Shades of LOVE

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A request so old as much as a year almost. And finally today I found a good concept to write on. Thank you shivikabest for being so patient with me. So, here it goes Nehu...

only for you...

Sometimes a man is drawn to his woman

just as a moth is drawn towards the flame

Shivaay Singh Oberoi, a man of his word, honor, and pride. A man that can bend the world at his feet with one glance. A man who is the most desirable groom for any girl's father.

The man with a fiancé, Tia Kapoor. A fiancé who ensures the growth of his empire. But for some certain reason, all his beliefs, ideologies, thoughts and promises blurs when a certain lady comes to his view. A lady, who will never be a proper match for him, according to his beliefs and society. A girl who does not possess any of his perfect traits but lacks almost everything that he things to be perfect.

A girl without proper table manners, a girl who doesn't wear Armani or Gucci dress or does not carry a Louis Vuitton clutch. A girl who will never wear a Rolex or will never enter his mansion on her high hills.

A girl who does not need any makeup to make her look beautiful, or a surname to hold her head high. Her smile and honesty are her only weapon to win her battles against even the mightiest. And somewhere, somehow her strength, the fire blazing in those brown eyes burnt his walls. Somewhere, her
soothing smile has somehow found those cracks of his cold heart and warmed it. Melting his heart and making a place in the process. Who has successfully made a place for herself in his otherwise black and white life; even unknown to himself.

And now that she is standing there, wearing this beautiful yellow lehenga and choli with that white shrug she seemed like a dream to him. A beautiful dream away from the harsh reality of his life. A dream, where she was the queen of his kingdom.

Those soft moonlight kissing her caramel skin was making her look like an angel. Those soft breezes blowing against her hair, ruffling them were making her look like a painting.

Alas! He wasn't a painter like Omkara nor he ever tried to learn the art. How he wishes now that he did, cause she would have been her perfect muse if so happened, ever.

He knew, that this girl has made a place in his heart that is irreplaceable. She could make his heart skip beats like no one ever can. Someone who can draw a smile on his otherwise straight lips just with her thought. A lady, who can make him dance on her tunes even unknown to herself. A girl who can make him, the Shivaay Singh Oberoi visit a chawl and even make him complain like a kid. A girl who can make him call his business rival, and make him dance in his drunken state. The only girl who brings out that forgotten kid from the hidden corner of himself. A corner he has locked up for years. A corner where the innocent child was locked up by himself in his childhood.

But this girl can surely bring that child out from the depth of his heart. The only one who can include him in her stupid plans and also make him laugh so freely. How he wish, he was fortunate enough to have her by his side for his life.

Only if.... He didn't have the burden of being Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Only if he was not the face of the Oberoi industry. Only if, his life was so easy. Only if his freedom wasn't replaced by responsibilities and expectations at a young age. And only if, he wasn't engaged and met Annika just normally, in a different wedding planner. Not in a scenario where her job is to arrange his wedding with a girl he had no feelings for. Only if the media wasn't so interested in him and his life.