what his brother was saying. Before he knew the newspaper was in Rudra's hands.
Rudra gave him a disgustingly painful and yet comical look. "Bhaiya, main samajh sakta hoon, bhaabhi se door hone ke baad...but...iska matlab ye to nahi...! Sambhaliye apne aap ko bhaiya..! " he said placing a hand on his shoulder and left for college biding him a goodbye.
A confused Shivaay looked at his brother's retreating figure and looked back at the newspaper.
"It's okay to be gay" read the heading.
His eyes widened, and he nodded his head in disbelief. His brother had just assumed he was smiling at that bit of news. If only he knew what was in his head, well better not. He sighed smirking halfway. So where was he in his thoughts? Yes, Anika's dress. Forget that, all he remembered was that his wife, still cared. But, why did she complicate things? He looked baffled. Her coming back, home was just another thing that not only mentally and emotionally but also physically had put him at unease. How he tried to remind himself that he can't go and pull her to himself and play with her hair. He can't corner her and make her blush. He can't hold her hand and let their hands play. He sighed. He better get to work. She seriously did affect him, affected him a lot. But he can't let that happen so easily. He placed the newspaper and the cup on the platform and left to get himself to do some work. He entered the room peeking about, she wasn't around. Great, he could perhaps snoop around a bit and figure out what was in his wife's, oops ex-wife's , let it be wife's, head. He gently shut the door, the curtains were already drawn. He looked around for anything that could give him any clue as to what was in his wife's head. He gave up and went to his cupboard to take the file he had come for.
"Maine sakhiyon se ankhiyon mein
Rakhna hai tujhko piya thoda zyaada, zyaada
Main bani teri Radha.."
She sang as she came out of the washroom drying her hair with the towel and wearing one of his bathrobes'. She had gone into mini trauma when she had realised that she had forgotten to carry her clothes inside, but his collection of fresh and ready to use bathrobes inside had just saved her life.God, the man had such a variety of colors for bathrobes, she chose the black one. She was also lucky that the room now wholly belonged to her. She had missed to see the figure standing beside the cupboard and had walked straight towards the door to shut it. She looked at the already locked door. She had already shut it? She sighed, she needs to keep her senses working, first forgetting to take clothes and now not remembering to have shut the door. She could probably consider eating a few more almonds on a daily basis, might help.
She turned and continued singing, looking at the mirror. He stood frozen as he heard her sing and pass him. How can she not see him there? He peeped from the door of the cupboard as she now stood in front of the dressing table. He saw her from head to toe and back till head. She looked breathtakingly beautiful in just a bathrobe. The fact that it was his bathrobe set up a weird feeling in his system altogether. He gulped as she rubbed her hair drying them. "Beautiful escaped his lips.
She moved to the cupboard. She had made place for clothes in his cupboard, right where they used to be before. But the moment her yes met his gawking ones, they widened. Impulses from her brain raced to the muscles of her mouth. She was about to scream when he ran carelessly throwing the file he held on to and shut her mouth with one hand. She moved a step back ward and he lost his balance and both trying to not fall flat on the floor, fell but on the bed. He was now on top of her, his hand covering her mouth. Her eyes looked at his in wide shock. While his eyes relished the view of her rosy lips now parted due to shock.
He let out a rugged breath as his eyes moved down south. Her shocked eyes grew wider if they could. Her shameless ex-husband was checking her out, openly ! She always looked sensuous in dark colors he knew. She looked beautiful in almost anything, he knew. But today was altogether a different day. She was in his black bathrobe, right beneath him on their bed. He tried hard to control his thoughts, but never mind. Somethings just don't come under control.
"yeh ..." she had meant to say it loud, clear crisp, but it sounded all except what it had to. He smirked, his eyes drinking in her facial features. He let out yet another audible hissing breath. The God had mercy she chose to wear the black one and not the white or pink one. He always preferred light materials, so those would have in no way covered her from his scrutinising gaze which the black bathrobe actually did. He dint know whether to be happy or angry at the Black bathrobe she was in. But that could wait, all he knew was HER. He inched closer to her lips, fully aware of the fact that she was losing it to their proximity.
"Shivaay..!" she whispered, gulping.
He cursed in his head. Did she know she was only making matters worse for them?
"Hmmm". He said in response, as his hands ran over her already red cheek as he pushed away the wet strands blocking his view. She screwed her eyes shut. Was he planning to kill her with that? He groaned inaudibly he had to back off before it was too late, he smiled at her face. He felt her clutch on the sides of his shirt, closing his eyes he reminded himself, "back off".
He finally got up, and stood straight. It took a few seconds for her to realise he had moved away. He couldn't help but notice the length where the bathrobe ended. His hormones were driving him crazy. The fact that he had stayed away from her for so long dint help. He had to get himself out, causing he was losing the trust he had on himself, but as much as he wanted to leave, he wanted to stay. She got up straightening the robe as she stood opposite to him looking everywhere except at him, her face still flushed.
"Aap...yahan...kya...kare hain..!" She said trying not to sound flabbergasted at the encounter.
"Tumhe dekhne aaya thaa! "He smirked sarcasm etched in his voice.
