ishqbaaz ff is this love (Part 3)

hey, guys i’m here again with the next part, hope you guys enjoy it, it’s knda boring & crap in this part, still hope you enjoy

Flashback

Om pov

Anika was walking like a lifeless body on the road & was inches apart from her death when a speeding car was about to hit her if it was not for me to be present there & pull her away from her death, she was still in trance & my jerk had somehow made her snap out of it, she looked me with those hazel orbs which were always filled with life, which were always so expressive were blank totally blank & tears were continuously flowing out of her eyes, she looked at me & sobbed hard saying she hadn’t done something om, why they didn’t trust her, why they never believed her,

she sobbed & sobbed in my arms yelling she loved shivaye, she can accept if he didn’t loved her back but can’t he even show a little trust on her after all she had done, I didn’t know what to do, so I stood still consoling her as much as I can then suddenly she stood up still & wiped her tears, she looked at me & said thanks om, thanks a lot, you are one of best friend one can ask for & sorry for ruining your shirt, you should go back to OM now or your brother will get another chance to blame me. I looked at her astonished what is this girl, one moment she was crying like the world is going to end & next moment she is asking me to go, still caring for my brother who is the reason of all this, I looked her in eyes & said I left OM Anika, now it’s just us I’m tagging along with you wherever you go.

Anika : om, you can’t leave OM, it’s not safe for you out here, you can get seriously hurt, om don’t risk yourself for me, pls go back to your family pls om

Om : no I’ve decided Anika & I’m not going back, I’ll go with you, plss take me with you, don’t you consider me as your friend if you do then you won’t stop me from coming with you

Anika : fine, but don’t complain when you have to share your apartment

Om : done

She halted a cab & told it to go to a address on the opposite side of the city, when I tried to ask her she said she will explain everything when we reach there, the whole journey was silent & I was scared for her. We reached the place & I followed her to a apartment, in one of the best & richest society in Mumbai. she opened the apartment & asked me to seat, she will come back in a minute, I wanted to ask her many questions but looking at her state I kept silent & sat on the sofa & started looking around the apartment, it was a big apartment with a large hall & I guess 3 or 4 rooms with a kitchen, the interior design of the house was done very beautifully it gives positive vibes & calm & peaceful feeling, in the hall was a big sofa set, a led , a beautiful glass table & the room was decorated with many paintings & decorative species, the designs were simple yet elegant, after sometime Anika came out of a room wearing a white sleeveless frock with her hair open , looking beautiful but her red puffy eyes described her condition very well.

Om : hey, you ok anika

Anika : yeah, I’m fine thanks for asking btw

Om : anika, mind if I ask whose apartment is this ??

Anika : my dad’s

Om : but

Anika : I know what you want to ask om, but I’ll tell everything to you latter not now, will you like to cook something with me

Om : yeah sure

Me & anika , made some Indian time consuming recipies that day, to divert our mind & after cooking we enjoyed our silent lunch, after lunch Anika told me she is going out for some time, as she need some alone time & asked me to make myself at home & I can choose any room I want in the apartment I like , she will tell me everything after coming back, I nodded at her & she went away, I was alone at the apartment confused about everything & angry, my own brothers didn’t give me a chance to explain, till now I was worried for anika so I didn’t realize my own agony, my heart which was screaming betrayal & my mind confused about this house & now anika’s dad. In my inner turmoil , I didn’t realized when I have broke the glass in my hand, I was shaken out of my daze by a hand holding my hand, I looked towards my hand to see a hand examining my wound & when I looked at the owner of that hand I was shocked to the core.

I looked at her & shouted youuuuu…. What are you doing here ?? leave my hand

Ishana glared om hard & replied still holding his hand shouldn’t I be the one asking you , what are you doing in my house ??

Om : but anika

Ishana : Ani , where is she??? what happened ?? is she ok ??

