Shivika OS || Desirous Dreams || Ishqbaaz | 16 + | Shivaay | Anika

Teaser

There she goes, looking like a starWith her body shaped, like a rock guitar

This song played itself in Shivaay's mind as he followed her around the house, while she worked on his wedding preparations. He couldn't help it- she looked downright edible in that white crop top and low-waist jeans she was wearing, giving him a great view of her curvaceous waist, with hair left loose and falling in curls down her back. Her face was sans make-up except some red lipstick, making her pouty lips stand out even more. She was oblivious of her beauty, just as she was oblivious of his hungry gaze on her as she fixed fairy lights on the walls by standing on a chair. He was awestruck as he kept staring at her. She really was a star. All thoughts of any other woman, even his fiance, simply left his mind when she was around.

Suddenly, she caught his eye, and although taken aback at being caught, Shivaay did not remove his gaze. Instead, he inched closer to where she was, and she instinctively moved back. As a result, she fell off the chair she was standing on, but of course, Shivaay was ever ready to catch her. She fell right onto his arms, and even after setting her down, Shivaay kept his arms around her petite bare waist. Annika's breathing became uneven, both at his proximity and the look he was giving her. Gripping his arms, she tried to pry away from his hold.

"What are you doing, Billuji," she breathed out, "I have a lot of work to do. I have to make YOUR wedding preparations." She emphasized on the word 'your', trying to remind him that he was committed to Tia, and getting married in a week's time.

Shivaay however ignored her reminder, and inched even closer. Leaning in, he whispered into her ear huskily, making her shiver.

"Let's take a break from work, Annika."

Writer : Rainbow Veins

Annika gasped- his words were innocent enough but the way he said it, screamed of a sexual innuendo. He had one eyebrow raised in that cocky way only he was possible of, and his hair was sort of flopping over his eyes. Annika had to admit- he looked extremely hot.

He's off-limits, Annika. She reminded herself. He's getting married, and you're his wedding planner. Maintain a 2 feet ki doori.

Regaining some self-control, she managed to push him back. Shivaay pouted a bit at that, making Annika look away lest she be tempted to kiss those full lips of his. Clearing her throat, she attempted to move away, but he held her back by the wrist.

"Why are you running away from me?" He asked from behind her.

"I'm not," She replied coolly. Honestly, she was running away. How could she not? Making his wedding preparations was bad enough, but seeing him and knowing that soon he would become someone else's felt like a stab to her heart. Shrugging off his hand that was now resting on her shoulder, she hurried away to carry on with her work.

It was about an hour later that she saw him again. He was sitting on the sofa in the hall, typing away on his laptop, occasionally stealing glances towards where she stood with Jhanvi Aunty discussing the upcoming sangeet.

"Annika," Jhanvi called her, breaking her out of her thoughts, "please make sure you give a call to the caterers again, okay?"

Annika nodded with a smile, and after Jhanvi Aunty left, turned to look towards Shivaay again, only to find him gone. She looked around searching for him, and it was while her lost eyes were scanning every corner of the hall that an arm snaked around her waist from behind. Annika held her breath.

"There's something in the storeroom that Dadi wants you to get," he whispered, his breath fanning her neck. "Come, I'll help you."

Annika could only gulp and nod. She had no clue what Dadi could possibly want from the storeroom, but with his close proximity, she was beyond forming a coherent retaliation. Shivaay left her, clearly reluctantly, and walked away towards the storeroom on the 1st floor. Annika took a deep breath before following.

Shivaay grinned as he waited for Annika. He didn't know what he was doing, just that right now, if he didn't have Annika, he would go insane. It was impossible for him to deny himself her any longer. All he wanted to do right now and never let go. Okay, maybe do many... interesting things while holding her close... Shivaay thought with a cheeky grin.

His Annika radar soon started churning and he realized that she was close. It sent his heart beating erratically fast, and he clutched his chest lest it beat right out. God, what was she doing do him? He had never felt this way before. Like his entire world just revolved around one person. It didn't help that she was so hot, either. He had never been so damned attracted to anyone before, that everything else just blinded when he was around her. Even now, he could feel hot desire surging through his body at the prospect of what would ensue when she arrived.

As if on cue, the storeroom door opened, making a stream of light enter that made Shivaay cover his eyes. Annika walked in timidly, searching around for the light switch, when Shivaay closed and locked the door behind her. Annika gasped.

