Day 10, May 10

Third Person's POV

It was a peaceful morning. 

Siddharth was lying straight on the bed and Ama had her hands wrapped around his neck and legs around his stomach. In return, he had his hand around her petite frame. Half of Ama's body was on Sid and he certainly didn't have any problem. Both of them were happy, atleast in sleep.

But happy moments doesn't lasts long. 

Rishabh Raichand had a hectic night. He had 2 surgeries lined up after a important meeting. When he reached the hotel, he got to know that Ama and Sid had got in together. He thought that both of them had patch up and decided to ruin their sleep. 

"Get me a bucket full of ice!" He ordered curtly to the hotel service before going to shower and changing into something comfortable. When he came back wearing his sweats below the sweatshirt.

After skillfully getting the extra card of the room from receptionist, he picked up the small bucket full of ice and tip toed inside. He saw both of them cuddling and sleeping like a couple madly in love and the evil side of him couldn't bear the sight. 

He neared them and dumped the whole bucket on them. 

Ama woke up with a jerk, the pain in her head increasing due to her sudden act. She pushed out the cube of ice which was inside her mouth. Sid felt like a hail storm just ran above his head, when he woke up. 

"YOU DONKEY" Both of them shouted together. 

"Arghhhh, I don't know why aunty, uncle are still keeping you with them. They should have sent you to the jungle, you stupid stinky pig." Ama shouted, throwing the ice cubes down so that they don't wet the bed. 

"I just showered." He said offended that she called him stinky. 

"Arghhh... You were right. Mom, Dad must have picked me up form the dustbin because after you their soul might be full of regret." Sid hissed running his hands sidewise in his face, wiping the water. 

"Arghh... My head!" Ama whinned, ducking her head down. 

"Security! Get this pony out. NOW!" He shouted to the door but they were locked and sound proofed. 

Rishabh laughed more at his misery. 

"I got both of you back. She looked she could kill you anytime, when I saved you. Thank me, okay?" He said haughtily. 

This time Ama snapped out of her daze. She looked at Sid beside her. Both the brothers shared a look and Rishabh got to know the misery he just did. 

"Now, out!" Ama said calmly. 

Both of them did as told because they knew an angry Amaira is hard to deal. Ama sighed and went to the bathroom. She knows she can't talk when her anger is at the top. 

*

"Who told you to do that shit, whatever you did?" Sid asked irritated as he paced in his brother's room. 

"It was not my idea. Piya told me to do it!" He said.

"I don't know why I think that you're lying." Sid narrowed his eyes at his brother, who gulped at the sight. 

Both of them are scary for others but for them, the other one is enough. 

"What!? I thought you guys are done with your fight." He let out his explanation. 

"And you 'thought' that on your own?" Sid asked him, quoting the needed word. 

Rishabh pouted in response. 

They behave little too childishly when it comes to family. 

"What now?" Sid asked sighing, sitting on the bed. 

"Why are you asking me? I don't even know why you are fighting." His brother said in response making his guilt deeper. 

She doesn't deserve him. But what can he do, when he's addicted to her. 

"I fucked up!" He whispered. 

"That you always do! Tell me something new." Rishabh said munching the chicken wings, he just ordered. 

Sid gave him a dead planned look. 

*

Ama was already ready. She had showered and went back to her room. In her room, she had packed the few pieces of clothes, she had brought with her. 

She had changed into a navy blue square printed dress. Although she didn't had any mood to comb her hair and put them into a good hairstyle, she didn't wanted to look like a homeless beggar in the airport. 

After putting a chain she got from a local shop from Canada, from her last visit, she called her father. 

No matter how much of a businesswoman she is, just like us, whenever she got any problem, her dad will be the first one to come forward, following by her mom and the whole Raichand family. For them she's a princess. A princess whom they first saw in a hospital room, making sounds to herself. 

"Hello? This is Aadya Khatri, from Sharma Industries. How may I help you?" The soft voice of the receptionist rang in her ears. 

"Hi! This is Amaira Sharma. May I talk to da- Arvind Sharma, please?" She said sounding not rude. She didn't wanted to scare her because she seemed new. The last receptionist's surname was some burrito, Ama thought snickering.  

