Virika SS: Love or hate? *AWARDED*- Page 14

"Morning Badi Maa."

"Good Morning, Rahul."

"Where is Jeevika? It is eight and she is still not at the table."

"May be she overslept. Strange even Viren hasn't turned up today."

"Badi Maa I wanted to. Umm.."

"Yes Rahul, go on ."

"I..I was asking what do you guys do on Sundays?"

"So you wanted to ask about our Sundays? Well nothing special but today we all have to go shopping. Hope you will be able to take out time."

"Yea sure." Rahul cursed himself beneath his breath for being so nervous. He took a piece bread and started spreading butter on it. Swamini smiled at him. Finally she decided to put an end to his troubles.

"Rahul I think I will ask Jeevika to join us as well today. It will be nice if you two spend some more time together."

"That will be great! But where is she today. She gets up early everyday for yoga, but I haven't seem her since mornng. Must be tired after yesterday's function."

"She must be tired but where is Viren? I'll go and check his room."

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The morning sunlight peeped through the heavily curtained windows on to Viren's face. He turned to see Jeevika sleeping soundly besides him. She looked so innocent and pure like a new born baby, lying all curdled up in his arms, her right arm wrapped securely around his body. Viren smiled looking at her sleeping form. He twisted the loose strand of hair from her forehead round his finger and tucked it behind her ear and slowly rubbed his fingers on her soft rosy cheeks

* Flashback *

Tring tring.

"Hello."

"Sir Miss Jeevika wants to meet you."

"Please send her to my room."

"Sure sir."

There was a knock at the door after one minute seventeen seconds. Viren got up and opened the door of the room. Jeevika walked in without any conversation and sat on the sofa taking off her heels.

"Now what? You told me to come to Mumbai and now when I am here you don't even want to talk to me?" He came and sat next to her and held her hand. "Please at least look at me for once."

Jeevika pulled back her hand, she was in no mood to forgive him this time. She continued looking at the other side of the room. Once, twice, thrice, how many time times was she supposed to forgive him?He had forgotten her birthday all over again_{. Since their childhood he hadn't remembered a single birthday. How can he be so careless. Does he hav amnesia? Every year they have a fight over this yet again he forgets the very next year. So what if he makes up for it later with his expensive gifts and priceless kisses and hugs. This time all this won't work.}