Senior Mittal could not even meet Om's gaze.
Om stood rooted to the ground.
Rishiraj Mittal continued,
"I dont know, What happened to her after She had left the airport. Why She has been behaving like these."
"had She never tried to contact you after that?" Om responded with a huff.
"Yes, She did. in fact still she keeps an eye on my well being my routine, i dont know how she gets all the informations about me. But she is aware of my state, But not trying to contact me directly" he started sobbing bitterly.
Om tried to console Rishiraj Mittal.
"I can understand Dadaji, but you know what, Mujhe samajh aa raha hain aapki Grand daughter aur humara Shivaay iss waqt kaha ho sakta hain" His mesmerizing eyes glinted in hope,
"Kya? You know their whereabouts?" He exclaimed, "Dono kaise ek sath..i mean.."
"Relax relax Dadaji, dont take tension. okay main jaa raha hoon abhi ke liye, par ayunga zarur, you know Dadaji You are right, I met her once accidentally or incidentally, She is someone you cant forget or hate so easily, Kuch khaas hain, kuch baat hain......... Well, I have a proposal" He scratched his forehead.
"What can I do for you to get my Anika back !" Mittal asked him.
To which, Om did not reply but smiled a little and moved towards the door, but before he stepped outside, He turned back and said nonchalantly ,
"May We the oberois can have her as our ghar ki bahu? I like her attitude, selfdependance , She is perfect for our family. Mujhe lagta hain aap ko aitraaj (refuse) nehi hoga. Get prepared Dadaji, aapki beti aab humari hui" He smirked and finally got out the house leaving a half confused half excited Anika's Grandfather behind.
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Same day,
KASHMIR
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"Aap mujhse karwana kya chahte hain?" Shankar literally begged before her, "Please chhor dijiye humein, humein sab aata hain par uske liye yeh phone pe humara video leke humein beizzat matt kijiye, hum chalte hain" He almost rushed towards the door to get rid of her.
"Oye, yeh Nakhre noor jahan ke bohot ho gaye, aur tumhare jaise namuna ka video waise bhi hona chahiye"
Anika stood infront of the door before he could escape, "Fatafat yeh video dekh aur steps sik le, and yeah, there will be a huge programme at Srinagar on this Sunday, So many guests will be present there, aur ek dance competition bhi hoga, Couple dance" She stared directly at him to see how he would react.
"Cou..coouu..couple, maane jodi?" He stammered.
"Hmmm.. and i need your help as i cant manage any other person to do this favour.... will" before she completed her statement, He retorted with a nod and affirmative expression on his face,
"Karunga..jarur karunga"
"Look, Dancing is my dream, my passion, my happiness. I dont want to lose at any cost" Anika looked at the smothering fireplace in the room, and went to light it up as the temperature started to falling.
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"Firstly grab my waist.. what.. hold.. sharma kyun rahe ho.. uffff"
"Wo madam ji, humein Saram aa ta hain koi ladki ki abhi pakda nehi naa"
"Kyaaaa.. kyaa pakda nehi????"
"Wo.. kamar" He smiled shyly, lowering his blushing face
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When It rains (Continuing in The new book)
FanfictionCheck its Sequel When It Rains -2 A Fan fiction on Shivaay and Anika. The characters are similar as we know about them in the show except a fact that here Shiv is more expressive and Anika cant express that easily.