"Uh.. I will transfer it to his assistant. He can give it to Sir." She said and the computer voice started when she got a positive response. 

"Amaira, how are you?" She shrilled hearing a over excited voice. 

She chuckled at the 35 year old man's over excitedness. 

"I am good Piyush. How are you? Are you alright, because your son must be bringing a tornado everyday?" Ama said as she remembered the tiny tornado.

He let out a laugh.

"Yeah he is! But you called to talk to Mr. Sharma, right? I will give it to him. Wait!" He said.

Ama nodded not knowing that the other person can't see him.

There was some shuffle and she heard Piyush saying about her to her father. In the next few seconds, their was a panting Arvind Sharma on the phone.

"Calm down Dad." Ama warned. 

No matter how much she loves her boyfriend. No matter how much she loves her mother, her love for her father is different from all. Every daughter has a special relationship with their fathers, and so does Ama. 

"Are you okay?" He asked after gulping down a glass of water. 

"Yeah dad. I just wanted to ask whether our jet is available or not." She mumbled. 

"But you went with Rishi nah? And Sid too has gone there I guess. Are you alright bacha?" He frowned thinking how both the friends fight every time. 

"Yeah dad. It's just both of them are gonna stay for long and I need to be there. Remember it's Pooja di's date?" She said lying skillfully. 

"Okay! I'll tell Piyush to get the jet arranged and then I'll send you the details. Okay?" He said. 

Ama nodded. 

"I can't see you bacha." He chuckled knowing very well she must have done that. 

"Okay. Bye dadda. Love you." Ama sighed delightfully. 

"Bye bacha. Love you too." He hanged up saying. 

How does it feels when you are in a dark room and get a glimpse of sunlight? 

How does it feels when you are sad and someone very loved to you make you happy unknowingly? 

Ama is feeling the same right now. She was smiling to herself. Her father made her forget all her sadness and she can't be more happy for that. 

Being the only child of the whole Industries, and a girl, made many questions rise from the society. But her father made them fall back even before it could reach his little girl. She was a perfect example of dadda's girl. She too used to run to him if her mother scolded, like us. She  too wanted to marry him. She too somewhere felt jealous when he would kiss her mom. She too used to interrupt their make out sessions. She too used to cling to him whenever he said that he will leave for a business purpose. In all, she was no different than us. And this habit of her doesn't even changes now. She's still her daddy's little girl. 

However when her heart swelled happily thinking about the moments she spent with her father, he, on the other hand was burning. Out of possessiveness. And fear. 

He doesn't want his girlfriend to go back to avoiding him now. He's tired. He know his mistake and he's ready to apologize. But she is going. 

He got to know from his sister. Piya had called him to get her some gift. Sounds childish but she did. Every member of their family is different with their family and different in front of the whole world. 

She accidentally spilled the news and Sid is all tensed. He can't understand what can he do to get her back. 

"That's it. Enough of me being sweet. She won't understand like this." He murmured to himself, before taking long strides towards the exit, opening the door, slamming it close and rushing to her room. 

*

Ama was in her bathroom, picking up the clothes from laundry when she heard loud bangs. She frowned but nontheless opened the door. However the moment she opened the door, her upper arms came in contact with a hard grip and she was pushed back until her knees hit the bed and she fell on it. 

She was about to complain about this manhandling when her words dried down as soon as she saw the brewing desires in his eyes. 

This is definitely going to be a long day.

To be continued...

I am a bitch. I know that. I thought to complete this one day in one chapter but changed my mind right now for two reasons. 

1| The word limit

2| Myra's anger.

She will kill me if I take another moment to update. According to her the story is going interesting as it continues. Is it true?? 

But I can't really imagine my life without some people and Myra is one of them. Love you babe. 

But in these days, I got Anjali too. And much to my dismay, both of my besties are vegetarians. Like her I can't stay without chicken and there they don't even eat it. But what to do. I love them. 

Next is, HAPPY HOLI GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSS. 

I am fully covered in colors. Even after scrubbing my body for 1 hour the pakka colors didn't go. 

Just suggest me a good lawyer because I am filing for a divorce. I am 101% sure my boyfriend did it, along with his brother. 

Anyways that's it for my banters. 

The next update might be early. 

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Love,
Niya Sharma