Note: this 1/3 chapters today :)

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Oberoi Mansion...
Sitting face to her mirror, Annika, in a beautiful white saree with silver embroideries all along its borders, finishes preparing herself absent mindedly. As she passes her bangles on her wrists, her memories flow back to that day her life changed forever in the mandir Shivaay Singh Oberoi choose for prayer, a tender smile draws her lips recalling their meet, their fight, their confidence that they'll never meet again.
But then, she came here, that night itself, to this mansion which turned from her work then to her home now! Never in the most surrealist dreams of her life she has imagined what fate was reserving for her...

Like in a black and white movie, images of what happened then and how she met those who are now her family, the world now hers was at that moment a complete mystery... A terrific mystery portrayed in the tragedy by which function ended then... A tragedy which caused another one years later... Closer... Much more!
She's startled feeling suddenly arms surrounding her waist and the moment later she's pulled back only to be hugged by Shivaay who murmurs huskily in her ear :
- you're looking beautiful... As always!
Closing her eyes, she hugs his arms tightly letting his presence invade all her being feeling finally secured, cherished... Simply home!
- you're not yet forgiven, you know? But I've missed you so much that I'm not in mood to fight you tonight!
Her voice trails off feeling him turning her toward him. She lowers her gaze escaping his enquiring eyes, he cups her face in his palms making her look up to him, wiping discreetly her eyes' corners before hugging her again caressing her hair tenderly. She nestles herself against him for a moment... how could he do this? Just make everything better by his simple presence.

But soon, she feels his hands sliding to her back caressing suggestively their ways to her waist, his warm breath approaching her ear to her neck tickling her tender skin with his beard, the touch of his lips there makes her jump in place and she needs all her forces to push herself away from his playful mood and shameless ideas making flames dance is his eyes, he growls frustrated as she escapes him shyly...
- big time to get ready pati parmishwar , we'll be late!

With a last wink to him she turns walking out letting him stunned for a moment in place.

Note: without waiting next part is here already ^^