….My Brothers Are Everything To Me…
Chapter 23:
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Chapter 23:
Shivaay smirked at Annika superiorly despite how exhausted he was.
After driving to the home he had brought for Annika, Shivaay relaxed on the sofa while Annika went to kitchen to prepare dinner.
Shivaay knew if media or anyone found out about this, they will mistake this situation but Shivaay knew he’s not a cinema celebrity and he pitied them since he has lot of freedom than them.
Shivaay just wanted an escape from reality. Usually Shivaay is not the type to want an escape or running away kind of person but today it was different…
Om…..
His brother Om looked like one of his opponents who hated Shivaay.
It was tough to face that expression and Rudra too looked afraid of him.
Shivaay could bear and tolerate anything and any kind of situations but Shivaay could never handle the hatred or rejection from his brothers..
Shivaay would rather die than face that. Shivaay massaged his forehead.
Frankly, it was moment of weakness that he asked Anikka of all people to spend the night with.
Shivaay should have gone to a hotel but he just went to this home without thinking anything.
He looked around the room. This home is a lot better and safer than where Anikka lived previously.
Now that her brother stays in the hostel and comes once a month, she must be staying alone.
Just then he smelled something burning and looked to find her in a mess.
Despite everything happened Shivaay smiled a little looking at the mess she made in her Kitchen.
Annika bit her lip in frustration, she risked in making something else other than noodles since he is staying in her home. She wanted to cook something for him to eat .
It all got overcooked and burnt.
Shivaay moved towards the kitchen and started cooking all the while with a superior smirk,
“You don’t even know how to cook.”
“Well, do you know?”
“There is nothing Shivaay Singh Oberoi cannot do”
“Let us see.”
Annika watched him cook from a little afar. After finishing it in less than half an hour, he arranged the plates and invited her to eat. Annika ate looking surprised.
“Wow… This is really tasty. Your future wife is so lucky.”
“And your future husband is so unlucky.”
Always….
He always finds something to tease her about..
Annika glared at Shivaay while they both ate silently. After Saahil admitted in the new school, he rarely even comes and it becomes so lonely sometimes.
After that they washed up and Annika was so surprised that this devil could cook and even do dishes.
Annika finally went and changed into her night dress, moved towards him to offer the only bed in her house.
“I can sleep on the sofa Annika, you can take the bed”
“No… No… I can take the sofa, you should rest in bed.”
“No.. It’s fine, you take the bed.”
“No means no Mr. Shivaay. You’re a guest and you should take the bed”
With that Annika took extra blankets and made a bed beside the wall and quickly laid down.
Shivaay signed and laid down on the bed. His mind overwhelmed with different emotions and what all happened today. Yet he drifted off to sleep, feeling tired to bone.
~~~~~~~Thirteen year old Shivaay looked at his reflection, blood dripping from his forehead.
It didn’t pain him as much as Om’s words pained him..
It was horrible……
Shivaay never imagined words could hurt people like this. It was the sole reason he didn’t get involved with anyone other than his brothers and yet today….
His Om’s words hurt more than anything.
It hurt more than when his mother refused to look at him more than as a means to rule entire Oberoi family…
It hurt more than when he was alone on the playground in the school, everyone refused to pair with him…
It hurt more than when he was alone, watching his parents fighting with his grandparents over properties.
Shivaay grimaced, pulling a glass piece from his forehead.
Shivaay did understand that Om is going through a difficult stage. After Rathan died, Om has changed into a very different person, locked himself in room with guilt.
Shivaay do understand and cannot possibly imagine what Om must be going through with the guilt of being indirectly a reason for someone’s death. To top it all, Rathan’s mom who always doted on Om refused to see him and went abroad.
Om is being inconsolable and threw the juice glass at a random direction, but Shivaay just stood there in shock, not dodging, it hit right on his forehead.
The pain in his forehead didn’t really matter…
What hurt was Om’s words just before throwing the glass…
“I don’t want you Shivaay. Please don’t come near me again.”
Ahh…
Those words were like arrows to his heart.
It hurt…..
His brother’s words hurt…
Shivaay knew Om is just saying like this because he was feeling terrible and felt responsible for Rathan’s death.
Suddenly Shivaay felt a tug at his shirt, he looked down to see his baby brother, his lips trembling, looking at the cut on his forehead with wide terrified eyes.
Little Rudra made him kneel and with his small trembling hands, wiped the blood with a cotton and blew air on it.
Shivaay smiled when Rudra started muttering,
“Pain pain go away…
Don’t come near my Shivaay bhaiyaa…”
Rudra started crying silently, looking at his forehead.
Shivaay wiped those tears away,
“Don’t cry baby Ru… It doesn’t hurt at all so don’t cry, ok?”
“Why is O like this bhaiyaa?”
“It’s because he is experiencing something in this age he shouldn’t have. But that doesn’t mean we should give up on him. We will have to be always there for him, ok?”
“Ok..”
Rudra at the age of eight was so small that Shivaay lifted him to console him.
“Don’t worry Rudra.. Your hands has magic.. It doesn’t hurt at all.”
Rudra rested his head on Shivaay bhaiyaa’s shoulder and tightened his hold on Shivaay bhaiyaa.
