Just Ten Days

Love me like you do

{[A/N] You have to imagine everything that has been written in the dance sequence in this one. I though have tried my best to execute it.

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He was as usual in between his colours; painting them over a canvas, according to what he thought his mind instructs. These years have taught him to paint again. These years have taught him to follow what he does again. He learned to paint again because he thought that was what made her happy, during the time Anaya was about to make her way into their lives. He used to make small abstract things at first, but slowly he saw himself falling all over again for the only thing he thought was the cure for his pain, his art. Not forgetting to mention the weird demands of his wife, telling him to imagine how he will be with the baby. And the only way that he knew to store the memories was on this white, blank canvas.

"Omkara, are you ready?" Shivaay steps in pinning the wrist button of his coat. "Umm yeah almost" he stood up; straitening his coat. "Seriously? You are painting in this attire?" Shivaay laughed. "Yeah; I mean why not, I just wanted to" he shrugged. "What about Gauri? Where is she?" Shivaay enquired. "With Annika bhabhi as usual" he said as a matter of fact. "Let's go fetch our wives, I hope we can leave in time" they both burst out laughing and walked out.

"Gauri eat something" Annika ordered. "Jiji I already have" she denied. "What? A small apple? That too not full" Annika stopped "Look, I know kids are home today, that doesn't mean mothers can't eat okay? Besides we have to leave for the party in the next twenty minutes. Eat something before that... take this" Annika passed the soup bowl. "I can't jiji. Please keep it, I will" she said adjusting her zip. "Kuch bhi ho, I want it finished, do you understand that?" she nodded and smiled.

Omkara saw Annika exiting his room with a huff to him it seemed like a sister's fight. And he chose not to say anything. He clicked the door open. She gasped horrifically as in shock the zip automatically was pulled by her hands. "I... I a sorry... I did not mean to-" she cuts "No it's okay, I should have closed the latch" she turned around. "It is oh.. okay" she stuttered. "I was here to call..." he stopped when she turned around in her baby pink dress. It was a normal dress with nothing but a not-so-low neckline and net small sleeve, but somehow it looked perfect. Even in an almost no makeup look her face was glowing.

She started moving towards him to which somehow his legs stopped responding. He was unable to move. She stopped near him and bent down just almost half an inch away when he moved towards her side, incautiously and something from her hand dropped on the floor. "Oh sh*t... I didn't know the soup... I am sorry... I" she cuts him again "No no that's fine" she shook her head. "You are fine, right? I mean the soup was nothing important right?" he asked. "Yes, it is perfectly alright. I mean the soup was just one of Annika Jiji's things you don't have to worry" she said and started cleaning her hands. "Okay then; let's go" and they stepped out of the room.

It was one of those charity events; something that every other billionaire family does. He never liked such events; but since he donated a huge amount, he had to attend it. He huffed at the thought. "I should leave," she said meekly and he looked at her in confusion. "Baby" Riddhima hugged him. "Oh!! You too" he half-smiled. "Of course, You know how much we do for such events. I donated an amount of five crore rupees" Riddhima said making a five by her hands. "So? I mean I have handed them a cheque of ten crores from the account of Ms Gauri Sharma" Shivaay informed.

"She donates?" he asked. "Every year since she earns. And surprisingly with each year, the amount doubles itself" Shivaay smirked at Riddhima "Last year it was five crores you know". "She doesn't like her name to be used so... it is a secret donation and besides since you too do, we generally combine both the accounts. So it is like twenty crores from Omkara Singh Oberoi" he looked at his brother with wide eyes "what?". "Umm yeah... I thought she must have told you" Shivaay asked sipping the contents of his glass.