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A curious Shivaay was still debating with himself whether to continue or to not continue reading the scrapbook. Finally, being unable to sustain his curiosity any longer, he took the scrapbook and flipped to the next page. There were stickers of dumbels and a picture of a muscular guy. Below it, the scribble was

"He must be muscular and have 6 packs!"

Shivaay's jaw dropped causing his mouth to open in a perfect 'O' shape.

'This girl is impossible! Isse aadmi chahiye ki supermodel? [Does she wants a man or a supermodel?]', he thought to himself and flipped to the next page and yet again got shocked.

"He should have long neat hair"

'Fhat the wuck? Om ki tara? [Like Om?]', Shivaay imagined himself with long hair like Om. He then shrugged that thought off.

'What's wrong with this girl?? Long hair and all... she's impossible!', he thought out loud and then flipped to the next page angrily. A faint smile appeared on his face.

"He should have a finely trimmed beard and moustache"

'Now this is something anyone can do!'

Then he went on flipping, there were some qualities he had like; rich, caring, able to cook and swim; and some qualities were completely opposite to what he had like; friendly to everyone, calm, composed, and great tolerance level. Some of the qualities were childish that it made him chuckle. And some of it made him felt like smashing his brand new IPhone again. Then he went on flipping. He saw the picture of the Gazebo and the scribble below it.

"He should hug me here and if possible dance with me"

Shivaay was completely stunned. He was speechless. He reminisces their rain dance in front of the Gazebo. He remembered her scent that day. The strong urge he was feeling to be with her. Her breathlessness when he was close to her. The pain he felt when she was close to him. Her eyes that were staring sharp into his eyes. Everything happened that night was playing in flashback mood in his mind. He smiled and touched the picture of the Gazebo. All the anger he had before subsided and he was feeling on top of the world. He was grinning really hard with a blush.

Then he went on flipping. The following were moments she would like to have with her Mr.Perfect. He must flipped through them very boredly. And then, one particular picture caught his eye. He was staring at it disbelievingly. Yes! It's the picture of our very own SSO :).

'How did this happen??? I mean like when??? How come I didn't see her back then??? When was this??', these kind of questions were bombarding his mind.

'Khair, whenever it was taken, I am in her Mr.Perfect book!', he exclaimed. Then he thought,'why am I getting excited because of this? This has nothing to do with me! It's not like I want to be her Mr.Perfect'.

Shivaay shrugged off all the thoughts and feelings he had and sneaked into her room to place the scrapbook back underneath her pillow. He stealthily tip-toed towards the bed, bent down and carefully lifted her pillow, slowly inserted the scrapbook and got up feeling victorious. But, Anika in her sleep, placed her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. Shivaay placed his hands on the bed to prevent them from crashing into each other, still due to the force of the sudden pull, Shivaay was on top of Anika.

Anika opens her eyes slowly. Shivaay panicked if she would scream but to his surprise, she smiled and pulled him closer by his neck.

'Mr.Sadu Singh Oberoi! Even in my dreams you wouldn't smile is it? Haish! Meri tutti puthi 2rps kismat! ( a faint smile grew on Shivaay's face and Anika was awestruck to see it) aww! See how nice you look when you smile. Your lips, there just so pink and fluffy like cotton candy! I wanna bite them! ( Shivaay panicked a little) But I can't do it! (She made a sad face and Shivaay felt relieved to hear that) But hold on a second! This is my dream right? I can do anything I want right? So now! I'm going to taste your lips!', Anika said excitedly and pulled Shivaay closer. Their lips were just a few centimetres apart. Anika pulled him even stronger now. But, Shivaay placed his hands in between their lips making the kiss to not take place.

Anika then lets go of him and turns to the other side while keep on blabbering in her sleep. Shivaay on the other hand was still shocked yet relieved.

'Bachgayi!', he said to himself. And then he immediately stand up and looked at Anika who was sleeping in a foetus style very much innocently. He then pulled up the comforter which was at her waist level till her neck, tucked her in properly and also tucked the strands of hair which was on her face.

'Your first kiss and your first time will be with your Mr.Perfect only! I won't snatch it from you even accidentally', he thought to himself and walked off her room to settle down in his bed.

The night was still young but he had a long tiring day managing a drunk Anika, hence Shivaay dozes off as soon as he hit his bed.

The next morning, Anika woke up with a spliting headache. She could hardly lift her head up from the bed. She sat on the bed with both her hands on her head.

'Good morning!', she heard a familiar voice.

'Good morning', she replied dully.

'How are you feeling now?', Shivaay asked.

'Not good at all Shivaay Sir! I'm having a splitting headache and I don't remember anything. What happened?', she asked while looking at him with a very child-like innocent face.

'What happened? Like seriously she's asking me what happened? She should ask me what didn't happen! All the mess she created. All the chasing and hide-seek games and the throw-up and the kiss, okay, almost kiss. How??!! I mean like how can she calmly ask me about what happened?', he was lost in his thoughts when Anika called out to him.

'Nothing happened! You were just unconscious after drinking the lassi and you just got up', he lied.

'Seriously? But why do I have a feel like I did something huge and I can't remember it', she tries to think again.

'Are you saying that I'm lying to you?', he rebuked.

'I'm not saying that you're lying but it's just that...', before she could complete, he but in.

'Then, what else could you mean, huh? You are saying that I'm lying! As if I have got no other job right?', he started his rant.

'Offo! It's not like that! I'm already having a splitting headache and you're starting an argument early in the morning!', she exclaimed.

'I started an argument?', Shivaay retaliated.

'No! This old man over there started the argument. Namastey Uncle Ji! We're arguing now. You can go already. Your job here is done!', she commented very much sarcastically.

'Haha! Very funny! Mujhe koi shok nahi hai ko tumse subah jagda karo. [ I've no interest in starting an argument with you so early in the morning ]. I just came here to give you this medicines. You'll be needing them', he said.

Anika made a yucky disgusted face looking at the medicines.

'I'm not going to eat them!', she said and tried to run away. But Shivaay caught her and forcibly made her wat those medicines.

PRECAP: Anika recalls her drunken antics.

-To be continued-