The Bond of Love and Hate: Shivika

Chapter 2: He Loves Me

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A bolt of lightening flashed across my trembling hands. I shivered under the cold wind that swept itself through the open window next to me. Wrapping my shawl around me tighly, I lined the fabric under the needle.

"Why are you working overtime tonight?" I looked up to see Anjali who looked at me with a pryful eye. I returned my focus to the machine and pressed the foot pedal.

"Because I need money." I replied in a soft, but cold voice in an attempt to shoo her away since she has no right to poke her nose in my business.

Anjali, my co-worker, has been on my case ever since I started working here at the factory. She always seems to have issues with me, whether it is from judging what clothing I am wearing, to complaining to the manager that I did not properly stitch the fabric, even though I did, to saying I am too slow minded, and now upset I am getting overtime. For some reason, she has some issue with me and I cannot figure out what it is.

"Well we all need money Anika, but why is it that your request for overtime is always accepted, but not ours? What is so special in you that Shivaay sir always accepts your request without any hesitation, but for us he stinches his nose up like we have committed an atrocity!" Anjali's dramaticism catching other employees' attention who raised they head up towards the both of us curious about our conversation.

I sighed and closed my eyes tightly to suppress my rising anger. Clearly, Anjali is implying that I am getting some sort of special treatment from Shivaay which is completely untrue. Shivaay and I have kept our distance at work. In fact, I rarely see him considering he is busy most of the time and if not he is always seen leaving the office with Tia, his soon-to-be fiancé.

Rumors already are swirling in the news media that Shivaay Singh Oberoi, the famous industrialist, is set to marry diamond merchant's only daughter, Tia Sharma. Clearly, Shivaay has his priorities set up straight which is good...I guess. I mean it's good Shivaay is getting engaged. Him and Tia have always been meant to be together-they are college sweethearts.

I cannot believe I was foolish at one time in college to think of Shivaay...in that manner that I did when he was my tutor. He was in a relationship with Tia and I was such an idiot to even see Shivaay in that special...hate to admit it, romantic way...it was wrong. He's someone else's. Always has been.

"Why aren't you even replying back to what I am saying huh? Did the cat bite your tongue?!" Anjali slammed her hand against my desk and disrupted me from my thoughts. I looked away and continued to sew the fabric not wanting to be distracted by Anjali's annoying tantrum.

The sound of someone clearing their voice appeared loudly. I looked up to see Shivaay standing at the front of the hallway. His hands placed in the pockets tightly as he held a grimace.

"Is there a problem?" His voice sounded like an edged sword that sliced the silence in the room. Anjali quickly jumped back to her desk and began to sew like a diligent worker, trying to play off her fake innocence the way she always does. I lifted my gaze up only to match his who appeared to bore his eyes at me. My heart skipped a beat and I looked away immediately feeling a bit shy.

"I actually have come here as I would like to announce that the factory has been turning profit since the last few months which is quite an accomplishment considering where we started off when I initially bought it."