Om : I don’t know , she said she is going for a walk

Ishana : ok, just let me treat your wound first then we will talk she didn’t wait for me to say something & went to fetch a first aid box & slowly – slowly removed the glass piece that pierced my skin , then slowly applied medicine & bandage to my wounds

Om : zakham bhi khud deti ho aur mahram bhi khud hi lgati ho ( you’ve given the wound & now you’re treating it also )

Ishana : kis zakham ki baat kr rhe hai aap abhi ?? ( about which wound you are talking)

Om : bholi mat bano bella nhi mala nhi ishana, kyu kr rhi ho aisa tum, pehle dost bnti ho aur fir dhoka deti ho, ho kn tum , aur ab Anika k sath kya kr rhi ho ???

Ishana : dhoka nhi diya om humne, sirf sach chupaya hai btw I’m Ishana

Om : kya sach chupaya ki tum ek con girl ho, mujh se dosti sirf mere paiso k liye kiya right, tumhe mein nhi mere paise chahiye the , right because mein oberoi hu isliye mere peeche thin a tum

Ishana : yeah, tum oberoi the isliye mein tumhare sath thi, but tumhare paiso k liye nhi, because mujhe tumhari jaan bachani thi, mujhe tumhari family ki info chahiye thi, agar tumhari dost na hoti toh kuch nhi btate tum muje ya batate om ??

Om : meri jaan, family ki info ab yeh knsi nayi kahani hai tumhari

Ishana : kahani, nhi sach hai om , I’m undercover agent Ishana Rana, aur humein kuch deeno pehle hi info mili thi ki oberoi family ki jaan khatre mein hai someone is trying to kill the whole oberoi clan, so humein duty mili to save you & find out why they are behind your family

Om : yeh baat tum humein bhi toh bta skte the na

Ishana : your dad, threw us out said we were making stories & all, we don’t trust police officer crap

om : you’re speaking truth ?

ishana : see my id card now believe me…….

Om : yeah ok, sorry for shouting just its not my day today

Ishana : it’s ok, I’m ur friend wasn’t acting all the time, can understand so what happened ?? you know you can share with me, i won’t tell it to anyone promise

om : you know, you’re crazy right ??

ishana : meanie, if you want to share then say or go to hell, i’ll ask my Ani when she comes back

om : relax miss cop, i will tell you

Om pov

Anika was walking like a lifeless body on the road & was inches apart from her death when a speeding car was about to hit her if it was not for me to be present there & pull her away from her death, she was still in trance & my jerk had somehow made her snap out of it, she looked me with those hazel orbs which were always filled with life, which were always so expressive were blank totally blank & tears were continuously flowing out of her eyes, she looked at me & sobbed hard saying she hadn’t done something om, why they didn’t trust her, why they never believed her, she sobbed & sobbed in my arms yelling she loved shivaye, she can accept if he didn’t loved her back but can’t he even show a little trust on her after all she had done, I didn’t know what to do, so I stood still consoling her as much as I can then suddenly she stood up still & wiped her tears, she looked at me & said thanks om, thanks a lot, you are one of best friend one can ask for & sorry for ruining your shirt, you should go back to OM now or your brother will get another chance to
blame me. I looked at her astonished what is this girl, one moment she was crying like the world is going to end & next moment she is asking me to go, still caring for my brother who is the reason of all this, I looked her in eyes & said I left OM Anika, now it’s just us I’m tagging along with you wherever you go.

Anika : om, you can’t leave OM, it’s not safe for you out here, you can get seriously hurt, om don’t risk yourself for me, pls go back to your family pls om

Om : no I’ve decided Anika & I’m not going back, I’ll go with you, plss take me with you, don’t you consider me as your friend if you do then you won’t stop me from coming with you

Anika : fine, but don’t complain when you have to share your apartment

Om : done

She halted a cab & told it to go to a address on the opposite side of the city, when I tried to ask her she said she will explain everything when we reach there, the whole journey was silent & I was scared for her. We reached the place & I followed her to a apartment, in one of the best & richest society in Mumbai. she opened the apartment & asked me to seat, she will come back in a minute, I wanted to ask her many questions but looking at her state I kept silent & sat on the sofa & started looking around the apartment,

it was a big apartment with a large hall & I guess 3 or 4 rooms with a kitchen, the interior design of the house was done very beautifully it gives positive vibes & calm & peaceful feeling, in the hall was a big sofa set, a led , a beautiful glass table & the room was decorated with many paintings & decorative species, the designs were simple yet elegant, after sometime
Anika came out of a room wearing a white sleeveless frock with her hair open , looking beautiful but her red puffy eyes described her condition very well.

