“How dare that Tadibaaz Bhagad billa kidnap and then insult me like that”- Annika muttered under her breath cursing the hurricane that hit her last evening.
“Annika didi, fifty six”-Saahil commented.
“Tum chup karo”- Annika scold lightly”concentrate on your mathematics subject Saahil”.
The door bell rang suddenly.. Annika looked through the window to check and prevent if any other tornado is on her door early in the morning….
The courier boy stood there, a bunch of red roses in his hand..
“mam, please sign here”-he show her the proper place marked for the signature of receiving person.
She take roses towards her face to inhale its sweet smell, wondering about the sender and a violet rose looked at her innocently…
A piece of paper, from Shivaay Singh Oberoi, sorry written on it, bold beautiful hand writing… a violet sorry card.. that turned her into Violent Annika. She threw the roses in the table near Saahil who picked and arranged it in the vase.
“BEAUTIFUL”- Saahil praised them.
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“Bhaiyya”- Rudra called, “from last night my fruit punch is missing. I kept in kitchen only. Did you drink it?”
“No”- Shivaay was unmindful enough for a short reply.
“Shivaay, you should ask a proper sorry from Annika”- Shakti told.
He asked already by sending roses. But how can he accept that in front of every one like a shame less fellow?? OmRu will tease him to beat a beet .
“Can I get her number papa”- he asked for help..”I want to apologise in a proper way”
Without paying attention to others, he saved her number in his mobile, promised him self not to throw this mobile.. never…
Pinky came to sit beside Shakti and Shivaay knew every thing is fine between his parent. They are happy for his new found love in Annika. OmRu went to deliver a statue.
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“You repelled Annika away from your self by insulting her”- pinky whispered.
“She is very nice and strong girl”- Shakti added, “working hard to earn for her small family”.
“Small family means only an useless Aunty, Annika and her…”- Jhanvi stopped midway.
“Will you all accept her son in our family mom after my marriage with Annika?”- Shivaay Singh Oberoi requested his own family.
“Oh my maatha”- Shakti chanted his wife’s favourite line.
“From where did she downloaded a son”- Jhanvi spoke.
He saw her last evening with a limping boy if his Kanji eyes are fine.. he had a doubt.
“She has a brother named Saahil ,adopted one, of almost 10 years”- Shakti completed the half sentence that Jhanvi left in middle.
Shivaay put both hands together on his face, closed his blue eyes to reopen them and then they widened in shock, surprised and happiness.
He fell in love with Annika more after this … two orphans living together, supporting each other… fighting with life alone in this cruel world. He suddenly wanted to protect them both.
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“SPLASH!!!”- A glass of water drenched his face for the second time in this two days.
“Annika”- his face adorned a soft smile..
“Splash!!”- another glass of water drenched him.
He looked at OmRu disappointed. They are his brother not Annika..and he hug them tight.
“It has been 2 hours you are sitting here motionless”- Om teased.
“Bhaiyya I am watching live telecast of all the beautiful things “LOVE ANGEL” told last night about the symptoms of love.
“In your dream??”- Shivaay asked .
“No.. bhaiyya on radio”- Rudy did his intelligent sign after winning this round of argument.