Beintehaan (Completed)

21.Her Chand Bracelet

Shivaay flipped through a file, his eyes scanning the paper, before he slapped it shut and flung it onto his table, letting it join the rest of the files. He took a long sip of his coffee, wishing it could chase away the tired sleep, that was threatening to overtake.

Sitting back in his chair, he looked disappointedly at the pending files, calling out his name. No matter how many hours he dedicated to his work, there was always something that demanded his attention.

Leaning back, he ran a hand through his hair, tiredly. He watched lazily, as the sunlight slipped through the trees and danced on his pool like numerous glistening diamonds. He sighed, his mind easing off a bit of the stress.

Sometimes his room was the only place he could fine solace, away from the hectic office works, his family or sometimes even his brothers, when Rudra sometimes decides to become the most irritating idiot on the earth. He shook his head slightly and got back to work.

A soft thud made him look up. He narrowed his eyes as Anika gingerly stepped through the glass doors, her ears plugged in with earbuds. She bopped her head to the tune of her music, completely unaware of his presence. Ignoring her, he picked up his file, when suddenly “ DES-PA- CITO!!! Barmamamabababamama DESPACITO!”
Watha!

His head shot up in bewilderment as she suddenly started singing on the top of her voice. Anika raised her arms above her head and jiggled her hips in the air as she attempted to dance, and failing miserably.

If she wasn’t the most hated person he would’ve actually cracked a smile at the way she was dancing. She threw her head around, causing her hair to fly wildly across her face as she pretended to play the air guitar. Slamming her head down like a crazed rock star. Shivaay pursed his lips, trying hard to keep a straight face, despite the annoyance that was prickling with her presence. He eyed her bemused, as she waggled her bum to the beat, walking backwards, closer to the edge of the pool.

He watched as she stood right on the edge. Another small movement and she would fall in. Good. A proper dip in the water would knock some sense into her stupid head. He looked away stubbornly, wanting her to just fall in.

Suddenly he heard her gasp and his body jerked up in response. He was out of his chair in a flash. Just as she flew backwards, his hand enclosed around hers. She looked up at him, panic and relief colliding in her face.

He grounded his teeth as he felt her hand tighten around his. He gave a sharp tug and she propelled forward effortlessly, slamming into him.

One of her hands hooked around his neck while the other rested on his chest. Her face stopping, just inches from his. His hands moved involuntarily, wounding around her waist. He turned them, away from the edge of the pool.

Neither of them moved. Shivaay stared at her, his mind suddenly blank. What was with this girl always ending up in his arms? And why was it that his hands developed a mind of their own, when she was in them?!

She turned her head, and a strand of her hair grazed his cheek. A soft, flowery smell engulfed him and he felt his eyes close, letting the smell waft over him. He felt her move and his eyes snapped open. Was he just smelling her hair!!??? Good lord!

Something was DEFINITELY wrong with him. He needed to put distance between this girl and him. ASAP!

He moved, his hands dropping almost reluctantly. He glared, angry with the reaction his body was giving. He took a step back and she moved with him.

His brows furrowed. She started at him wide eyed. Her eyes flickered to her hand around his neck and he followed her gaze. He bit back a growl as he saw her charm bracelet tangled with one of his collar buttons.