When Annika Mehra is sent to take interview of the business tycoon Shivaay Singh Oberio, what she doesn't expects is that the CEO of the company to have a repulsive habit of drinking coffee, kaali coffee as she liked to call it. But what happens whe...
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Annika felt her heart beating loudly, the words in front of her didn't make any sense. Everything around her came to an abrupt pause, she could no longer hear the noises in the hospital, she blinked, trying to take in the newly found information. She re-read it over and over again, there were twenty other articles about it, explaining every single detail in depth, throughout the party how they have been spotted together and how they left together. A picture attached at the end to which Annika couldn't help but keep looking at, as if trying to tell her brain it's not what it looks like.
He wouldn't do that to her, she knew that but the rational part of her brain was dormant. She closed her eyes, trying her best to convince Shivaay wasn't going to do that to her, there is no way in hell she was going to trust the articles, knowing how the paparazzi throws in fake things that never would have occurred in real life, Annika personally never did that being a journalist.
She took a deep breath in, she needed to trust him and she did, with her whole heart. Annika turned on her phone only to find it dead, the battery had run out of power. 'Great' she muttered under her breath. She ran her fingers through her hair only to find knots tangled in her fingers. She cringed, trying to remember the last time she had combed her hair.
The night was still dark, her head was tired of all the thinking, she yawned, hoping her father would be awake by the time she woke up. She couldn't help but picture him in the black suit he wore today, looking dangerously handsome, if only she saw him in front of her, she would have loved
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"Annika, Annika, wake up" She winced in pain, the morning sunlight hitting her face as she opened her eyes, the sun was beaming loudly today. Annika met with her mother's face who looked happy. "Mom? Dad, is he alright -"
"Yes, yes. He is awake, I just had a small talk with him, go, he is waiting for you" Annika's eyes widened. Was this really happening? He is awake? Tears of joy rolled down her eyes as she ran towards the room. A wave of relief washed over her when she found her father looking at her, a small smile touching his lips. She walked towards him slowly, telling herself that he was alright and out of danger.
She wrapped her hands around him, breaking down in his arms. "Dad, I thought, I -" She hiccuped, not able to fork words. Is this what felt like losing someone so close? "Shush, it's okay, I'm here, ain't I? Stop crying Annu" Harshvardhan Mehra couldn't see her daughter crying, it was the hardest thing for him.
Wiping her tears, she parted herself away, not wanting to hurt him as she looked down at the bandages wrapped over his chest. Radha stood there, tears in her eyes as well but she was no longer stressed, seeing the two most important in her life safe and sound, eased her.
"Annika, you should go back home and take some rest, I'm here now. I will look after him" As much as Annika wanted to disagree and stay there with her father, she couldn't help but feel pain at the back of her head which seemed to increase every passing second so she gave in, nodding her head.