Om : hey, you ok anika

Anika : yeah, I’m fine thanks for asking btw

Om : anika, mind if I ask whose apartment is this ??

Anika : my dad’s

Om : but

Anika : I know what you want to ask om, but I’ll tell everything to you latter not now, will you like to cook something with me

Om : yeah sure

Me & anika , made some Indian time consuming recipies that day, to divert our mind & after cooking we enjoyed our silent lunch, after lunch Anika told me she is going out for some time, as she need some alone time & asked me to make myself at home & I can choose any room I want in the apartment I like , she will tell me everything after coming back, I nodded at her & she went away, I was alone at the apartment confused about everything & angry, my own brothers didn’t give me a chance to explain, till now I was worried for anika so I didn’t realize my own agony, my heart which was screaming betrayal & my mind confused about this house & now anika’s dad. In my inner turmoil , I didn’t realized when I have broke the glass in my hand, I was shaken out of my daze by a hand holding my hand, I looked towards my hand to see a hand examining my wound & when I looked at the owner of that hand I was shocked to the core.

I looked at her & shouted youuuuu…. What are you doing here ?? leave my hand

Ishana glared om hard & replied still holding his hand shouldn’t I be the one asking you , what are you doing in my house ??

Om : but anika

Ishana : Ani , where is she??? what happened ?? is she ok ??

Om : I don’t know , she said she is going for a walk

Ishana : ok, just let me treat your wound first then we will talk she didn’t wait for me to say something & went to fetch a first aid box & slowly – slowly removed the glass piece that pierced my skin , then slowly applied medicine & bandage to my wounds

Om : zakham bhi khud deti ho aur mahram bhi khud hi lgati ho ( you’ve given the wound & now you’re treating it also )

Ishana : kis zakham ki baat kr rhe hai aap abhi ?? ( about which wound you are talking)

Om : bholi mat bano bella nhi mala nhi ishana, kyu kr rhi ho aisa tum, pehle dost bnti ho aur fir dhoka deti ho, ho kn tum , aur ab Anika k sath kya kr rhi ho ???

Ishana : dhoka nhi diya om humne, sirf sach chupaya hai btw I’m Ishana

Om : kya sach chupaya ki tum ek con girl ho, mujh se dosti sirf mere paiso k liye kiya right, tumhe mein nhi mere paise chahiye the , right because mein oberoi hu isliye mere peeche thin a tum

Ishana : yeah, tum oberoi the isliye mein tumhare sath thi, but tumhare paiso k liye nhi, because mujhe tumhari jaan bachani thi, mujhe tumhari family ki info chahiye thi, agar tumhari dost na hoti toh kuch nhi btate tum muje ya batate om ??

Om : meri jaan, family ki info ab yeh knsi nayi kahani hai tumhari

Ishana : kahani, nhi sach hai om , I’m undercover agent Ishana Rana, aur humein kuch deeno pehle hi info mili thi ki oberoi family ki jaan khatre mein hai someone is trying to kill the whole oberoi clan, so humein duty mili to save you & find out why they are behind your family

Om : yeh baat tum humein bhi toh bta skte the na

Ishana : your dad, threw us out said we were making stories & all, we don’t trust police officer crap

om : you’re speaking truth ?

ishana : see my id card now believe me…….

Om : yeah ok, sorry for shouting just its not my day today

Ishana : it’s ok, I’m ur friend wasn’t acting all the time, can understand so what happened ??