Destined

The Masquerade Ball.

Both of them were zoned out in their own word but kept stealing glancing of eachother. Anika being Anika thought to break the ice.

"Shivaay, can you please turn on the radio." Anika suggested.

"No, let it be a silent ride, if you want you can talk to me!" He denied annoying her.

"What should I talk to you?" She asked, angrily.

"Anything like your hobbies, interests." He suggested and she gazed at him, scrunching her face.

"Really? I wish that Rudra or Om could be here, they are fun, man!" Anika exclaimed, pouting to herself.

"Does that mean, I'm boring?" He questioned her, cocking his eyebrow.

"Yeah!" She muttered under her breath and smiled sweetly at him turning on the radio much to his irritation.

Listening to the song Bol do Na Zara, Anika glance at Shivaay who was concentrating on the road. Smiling to herself, she started humming the song.

"Where are we going?" Anika asked, tapping her fingers on her lap.

"Shopping and a surprise." He replied with a wink and her eyes widened.

"Omg, Shivaay singh oberoi even surprises." Anika mocked, faking a shocking face.

"Shivaay Singh Oberoi can do anything." he stated will attitude, rolling his eyes at The drama Queen.

The car halted at a Shopping mall, as usual, being Shivaay, he gets down first and opens the door for Anika. Smiling at his gesture, she leaves towards him and he stiffened the moment her breath fanned on his ears.

"Thank you, Shivaay." She whispered in her husky voice and backed away immediately sprinting into the wall leaving a blushing Shivaay behind.

Entering into the mall, Anika walked into the ladies section for some dress but Shivaay tags along selecting a prom dress for her.

"Anika try this!" He insisted and she agreed in disbelief, walking into the trail room.

Faking a cough, She walked out of the trail room wearing a floor length black prom dress hugging her waist and enhancing her curves with a deep neck and a slit along the side.

His pupils dilated at the gorgeous lady walking towards him. His hormones raged at the sight of this beautiful lad. Pressing his lips in thin smile, he passed a smile nodding gesturing her that he accepted the dress.

"Fine then, I'll change and come!" She uttered dooming back into trail room and he heaved a breath.

"What happening to me?" He muttered to himself, smacking himself walking away.

"Shivaay." Anika called out trailing behind him, he faked a smile.

"Shivaay, please try this once." She pestered, showing him the black tuxedo.

"Why?" He asked, looking every where but her.

"Please please.. Please." She pestered, pulling up a puppy face. Sighing, he grabbed the tuxedo and sprinted to the trail room.

Wearing the tuxedo, He gazed at the reflecting in the mirror.

"Not bad, Shivaay! You look handsome." He complimented himself and walked out of the trail room.

As the door, clicked opened, her eyes snapped up and god he was looking dapper in that black tuxedo. Man! His perfect jawline, fair complexion everything minor thing about him.