"What are you doing, Billuji? Why did you close the door?" Shivaay could make out her silhouette and knew that she was holding her hips haughtily.

"So that no one disturbs us," He replied simply while flicking a switch on the wall that made an overhead lamo light up and cast a faint yellow glow all around. When Annika raised her eyerbow in confusion, he continued,

"In our work. Come on now, we need to find an antique set of rose gold plates that Dadi wants to use in serving the guests tomorrow." He walked past her, and started searching around on a random shelf. Annika was beyond confused by his behaviour. It was her job to look at all the wedding preps, and so far, she had gotten no instructions from Dadi to find any antique set whatsoever. Moreover, Billuji helping her was a shock in its own. He had taken no interest in his wedding preps whatsoever till now, and yet here he was, all eager to help her find some minor thing. She was about to ask him the reason for his strange behavior, when he called her out himself.

"Are you just going to keep standing there or help me?"

Breaking out of her thoughts, Annika decided to just get on with it. Being in this extremely enclosed space that gave her lungful whiffs of his manly cologne was making her feel dazed, so the faster she found the stupid plate set, the faster she would be able to leave.

Moving towards one of the racky old shelves, she started rummaging through the many seemingly useless things kept there. Mouth adorned by a concentrated pout, she was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice when Shivaay came and stood right behind her. She could feel his breath fanning her neck once again, making goosebumps erupt in her body. She tried to ignore the feeling, and him altogether, but it became impossible when he practically pressed his body against her and leaned over to search through the same shelf. Annika mentally smacked herself for pulling her hair into a bun earlier because right now, there was practically no barrier between his mouth and her shoulder. When he very casually kept his chin on her shoulder, Annika had to repress a shudder.

"What are you doing, Billuji?"

"Helping you," He replied nonchalantly. Annika gulped, before gaining her voice.

"You don't have to. I can manage on my own." A pause, before she continued with a scowl. "Why don't you go and see if TIA needs any help?"

Shivaay chuckled at that, making his stubble rub against her bare skin.

"Jealous, are we?" He asked, while turning her around to face him. Annika raised her chin defiantly.

"Why would I be jealous? If you think I have any sort of feelings for YOU, you're EXTREMELY wrong." She said haughtily, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms across her chest.

Shivaay's grin only widened, and he unconcernedly looped his arms around her bare waist.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked her, voice deepening as he backed up against the shelf, making it rattle.

"V-very sure," Annika stuttered, even as she tried to pry his hands away, but to no avail.

"Hmm," Shivaay said, as if in deep thinking, "Well then, why don't you prove it?"

Even though Annika knew that she was getting herself into more raita than she could samet, she was curios.

"How?"

Another pause as Shivaay started at her intently, his eyes a dark stormy colour, looking like desire was just threatening to spill out.

"When I kiss you, don't kiss me back."

Before Annika could even let the horrified gasp out, Shivaay had caught her lips in his own very demandingly. Possessively. Hungrily.

He was slow at first, feeling her ruby lips beneath him. The soft, suppleness of them were driving him crazy, and he soon became ferocious in his act. Licking and sucking, he pulled her even closer, one hair on her waist and the other in her glossy locks, and coaxed her into responding. And damn, was she dying to respond or what.

It took everything in Annika's willpower to kiss him back with just as much intensity, if not more. His lips felt so good against hers, moving in a way that made her feel so...wanted. She wanted to move her hands through his soft hair, and mess them up like she had always wanted to She was dying to open her mouth and let him in, all the while discovering his own warm mouth with her tongue.

She was trying as hard as she could but Oh God, when he wildly bit her lower lip and ran a thumb over her top-clad breast, she couldn't help it anymore.

Pushing him away only for a moment to take in a deep breath, she looked at him with fiery eyes before pulling him back in. Shivaay grinned against her mouth as she sucked his upper lip, and she knew that she would have to deal with his tadibaazi later but thought just to hell with it right now. Entangling her fingers in his hair, she dominated the kiss by thrusting her tongue inside his mouth. Fighting even here, Shivaay finally managed to take over the kiss again.

Pressing his body closer and harder into hers, he explored each and every corner of her mouth. She tasted heavenly, and he never wanted to stop. Unfortunately breathing was necessary (although Shivaay Singh Oberoi wouldn't complain about dying while kissing her).

