CHAPTER 13: HINDRANCE TO SLEEP

Changing backs won't help you sleep Shivaay. My inner voice reprimanded. True that. Today, I am feeling a lot more tired and I want to sleep. All the travelling has exhausted me severely.

I miss my pool, it was the most comforting place one could relax and thinking about it instantly made a smile hover on my lip. Well, I, Om and Rudra used to sit there and share all the secrets that we have been hiding from other creatures. We would share our problems and let the stress evaporate in the thin, peaceful air. God, I love my brothers so much. They are just like you know, a perfect combination. One is deep whilst the other is humorous. And someone, lucky could only have the greatest of the mixtures like I have.

Sometimes I feel, that I should not hide the secret of my past and open myself to them. But then again, I am scared. I don't want to lose them, or let them treat me as a guy who is desperate for sympathy. I don't want them to see such a horrendous phase of my life or hate someone who they already do except this time with more passion.

A knock made its way to my room. A ripped the blanket off my body and hovered over the door. "Would you like to eat anything Monseigneur ?" The waiter asked as I searched for an appropriate answer. "There is a buffet over there where you can dine, or I can bring the food up your room." He asked sincerely and I decided to go with the latter option.

Soon after I was eating in silence thou with hundred of thoughts going in my mind. My cell rang, and I noticed only to see it was an unknown number.

"Shivaay Singh Oberoi." I spoke.
"Hey Shivaay !" I suddenly made my mind run to the familiar voice.
"Sharvi." I greeted and heard her giggle.
"So, how are you ?" She asked. Me, I was eating dinner and was trying hard to let sleep knock my senses.
"Fine." I said, the most appropriate thing, I could think of.
A silence followed.
"Now you need to ask me too, if I am good or not ?" She chuckled and damn, her humour is good.
"Sarcasm is my second language." She said. "I guessed."
"So, you doing something productive ?" She spoke softly.
"If eating dinner counts, then probably." I shrugged.
She giggled. I am sure, her dimple would be quite prominent or would be glistening. Damn, Shivaay. Don't go there.

Well, I Shivaay Singh Oberoi, have a weird fetish over the girls who have a dimple. I don't know why. Its just I find them attractive, sincere and genuine. When I was small, like 10, I had a weird infatuation with the actress Deepika Padukone. And she had a dimple. So basically, it became one of the things I see in a girl and the girls I have dated before too. It just, that something attracts me about them.

"I wanted to ask if you are free tomorrow." She asked. "In France actually." I replied.
"Oh !" She sniggered. "Then, its okay. Buy something for me. I have a deep bond with the designer clothes there." She said. "Am here due to a business meeting." I said even thou I will be buying Rudra's favorite chocolate and some good painting equipments for Om, and something for Dadi. "Okay then. Also I have my birthday, the next week." She said. "Um, advance wishes from my side." I said awkwardly. What else I should have said ? "Thank you. I will be keeping a party and I well....can you come ?" She asked and I would be lying if I say I didn't sense hope in her voice.

"Sharvi, I have work and..." "Please." She cut in. "Its my birthday." She said and I shrugged. One hour, won't be too long, I guess. "Okay, well I take your silence as a yes. Thank you. Bye. Take care." She said and I smiled.

Cute.

Just like her. No, no don't even think about her. Its like you are giving an invitation card to trouble.

Well, then I let's do something productive. What can be more good than push ups ? Well, now my night will pass through this.

I grabbed a drink. I really want to sleep, it will surely help. I hope so. God, please don't let the nightmare come tonight. Sipping down the contents of the vodka, I shuffled in the bed. Great.

"I said Don't Knock !" I groaned. I shuffled my head in the pillow. Please, I want to sleep. I barely slept an hour. I grabbed another pillow, who was lying leisurely and stuffed it in my ear. The knocking won't stop.

Still sleepy, I forced my leg to walk and stood at the door. "Who is here at this ungodly hour ?" I asked opening the door, rubbing my eyes, still trying to let the sleep vanish through me. Believe me, it won't be long if I pass out with this agonising headache.

A silence followed. I looked over only to see Anika, standing there. Her mouth slightly parted and her eyes trailing down my chest. I have a habit of sleeping without a shirt. Whole day, being like statue manoeuvring everywhere in the three piece suit sucks. So I prefer, to sleep bare chested at night. Looks like I have forgotten to wear.

I glanced at Anika, who was still staring at my chest. Well, I can't do anything if I am hot. I have this effect on girls. Immediately a smirk found its refugee in my face. She looked at me, realising she is almost drooling. A blush crept on her face as she looked elsewhere. "See something you like ?" I asked which did intensify her blush.

I grabbed my shirt and quickly did the buttons. "Well, what was so urgent that who woke me up at 6 ?" I said angrily, reminded of the harsh little devil inside her that made a hindrance to my sleep. Looks like, she have some serious explaining to do !

Heya cuties ! Merry Xmas. Jesus said to make someone happy if you can. Don't forget to do the good deed. I will be obliged. Turn the star orange. Dedicated to thedreamsoul for being an awesome friend and excelling in our friendship.