Jealousy - the race and the rage (shivika FF)

9) His?

Suddenly he heard the door open and saw that Anika had entered into the bathroom fully drenched in her reddish orange full arm top. His eyes widened with shock.
The dripping drops from her skin and eyelashes made her more drop dead gorgeous. Shivaay felt his breathing stop on looking at her. She took baby steps towards shivaay and with every little step, shivaay's eye widened a little bit more.

The heart beat which had stopped started beating slowly yet loudly looking at the wet strands of hair dangling in front of her eyes. She looked like a goddess. Her eyes were captivatingly beautiful. So beautiful that he would willingly be a captive for the rest of his life in her eyes. "You?" asked shivaay. "I didn't like the kiss to have been incomplete " said anika taking yet another step towards him. Shivaay self control if at all anything had been hanging along just went by the khidki looking at his khidkitod possession. The minute she had uttered the words about incomplete kiss, shivaay felt like the lion which has found its lamb for lunch. He pounced on her to encircle her in a hug. But instead he had hugged himself. Yes. The mighty shivaay singh oberoi was blo*dy hinged to HIS Anika that he had started fantasizing the moment he had with her inspite of standing beneath the cold shower.

Frustrated he kicked the air and turned off the shower. It then dawned to him that whatever he imagined was the first time he had seen her on that night in the pool. The night he had got her arrested. The night he had slammed her torso onto his for the first time.  The night he almost kissed her. He finally he realised that he had always been attracted to her and later it had rooted into love. Unprompted and unwavering love. He decided to act upon his realisation as soon as possible.