Pulling away with a sound, Shivaay and Annika breathed heavily while resting their foreheads together. After a while, Shivaay moved back his head to look at her. Her hazel eyes were burning with desire, and rubbed her cheekbone lightly with his thumb.

"Jungli Billi," he murmured with a fond smile, making Annika blush. Slowly, he advanced his mouth towards her swan like neck, and peppered kisses all over. Annika squirmed at the sensations.

"Billuji, your stubble tickles!" She giggled, encouraging him to run his beard all over the length of her neck and shoulders. He moved the tip of his fingers on her bare waist as he did so, making her ticklishness kick in.

"Stop it!" She wheezed out in between her giggles, making him smile against the juncture between her neck and shoulder. Pulling back, his eyes became all serious again.

"Let's go to my room," he said in a grave voice, while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What if someone sees us? What if Tia sees us?" She added after a pause. The existence of that woman had completely left her mind in all this.

"I don't care. Let's go."

Grasping her hand, Shivaay practically dragged her away from the storeroom and towards his bedroom. They managed to avoid being seen by anyone, by hiding behind pillars and taking deserted passageways. Yet, it took them quite a while to reach his room, since he kept on kissing any part of her he could reach all along the way. As they reached, though, both of them got disappointed. It seemed that his mother had chosen today, of all damned days, to get his room cleaned.

Shivaay hit a pillar with his fist and tried not to scream in frustration. Annika grinned seeing his state, and trying to calm him down by massaging his broad shoulder over his shirt.

"It's okay, maybe it just isn't meant t-"

Before she could so much as complete the sentence, Shivaay had yanked her away to a secluded corridor in this massive mansion of theirs and pushed her against a wall. Making sure that no one was around, he picked her up and Annika instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Of course it's meant to be, Annika," He said in a hoarse voice, "Of course it is."

And that was all that was said in a long, long while.

It didn't take Shivaay long to open her top and throw it away somewhere. She wasn't wearing a bra and he could have screamed with happiness at the fact. He placed kisses and hickeys all over her body, while all Annika could do was clutch him closer by the hair and try not to moan as anyone could hear them This added to the thrill- the fact that they could be caught any moment, especially with the wedding preparations going on and the mansion swarming with people. But everything else was lost to these two as they kept on showering love upon each other. Soon, Shivaay's shirt too was discarded and Annika had access to his manly chest. She tried her best to kiss every inch of it given their current position. When she very evilly sucked and bit his nipples, Shivaay decided he had had enough. Somehow managing to open their remaining clothing, Shivaay entered her warm, tightness.

They both groaned at the contact, uncaring of who heard them.

Thrusting slow, Shivaay tried to keep on going for as long as possible. He had never bee so excited, so turned on before, and was throbbing inside of her waiting to get release. Annika, however, was growing impatient. She grinded against him, hips jerking aggressively, urging him to go faster and harder. He finally complied, and a few minutes later, they both came violently. Shivaay bit her shoulder, while Annika pressed her face against his hair, to keep from screaming out.

When they finally managed to catch their breaths and form coherent words, Shivaay pulled away to look at her face with a grin.

"We should do this more often," He told her, while running smooth circles on her back.

"Hmm," Annika only hummed, still descending from her high.

"Hmm?" Shivaay imitated her. "Seems like someone enjoyed it. You didn't even want to do this in the first place, calling me a cheapda and all!"

Annika blushed crimson, and hit his shoulder as he laughed.

"Because this is cheapda Shivaay! I didn't know you had such...such fantasies from back when I was your wedding planner!"

Shivaay placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

"You have no idea how many such fantasies I have, my darling wife. And trust me, I'll make you complete each and every one of them," he said huskily, making him earn another smack from her. Getting down from his embrace, Annika quickly dressed herself, while he did so too.

"Because of you, I had to remember those distressed days and that luchhi tuchhi Tia again." She said with a pout.

"But you remembered it in a good way, baby," He said while kissing her forehead. "You have no idea how happy I am, to relive those days where I couldn't get my hands on you in this manner."

Annika couldn't help but giggle at that. Ruffling his already messed up hair, she turned to leave.

"Now get out of the role-play mode and let me do some work- I really have to prepare for Om and Gauri's wedding, you know!"

The End