My Destination: Cafe Coffee Day- Chapter 14 by Jerry

Shivaay’s pov

As I greeted her in the phone, I bolted my room’s door from inside. I was really excited to hear her voice, after so long. The voice that I was expecting came as “Billu ji “. I kept the phone down, rubbed my ears and put the phone back on my craving ear. She once again spoke ” Billu ji, are you there ?” Now I was really annoyed, how come she knew my name, pet name ? I spoke “Anika, what is this, you are calling me bi..ll….u..ji ?” He managed to speak. He was having a hard time resisting his sneeze, he didn’t wanted her to know about it. “Well, you hided such a big secret from me, but all thanks to Dadi. Now I know and I will call you Billu ji.” She giggled hysterically over the phone, thou I didn’t like her calling me that, I couldn’t resist myself from smiling, she must be looking cute !

“Anika don’t call me that na, I don’t like it. I want to strike a conversation and here you are making fun of me.” I made my voice a little strict. And gosh, she laughed like hell over the phone. I kept the phone a little far from my ear, it was very loud still sweet. “Okay, I will not call you Billu ji, but when your name is Billu ji, what can I do, it so cute. You know my next dream will be..” She asked already building up the curiosity. “Hmm, what ?” I spoke. “To tell Media about your name Billu ji and then print it in the newspaper.

Imagine what will be the news : The great Business man Shivaay Singh Oberoi has a pet name Billu ji.” And then she again laughed. “But see I give you so much of respect, I put ji for you..I am the best na..” I decided not to fight over the phone, it has been so much of time since I heard her voice, I will deal with that matter later. “Yes, you are the bestest of all.” I spoke in flow. “What ?” She asked, I think she was as shocked as I was. “I mean you are not the best..” Oh my god, what have I said, this cold will make me mad and then I suddenly remembered that I was getting sneezes and that very moment I was getting one, I didn’t wanted to make a pappu of myself, gosh her language and then….I inhaled deeply to avoid the sneeze, I was successful. A khidkitod idea Billu ji and them the realization took place what was I saying myself, am gonna die now. Why the hell I called myself Billu ji.

All my thoughts were dispersed when she said “What, I am not best” I bet she pouted at that moment. Yess, right there I wanted to kiss her but then I spoke something which I regretted, very much “No no, I mean you are beech (middle) ki.” And then I heard a roar over my phone. “What the hell, what did you call me. You called me that, hawww, you are so bad !!” And I am damn sure if I would have been in front of her, she would have killed me and ate me alive. I didn’t meant it deliberately. How could I call her that..”No no no, seriously I didn’t mean that oh…” And then my sneeze smirked at me. And I couldn’t say anything further and what all I said was “Achuu….achuu…..achuuh…achuu…achuu….achuu…and a lot of achuu..”

I think all the sneezes that I managed to hide took revenge from me. And there for 3 minutes I was only sneezing and sneezing and thank god, she didn’t put down the phone. After my sneezes took a little rest she spoke “Billu ji, what have you done to yourself, I mean what have you drank or eaten. Cold water or ice creams ?” “Ice creams” I spoke innocently which was followed by another sneeze. I still didn’t argued about that Billu ji thing. “How many ?” she sounded angry, very angry. “15” I told smiling, it was a big achievement for me. “Billu Ji, you should have taken care of yourself. Why did you ate so many ice creams. Whole family must be worried for you, have you thought of it ?” It was for the first time I was being scolded bit I loved that caring nature of hers. “And you ?” I spoke smiling. “What me, of course, I am also angry. Now do as I say.” I nodded over the phone and said “yes”

I had no other option na. “Walk over to your medicine box and take out a tablet for cold.” She said. I took out 8 tablets and spoke “yeah, I have taken out the tablets.” “Tablets ? How many you have taken ?” She asked. “8 of them” I replied. “What, billu ji, have you gone mad, 8 tablets ?” She said rather shouted. “Yes, one for cough, one for sneezing, one for headache, one for fever, maybe I will have you never know, I can’t take the risk and one for…” I was interrupted. “Stopppp….you have to take only one medicine for sneezing and no its and buts.” She ordered. “Haan meri maa.” I said Frustated. “Now pull the duvet over and go to sleep and dont stir ftom your place till morning, okay ?” She again said. “But I have achuu… one problem ?” I said cutely. “If I want to go to washroom, at night achuu….what will I do ?” “Billu ji….what will happen to you. Have you rented your brain to dhobiwala ?” She said . “Dhobiwala ?” I asked confused. “Washerman, basic hindi, toh you should know. Now billu ji please go to sleep and of course you can go to the washroom.” And with that I kept the phone down and went to sleep not before setting the alarm, I have to wake up early tomorrow.

In our bond there is one thing that attracts me most, if one acts like a kid the other is there and becomes mature. I wish our bond stays like this forever.

End of Shivaay’s pov

The sun was rising indicating a beautiful rise to yet another day, which gonna be full of fun for the Oberoi’s. Today they are gonna go to Goa for their beloved daughter’s wedding.

Pinky woke up from her sweet slumber and looked at the watch. It showed 4, she freshened up and rushed to the kitchen.

Shivaay was sleeping so cutely that anyone who would have watched him like that would have fallen head over heels in love with him. His neatly rimmed beard, messy hair, million dollar smile and kanji aankhein, who could have said no to him. They were just….adorable. He was wearing a white kurta which was giving a little access to his skin, the pores were to be grateful of. He was caressing the frilles of his pillow and saying “Anika your hair are so soft. But why they have become small ?” He suddenly opened his eyes and smacked his head lightly. Yet once again he had drowned in her thoughts.

There was a knock on the door while he was checking the schedule of his meetings in his cell, still in bed. He said a “Hmm” and then immediately made a way for his mom who has come with a tray. She sat down and said “Shivaay beta, are you fine now. I have made this soup myself, taste it and tell me, how is it. It will also cure your cold.” All Shivaay could do was smile over her, she loved him so much that she woke up this early just to make soup for him. He hugged her mom lightly and murmured a “thank you”. She too smiled and was going to take the spoon to her mouth when she pulled it back. Shivaay was confused. “Mom..” Before he could say anything she blowed over the spoon and then fed him. She raised her eyebrows asking how is it..? “Khidkitod” came his reply. “I mean the soup is really delicious.” She caressed his hair and then made him drink the whole.

Shivaay came out of the bathroom with a towel at his waist. He was feeling really happy today, he must have thought about her while showering too. He was ruffling his wet hair here and there murmuring a song and being excited. Pinky saw this from outside and was happy that his son was happy. She knew the reason must be Anika. She didn’t felt any emotion, like jealousy except tremendous love for anika, because of her his son was looking like a normal happy human. She prayed mentally to her Maata rani (goddess) to be consistent to their happiness.

As the jet took over everyone in the family was smiling, laughing and were full of enthusiasm they gonna create in the chopper. Only one person looked little stressed. He was not speaking anything. Omru whispered among themselves what happened to him, when shivaay spoke suddenly….”got it !”

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