Winning My Guy- Shivika SS (LAST CHAPTER on pg-27)25/07 - Page 9

This fic is good. Please continue!

OMG mr baagad billa has becime mr jealous billa

plz update the next part soon. waiting.

Haha!! This is Kidkitod, Pillartod, Benchtod, Vasetod everything-under-sky-tod chapter!!!!I loved Chap 1...

I have nothing left to break in glee as I did my part of tod already in the previous comment, but this was a hellua chapter

rohit did good job...
fantastic update...

poor anika... she got herself a date

Originally posted by: KrazyKripzy

Where is the update?😒

Originally posted by: rainbowveins

Story's on hold, love. Will try and get back to it soon though.

Tbh I wasn't planning on updating this anytime soon, but then I suddenly came across it, thanks to Gurveen's comment (this one's for you!) and felt like continuing it. To anyone who's reading, I'll try to update soon, but chapters will be quite short since I feel like that suits this story more. Hope you guys like this!

Chapter-3- Of Anticipations and Decisions

I was frantically rummaging through my cupboard, throwing away every piece of clothing I lay my hands upon, and mentally cursing myself for ever coming up with this stupid plan. Honestly, what had I been thinking? Making Shivaay jealous was one thing, but going ahead and landing myself in a date? AAARGHH! What do I wear? What do I say? How do I act? This was Shivaay Singh Oberoi, for God's sake. He was used to dating high-class, sophisticated girls who knew how to be prim and proper in public. And here I was, never having even eaten anywhere other than the cheap restaurants in our area. What if he took me to a 5-star restaurant or something?

Okay, calm your horses, Annika. I'm not sure if he'll even show up. I mean, he hadn't mentioned anything about the date the rest of the day. Should I have asked him if he was serious about it? Gosh, what if he didn't show up? That'd be embarrassing.

Heaving a sigh, I decided to just get ready anyway. Even if he didn't show up, I'd at least get a chance to dress up for once. It was already 7.15, and it took me another 10 minutes to find a dress worth wearing on my very first date with the love of my life. Or the very first date in my life, period.

Coming out of the washroom, I checked the time and found that it was almost 8. He should be here in a few minutes, if he is coming, that is. Standing in front of the mirror, I had to admit, I actually looked nice. Or nicer than usual, at least. I was wearing a bottle-green chiffon gown, with a golden neckline and a deep back. It had been a gift from Chanda, and this was the first time I was wearing it, since an opportunity had never presented itself before. Brushing my hair once again, I waited in anticipation. My heart was practically in my throat at this point, and I was sure, if Shivaay didn't show up, I'd stomp over to the Oberoi Mansion and murder him in his sleep. I was just contemplating going to the kitchen and grabbing a knife when there was a loud RAP on the door.

Oh God.

Okay, it could be anyone at the door. It could be Sahil too. He had probably got bored at Chanda's house and decided to come back. Or it could be Tanu aunty from next door, coming to offer some more of her hand-made achaar. Taking a deep breath, I took one last glance at my reflection, and dashed towards the door. Sending a silent prayer up to the Gods, I opened the door, only to find...

Khanna ji?!

The buffed, huge man looked like he would rather be anywhere than here, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why he was here in the first place. I tried looking past him to spot Shivaay, but the black SUV behind him was completely empty. My heart sank in my chest, and I knew what was coming.

"Actually ma'am," he started, feeling sympathetic, probably. "Shivaay sir has an important meeting tonight, so he can't make it to dinner. It was scheduled very suddenly, and he tried to inform you, but your phone was switched off."

It had ran out of charge, and this was probably all a plan of the gods above to embarrass me further. Khanna ji looked even more embarrassed than me, though. I felt bad for the poor guy, having to do the dirty work for his boss.

Barely being able to steady my voice, I told him with a smile-

"It's okay, Khanna ji. Tell your sir that work is more important, and I totally understand."

He seemed relieved, but then probably remembered something else and his face turned slightly red again.

"And ma'am, sir also told me to tell you that, um, if you want, you can order from any five-star restaurant and he, uh, he'll pay for it." He finished with a gulp.

I was immensely grateful to the man for casting his face down, and thus not embarrassing me further by noticing the layer of tears that had formed in my eyes.

Ten minutes later, after having somehow kindly told Khannaji to tell his sir that he need not be so kind, I was in my room, still wearing my pretty dress, having given up all on the plan. In fact, I would now be solemnly ignoring that man who sure as hell did not deserve my love.