DRIZZLING BLISS(COMPLETED)

PART-1

Shivaay Singh Oberoi sighed, the huge crowd in his office premises, the vehicles parked outside screamed its density.

"Khanna!!shall we head back home, a single laptop is enough as there are no meetings with any client or foreign delegates"- He voiced his thought out.

Khanna nodded.

"I will bring a few files from my cabin upstair, I will take the backdoor as conference room will be filled with chaos"- Shivaay strode inside his own office like a thief, from backside door.

Omkara, his long haired brother, borrowed his conference rooms, yeah all the rooms that are used for meetings from him, for a day.
For exhibition, that is to show his talent.

Om is very talented when it comes to arts, pictures, drawing, portraits and serenity.

He is filled with art, his blood is colourful instead of usual red colour,like a palette.

Om was organising a big exhibition for showing his rare and beautiful works but at the last minute the hotel manager denied giving him the hall as some marriage was also going on the same place.

Well, they could have fought, filed a case against that manager but Om is peace loving, he will not go with any quarrel, not unnecessarily on such a matter.

"Who the hell arrived here in my absence and left my TV on-ed?"- Shivaay shouted, entering his cabin after opening the locked door.

The large LED,he uses sometimes to watch business news, in the peaceful environment of his cabin is on.

His attention turned to the TV.

A girl was weeping, holding her knees, sitting on a bed, a white neat and clean room, greenish creepers running randomly on a background of the girl.

"Is she weeping for her lover, who left her pregnant? Someone dear to her left her or died?"- His thought roamed at the most possible problem these days.

Isn't he the most sad creature in the world. Did he ever cried??

"Why doesn't the girl leave crying over fate and settle herself in her life, in her career, a better job, more money, give a better future for herself and her unborn baby if that thing exists at all"- Shivaay fumed.

The girl on the TV screen is beautiful, too much. Tears doesn't suit her face.

He searched for the remote, to switch the TV off.

The curtain towards sea was drawn , crumbled. The glass window is open.

He marched towards the window that gives a nice view of the sea, cool breeze, to lock the window properly.

The screen shouted as soon as he draw the curtain, a girl!!!behind the white curtain.

She hugged him tight, closing her eyes.

A girl!! A girl in his cabin behind the curtain!! Shivaay Singh Oberoi, you are waste.

His hand remained mid in air.
Is she some rival?? Stealing something from his cabin!!

Many thieves are beautiful but all beauties can never be robber.

"The vampire!! Save me!! Save me from it please, the vampire is here"- The girl shouted, for her dear life.

Vampire!! Here in Mumbai and his office!! No way. That is just a fictional character. Impossible.

"Where??"- Shivaay asked warily.

"In the last room on left corridor, it had a large portrait of a vampire, dangerous one"- She gave details," I went there to check the big hall where some festivals of drawings is going on and my eyes fell on the vampire hanging on the wall.
I ran and turned again for my safety to check it, but it walked behind me, at predatory speed".

"Open your eyes!!"- Shivaay ordered.

She is not less dangerous then any vampire. She sucked all his blood towards his heart and created a few drops of sweat on his forehead, his palm seems wet too.

She opened her eyes, beautiful black eyes slowly fluttered open. But suddenly screamed again.

"Am I that ugly??"- Shivaay had no idea. But everyone says he is handsome.

"You besharam Vampire!! I was running away to save myself from you only, leave me, don't eat me up please Mr. Vampire, even I love eating bitter guard so my blood will not be tasty!!"- She kept shouting, damaging his ear drums.

"I am not a Vampire"- Shivaay cleared.

"Even chors and criminal says they are not one"- The girl show logic.

"I am neither a chor, nor a vampire, definitely not a liar"- Shivaay pulled the girl a little, bringing her out of her secret hideout.

"That means you are a man, but who are you??"- She took a sigh,of relief.

"Main Shivaay..."- He introduced himself.
You better ask Google about my identity. He could have said but it never left his tongue.

"Now will you tell me your name or shall I call you as just mine??"- He encouraged her, flirting a little that seemed perfect.

"Annika..."- She revealed.

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itsmeprabha... No more fight, not jelo, no green green face only blue blue kanji eyes, drown in them and spread more craziness.
For my blooming level friend.