◆ The Concert Preps ◆

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" Hey...Om..here..here take the lyrics..sorry I m late again..but still it is two hours left for the concert...U can practice"
A young boy in his early twenties who was all breathless because he just came running to the college ground from another corner of the college told Om.

" Shivaay ...just two hours...how will I do it..I think we should cancel the concert!" Om said worried.

" What!!Are u mad!...Om u already know the tune and the chorous of the song ..I just added the bridge... N waise bhi people love your voice no one cares about the lyrics!" Shivaay said non-chalantly.

"Your words are the soul of my songs Shivaay...why don't u get it...U never let me give u the credit of it on stage...but today I will announce it...U deserve this my man " Om told Shivaay gratefully keeping a hand on his shoulder.

"No...Om plz don't...U know nobody would really care..plus it is not good for my image...I m known for my cool attitude in the college ...if people will know this they will think I m the philosophical poetic types!" Shivaay cribbed.

" Okay fine! But when I will release my YouTube videos I will give u the credit there..okay?"

" We will see it then...for now you concentrate on the concert...practise!..I will go check on the other band members!"

"Okay...see me before concert!"

Shivaay walked away not before stumbling over objects a lot more.Bamboo sticks,spotlights,chairs piled up were all scattered on the
St.Xavier's College of Arts ground.Men standing on ladders fixing the lights,incharges instructing the workers,all chaos here n there just for the concert of Omkara Singh Oberoi.He was the singing sensation of college, famous for his divine voice and soulful lyrics.Well not actually his but his cousin yet more than sibling brother Shivaay Singh Oberoi.No one knew two things about ShivOm.First that Shiv writes the lyrics for Om's songs and Second that they are the hiers of India's richest families..The Oberois..partly because of security reasons and partly because both of them wanted to stand on their own rather than seeking unwanted favours because they are the Oberois.

He was walking fiddling with his phone when a girl almost of his age...holding camera..trying to click a picture...walked backwards and tripped over a wire and was about to fall just infront of him but he held her just in time with one hand on her waist and other behind her neck.The girl t held his shirt and closed her eyes.She slowly opened her eyes and met the most mesmerizing blue-green orbs while he saw the most deep hazel orbs.They both were just lost in each other's eyes none of them wanting to look away .They stood there for what seemed like a very long time to them when there trance was broken by a shrill voice.
" Hey..Anika are u okay?"

Shivaay made Anika stand properly .

Gauri came and started checking her hands and head concern pouring out of her.
" Gauri...relax!I m okay nothing happened to me!" Anika replied holding her hands.

" Ohk...thank God u r safe..actually thank him!" Gauri said gesturing the man who saved her best friend moments ago.But when she saw who it was she was shocked.Afterall it is not everyday that someone bumps and has a 'RK' pose moment with the Mr.Shivaay Singh Oberoi,the heart throb of college with the charming personality and oh-to-die-for looks!

"Thank u Mr..?" and Anika being the reserved person she was sure would not know about him when literally the entire college girls drool over him.

Shivaay was surprised because this was the first time a girl didn't knew his name in the college and instantly knew that this was not some girl ...she was different.That's when he fully noticed her.She was no less than a diva herself with those sharp facial features, claded in a short blue one-piece which complimented well with
her fair complexion and flaunted her perfect body.She was beautiful.

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⏰ Last updated: May 13, 2018 ⏰

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