There Was You

Chapter 2 : Shivaay Singh Oberoi

• NAAM •

Annika

Annika

Annika

Ever since I kicked her out of my house, that name has been on loop in my mind, in my heart, in my soul.

The name was in perfect sync with my heartbeat and it killed me! It was ripping me apart every goddamned second!

I miss her so much, it is indescribable.

I was going to marry her again, make her mine, become hers, all so that she could be happy!

To give her that happy and beautiful wedding she so very well deserved.

But did she?

I am frustrated and confused out of my mind.

Love, was alien to me before I met her. Love her is all I did!

Without her, I feel suffocated, as if I can't breathe anymore, it's like her name in my thoughts is the only thing that has me going.

I was a zombie, except for that name in my heart, beating me along with it.

72 slaps per minute.

I just want to scream the same thing for the past three months, on the top of my lungs.

"Why??! ANNIKAAAA?! Why did you do this to me?!!"

I hit the steering wheel hard, in frustration, and the car honked wildly. I received glares from few people on the road and I ignored them like a pro.

I sighed putting my thoughts to the back of my head, and started my car. Somewhere, in the middle of my drive to nowhere, in search of blissful peace for the time being, my phone rang shrilly, breaking the silence that had occupied my car.

I sighed and answered it. It was Mishra, the man of perfect timings, not.

"Mishra?" I ask, irritated with him like always.

"Sir, it's Mishra," he said. What a dumbass!

"I know that, obviously!" I snapped, " Why did you call me?"

"Si-sir, that is, um, Dr. Swaminathan's flight just landed about half an hour ago-"

"So, why are you telling me this?" I snapped. Does the stammering idiot have to give me updates on my doctor's time schedule as well!?

"Sir, um, the thing is I forgot that she was arriving today-"

"Fhat the wuck!?"

"So, I didn't send anyone to pick her up," he finished quickly, in a weak voice.

"Fhat the wuck, Mishra! Are you saying she's been waiting for our supposed driver for the past half an hour! Did I not tell you she's an important guest!?"

"Sir, I was arranging Mrs. Oberoi's treatment at the physio-"

"Get this, Mishra! No doctor, no treatment!" I yelled, "Are you deliberately stupid? One job, you had!"

"I'm extremely sorry, sir. I've already sent a driver to pick her up-"

"Cancel that, I'll personally receive her from the airport to apologise for all your idiocy!" I hung up and took a sharp turn, driving my car towards the airport.

After dodging the traffic and driving faster than ever, I managed to reach the airport in fifteen minutes.

I got down and removed my sunglasses, when I realized I didn't know anything about her, including her looks. Just when I was about to ring him, somehow, for the first time in his life, Mishra did his job and sent me her profile with a picture and her details.

My tired eyes scanned through the herd of humans, as I was contemplating to give her a call, when I spotted her standing on a raised platform, busy.

Busy as in engaged in a heated argument with a Rikshaw-wala, tugging her luggages towards herself as they seemed too many to hold on to.

"Nahi, bhaiya!" she argued, as I walked towards them. She was too loud; I could hear her 25 steps away. "Only 'souv' and a fifty, uske zyada mere paas nahi hai!"

"No, no, no, madam, only dho souv!" The man argued back, shaking his head.

She furrowed her brows in anger, and opened her mouth widely to argue again, but by then I came to a stop beside her.

I tapped on her shoulder, to gain her attention, which I successfully did.

She snapped her neck to look at me once and that's all. She turned back towards the frustrated driver with narrowed eyes, this time, and widely opened mouth; Ready to get back to her petty argument.

This time I cleared my throat loudly and she turned back again, and finally the realization dawned upon her face.

Ding ding ding ding!

"Mr. Oberoi?" She asked, doubtfully.

"Shivaay Singh Oberoi," I established, extending my hand to shake with hers.

"Sankari Swaminathan," she shook it with her left hand as her right was struggling to hold on to all her bags. "It's nice to meet you."

"Same," I said, and gestured the Rickshaw guy to go away. I then gestured her to follow me to my car. I helped her with her luggage and we settled in the safety of my car.

"I must apologize for the delay-" I continued only to be cut off.

"Of 45 minutes. I must assume that you forgot about my arrival," she said with a smirk.

Well, that was pretty straight-forward.

"Yes, I must apologize for my assistant's poor memory," I said.

"Figured," she said with a chuckle.

No wonder, Dadi is obsessed with her, she seems like an honest girl .( Just like someone else I know, but was she ever honest enough?)

So, I decided, to make two parties happy today. One being my sad Dadi since Annika left, or should I say was kicked out.

"So, Miss Swaminathan-"

"Sana. You can call me Sana," she cut in again.

"Right. Do you want to drop by my house and say, meet an old friend?"

She grinned widely, " I would love that!"

*****
And that's it for the second chapter!
Loved writing it in the P.O.V. of our very own, tadibaaaz SSO!

Shivaay Singh Oberoi is a complex character and a typical NT whom I absolutely love!

I apologise for the delay, three chapters I had already written for this story got deleted. I've been re-writing them in frustration and great annoyance, tbh.

Next chapter will be from a boy who talks a lot.

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Much Love!