Hello Everyone!
This book from now onwards will contain all the OS and TS I will be going to write in future So enjoy!
OS means One Shots while on the other hand TS stands for Two or Three Shots.
Each chapter is a stand alone story so don't be conf...
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Annika narrowed her eyes and turned around to see the one person she didn't even thought in her wildest dream, there stood the screwed Shivaay Singh Oberoi, who was looking extravagantly sharp and calm, his eyes starless as his lips stayed in a straight line, he was a man who had a very wierd type of composure, according to her, he never smiled nor he ever tried to talk to her whenever she used to visit Omkara to the Mansion.
His eyes for which every girl could die for always looked at her with an unexplained threatening, she don't know why. It never held warmth in them whenever he spare a look on her, she used to get intimidate with such ferocity that it make her feel like a shivering mess.
Taking small steps towards them, he kept his spear eyes on her making her feel scandalized. "What are you doing here?" she asked overlooking the reaction which Samar was having, just by the sight of this excessively wicked man.
"Sorry to say, but I overhear all your conversion" he said nonchalantly "I hope I'm not Intriduing besides I think this is nothing to be concerned for"
Annika gasped at this, how could he say like this? She knew he was a cruel person, but now she got to know that he was really a monster.
She looked behind to see her other accomodate fringhtened to hell, his whole body was shivering, "Hey Bro, just be away from me, else I'm gonna call the Police"
"Samar, you need to calm down, I'm not going to scare you" Shivaay's tone suddenly turend soft, but she knew this all was fake.
"You broke my ribs" he screamed in an instant, she saw Samar gulping hard as his eyes clouded with utter fear, taking backward steps.
Shivaay crossed her, his eyes now in the depest shade of shapphire that anyone would mistook it with black. "What you want?" he asked.
""I came here to talk about some antique furnitures which Badi Maa was looking for as Mr.Malhotra had a furniture bussiness and you work with him, right Samar?"
'How do you know about it?"
"Everyone here in this city knows about it, so it's normal, I guess" Shivaay shrugged encircling his hand on Samar shoulder and gave a fake smile. Samar too smiled, it felt like he was breathing a sigh of relief while annika was looking at everything with great interest.
"I don't stick to past, so can we just put them at bay and talk about some bussiness?" Shivaay asked, "I'm not a bad guy" he prompt after a few seconds.
Annika's eyes were accusatory, she didn't knew that nowadays, people come to see films as well to talk about their bussiness. "But why here?' she at last uttered those words which were petrifiying her to no end.
"I don't think I'm reasonable to you, Ms. Annika" Shivaay said, his eyes making hole throught out her body making her grit her teeths in response. "Why can't you just asnwer me easily other then uttering those sorts of shits"