"Kya? " she looked shocked. He took a step closer knowing pretty well the ball was in his court, and she gulped.
"Aur koi kaam nahi hai kya mere paas...! Aur waise bhi...maine tumhe dehkne kyun aaunga! " He said purposely vividly looking at her from down to up and back down till his eyes met her lips. She looked at him open-mouthed. His words not in a bit matched his actions. Like always.
"Baahar jaaiye warna main chilaungi! " The jhaansi ki raani was back. He simpered, and turned to walk away and she sighed in relief. Her relief was only 20 seconds long for he turned back and almost hovered upon her, leaving her shell-shocked.
She ran into alarm mode at those glinting eyes of his. yeh...yeh...aap kya kar rahe hain! She said stepping backward as he continue to go closer until he made sure she was caged in between the wall and him.
"Kya...Mujhe dhamki de rahi thii? "His eyes shone, while his lips curved into frequent smiles.
Their gazes remain locked. She hadn't realised when the rope had loosened, it opened as it got stuck between the wall and got pulled due to her movement. She dint even realise it, lost in him. He did. In one movement he pulled her closer, by the waist. Their bodies now pasted, such that her robe stayed the way it was."Shivaay! was all she could let out. The proximity, driving her crazy. He bent down into the crook of her neck, taking in her scent. She felt his stubble slightly touch her cheek, she let out a deep sigh. He smirked, at the effect he had on her. His hand traveled all around her back to the other side, he wilfully let her hand rub against the material of the robe. Both her hands clutched on to his shirt at his shoulder and chest.
"Shivaay! she moaned.
"Anika " he whispered into her ears with the same intensity in voice. Her system had crashed all she knew was she was now a puppet in his hands. She was a muddle now. His lips slowly met the junction of her neck and shoulder. Her chest heaved up against him. He left a wet kiss there. Moving away, to see her face. She had screwed her eyes, and bit her lips involuntarily making him groan. He quickly tied the robe. Only when he tightened the knot on the rope did she open her eyes and realise what had happened. He din't back off though. His eyes deep pools of passion looked at her. She looked at him with a deer's eyes.
He smirked."Farak padta thaa, padta hai, aur.."
She completed-"...Padta rahega!"
Both stared at each other intently. Reading in the passion, the love and the desire in the other's eyes.
"Mujhe aise mat dehkiye aapki sagai hone waali hai..! " She played. He had played enough. Din't she know whom she was playing against?
He looked at her with all the attitude he had, "Aur tumhaari ho chuki hai...! Waise mera bathrobe use kiya...toh pay for it.!" He was in no mood to back off today. He wanted her. And would have her. She saw His. He would win her back, but now he wanted to win against her.
He gave her looks that sent shivers down her spine. What was the man up to? Whatever it was, it meant her death for sure.
"Kya..!" she said aloud.
"Kuch Bhi..!" he said his voice glimmering with confidence.
"Arre nahi nahi, mera matlab...ye kya bol rahe hain aap...! Main ek naya khareed ke aapke collection mein rakh doongi!" She said slowly regaining confidence.
"MMM...hummm..! " he nodded in a NO adamantly.
He bent his head closer to hers, startling her once again. "aapne mujhe kiss di toh" she spoke arching her head away from his.
He looked up in amazement, she acknowledged it in words. Interesting. "really...?"
"arre abhi toh...! "she said placing her hand on her neck.
"Anika..! " He looked on shocked.
She looked baffled.
"Tum kya kya, kaise kaise sapne dehk rahi ho? Kahan khoyi hui ho?" he said masking seriousness.
"Phel gaya raita!" she whispered in her head, had she imagined him kiss her. She uneasily moved her hand on her neck, embarrassed and bewildered. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. Now he would think she saw 2-rupees dreams about him. She had started sweating. He had a hard time not chuckling. He moved a step closer, in awe at his wife's reaction. He ran his finger over her forehead, wiping away the droplets of sweat. He then his finger down the length of her cheek.
Her eyes still fluttered in embarrassment.
"Tumhaare toh itne mein hi paseene chutne lage..! you still owe me for this" he said pointing to the robe.
She just couldn't think straight. She still felt his finger on her face , despite the fact that he had taken it off.
He smirked and bent forward making sure he dint make any contact with her and whispered huskily into her ears-"Dreams come true Anika!"
He stepped away slowly, smiling at the expressions that crossed her face. "You owe me.!' He stepped away. "Aur haan.. he turned to look at her. Once again checking her out, much to his own surprise. Cursing himself for being much a "Cheapda' like she called him. "...get dressed...wo mat bhool jaana..!" He grinned, winking and walked out completing her song, audible enough for her to hear,
"tune sapno tadapno mein rakhna hai
mujhko piya thodha zyaada, zyaada
tu bani meri raadha..
She looked in amazement, bafflement and awe.
"Cheapde Singh Oberoi!" She cursed aloud, as a smile grew on her face and she blushed.
P.S
Hope you liked it.⭐️
Well recently everything I wrote on Shivika turned out be emotional or angst, trying to get a grip back on romcom.😆
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