He knew Shivaay bhaiyaa didn’t allow him in Om’s room because he didn’t want Rudra to get hurt too.
Shivaay smiled at the pouting Rudra and moved towards the kitchen to make them something but he should dress this wound first else his mother will fuss over him and will scold Om who already is not feeling well.~~~~~~~
Annika woke up quickly since she was not really sleeping peacefully so she woke up hearing whining and muffled sounds.
Annika got up to see him tossing around, sleeping restlessly.
Annika didn’t know what to do, so she just caressed his hair softly, trying to calm him down which always worked on Saahil.
Annika could see him slowly calming down, his frown lines disappearing.
Annika felt bad for thinking he is just a devil, he looked so restless and tired, even disturbed by what all happened today.
Just when Annika decided to go back to sleep, she was pulled in by his hand. Annika held her breath, looked at him to find he had grabbed her in his sleep.
Annika tried to move from his grip slowly so not to wake him up. But he refused to release her.
Annika gave up trying after a while and laid beside him.
He breathed near her ear and cheek, tickling her with his breath.
His stubble pierced her neck and she had never been this close in her life with anyone.
Her back pressed against his body….
Goosebumps rose on her skin, his grip on her awakening something deep inside her, making her blush.
What are you doing Annika…?
Her mind asked her about sleeping with a stranger. But he already had dark circles and he looked as if he needed rest and sleep. Not having a heart to wake him up, Annika sighed and closed her eyes but…….
What to do with the hand on her waist…?
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Dadi looked at Om doing something in his art book on the one side of room and Rudra doing something in his tablet on the other side of the hall.
Dadi always adored her grandsons since they are not like Shakti and Tej. They were always together and listened to her words, valued brothers over money.
But today is not like that, no one came to dining room for breakfast nor were any wisecracks from Rudra or Om’s irritation towards Ridra’s antics or Shivaay smiling at them.
Ever since Shivaay had gone yesterday night, home had been filled with awkwardness. Pinky fighting with everyone for making her son leave his home and Jhanvi trying to defend her sons.
It had been a mess…..
It had became evening and still no call or anything from Shivaay. Dadi looked worriedly at the brothers who are still not speaking with each other.
Rudra ignored Dadi’s worried looks and continued his game. Rudra had silently went to college and waited for Shivaay bhaiyaa’s return so he could yell at him and then hug him.
Om doesn’t know how much their words has an effect on Shivaay bhaiyaa. Om doesn’t know how Shivaay bhaiyaa looked before leaving.
It’s as if Om and Rudra hated bhaiyaa which is next to impossible. Rudra had to reassure his bhaiyaa how much they loved him and also yell at Om for being insensitive.
Rudra had been the one who looked after Shivaay bhaiyaa after Om went to rehabilitation for giving up on drugs. Om doesn’t know the vulnerable side of Shivaay bhaiyaa. Rudra had been the one to coax bhaiyaa from the walls he had built around his heart, after knowing Om’s usage of drugs.
It’s all a misunderstanding anyway…
Once Shivaay bhaiyaa comes home, everything will be fine.
Once he comes home….
That’s all Rudra wanted…..
Nothing mattered to Rudra if his brothers were not there for him.
Nothing was fun and everything seemed so tiring to the ever playful Rudra if his brothers are not here with him…..
Om sighed ignoring Rudra’s glares and Dadi’s concerned looks. Rudra had refused to speak with him since yesterday night.
Om felt guilty now while thinking with a calm mind. Yes, Shivaay did wrong but maybe Om should have held his scolding for today. Like Rudra said, Shivaay seemed so exhausted.
Om just wanted Shivaay to be home so they could speak clearly.
This is why Om hated this… Om hated arguing with Shivaay and Rudra.
This is so painful….
Even though the way they see the world and their ideals are different, Om loved Shivaay and Rudra more than anything in the whole world.
Shivaay and Rudra are the very reason Om is even living today. Without them Om is nothing….
As long as they are with him, Om can compromise anything.
Om just wanted Shivaay home…
Just then news related Shivaay has started telecasting and they all listened to it keenly.
“Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi has been the primary suspect in Gayathri murder case which is now just has been informed to us from the police station. Above all he has given alibi by proving he had spent the time with a girl in a locked room. Who is she..? Is she the fiancé of Mr. Oberoi..?”
“We had reached by Mr. Oberoi and he had agreed to attend the press conference”
Om and Rudra watched the live interview with dread, Shivaay bhaiyaa looks like hell yet he had the grace to speak elegantly.
Om watched Shivaay explaining things rationally and patiently that it was just a maid who was locked in the room because of the failure of lock system.
Om didn’t know why police had released this info now of all time. This is stupidity at it’s best to ruin Shivaay’s reputation.
Just like that, he explained and diverted the attention from the girl and lead the topic to the murder case.
Where did the media got the whereabouts of Shivaay and its even telecasted live. Om don’t know why this business channels never leave Shivaay alone.
Just when they were watching, Shivaay suddenly clutched his heart and Rudra could see his bhaiyaa’s face twisting into a grimace.
Om and Rudra got up from the sofa in fear and shock when all of a sudden Shivaay collapsed.
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(A/N: I am sorry readers I’ve been suffering from fever. Anyway, hope you all liking this fic so far. Baby Ru is so adorable, right..?
See you with next update..)