•Rang Lageya Ishq da•
"AHHHH!"
The family rushed to the hall, alarmed by Shivaay Singh Oberoi's thunderous roar, their hearts racing with anticipation.
Fearing the worst, they prepared for battle, ready to defend their loved ones against any potential threat. Annika grasped a belan, her eyes flashing with determination, ready to defend her husband.
Gauri wielded a fry pan, its metal gleaming in the light. Omkara and Rudra seized a hockey stick and cricket bat, their athletic builds tensed for action. ACP Bhavya the younger DIL of Oberoi's drew her gun, her expression stern and professional, determine to save her bade bhaiya.
But upon entering the hall, they froze, then burst into laughter at the absurdity before them. The fearsome Shivaay Singh Oberoi, the Great Wall, cowered before a tiny puppy, its innocent eyes and wagging tail disarming the Oberoi family's defenses.
Shivaay's scared expression only added to the comical scene, his usual confidence shattered by the tiny ball of fluff. The puppy yapped and scampered around Shivaay's feet, sending him stumbling backward in mock terror.
"Haan, bade bhaiya, kaun hai yeh dangerous attacker?" Bhavya teased, chuckling at Shivaay's expense. Shivaay's face turned beet red as he shot back, "Shut up, Bhavya! This little monster scared me." Annika smiled, belan still in hand, her eyes shining with amusement. "Aww, Shivaay, you're so brave," she cooed. Omkara and Rudra guffawed, dropping their makeshift weapons as they doubled over in laughter. Gauri grinned, fry pan at her side, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Mujhe nhi pta tha Shivaay Singh Oberoi, Darpok Singh Oberoi bhi hai!" Annika teased him while he still tried to protect himself from that little dangerous thing.
"Shut up Annika I'm not scared of this puppy it just that i have allergy!" Shivaay protested trying to save his
"Allergy woh bhi ek kutte se?" Annika asked being amused listening to her husband's statement.
"Bhabhi, shivaay Sahi keh rha hai! He's allegeric but not from the dog but dog's fur." Om said and Annika nodded.
"Aap kehte ho toh maan late hai bade bhaiya." RiVya said together and the whole Oberoi mansion was filled with laughter.
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Shivaay's eyes remained fixed on the laptop screen, his mind engrossed in the Kalyani Mills mystery. Suddenly, gentle fingers touched his temples, and he felt a surge of relaxation. Annika's soothing touch melted the tension in his shoulders.
Without a word, Annika began massaging his head, her fingers expertly kneading the knots. Shivaay's eyelids drooped, his breath slowing as her touch eased his headache.
As her fingers danced across his scalp, Shivaay's thoughts drifted to the sabotage threat. But Annika's presence anchored him, calming his racing mind.
"Annika?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Shh, just relax," she whispered back, her breath tickling his ear.
Shivaay's eyes closed, surrendering to her gentle ministrations. Her touch was a balm to his frazzled nerves.
As Annika continued the massage, Shivaay's laptop slid aside, forgotten. His hands wrapped around her wrists, holding her close.
"I love you Annika," he whispered, his eyes still closed.
Annika's smile was a gentle one.
Their moment of tranquility wrapped around them like a warm blanket, shielding them from the chaos outside.
Annika's fingers continued their gentle dance on Shivaay's scalp, easing the tension. His eyes remained closed, his breathing slow and relaxed.
As she massaged, Annika's thoughts drifted to their life together. The laughter, the tears, the moments of passion and quiet intimacy. She cherished every second with Shivaay.
Shivaay's hands slid up her arms, wrapping around her waist. He pulled her closer, his face nuzzling her neck.
"Annika?" he whispered, his voice husky.
"Hmm?" she replied, her voice barely audible.
"Thank you for being my calm in every storm," Shivaay said, his words sending shivers down her spine.
Annika's heart swelled. "Always, billu ji."
Annika chuckled and Shivaay frowned at the word billu ji. Shivaay pulled her dupatta and she gasped.
Shivaay's lips brushed against her neck, sending sparks through her body. Annika's massage slowed, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, the world outside fading away.
•••••••••
"bade bhaiya kitne pyare hai naa", gauri said as she entered inside her room with her husband omkara.
"Aur main?" Om asked trying to tease gauri.
Gauri smiled mischievously. "Aap bhi pyaare hai pr bade bhaiya se zyada nhi. Dekha nhi woh Bhaujayi se Kitna pyaar karte hai koi mauka nhi chhaudte apne pyaar ka izhaar karne ke liye aur ek Aap hai itne unromantic."
Gauri bit her inner cheek trying suppress her laugh.
"Accha ji toh mein unromantic hun?" He pulled her closer and gently rubbed her lips slowly sending shivers down her spine.
"JI Aap unromantic chiraute!" She said smiling.
"Abhi batata hun mein Kitna pyaar karta hun tumse." He pulled her and
Their lips met in a tender, sweet fusion, filled with love and passion. Omkara's warm breath caressed Gauri's skin as he gently tilted her head, deepening the kiss.
Gauri's eyelids fluttered closed, her lashes brushing against her cheeks, as she surrendered to the gentle pressure of Omkara's lips. His tongue traced the outline of her mouth, sending shivers down her spine.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the soft, sensual dance of their lips. Time stood still as they savored the moment, lost in each other's embrace.
Omkara's hands cradled Gauri's face, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on her cheeks. Gauri's arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
Their kiss was a symphony of love, a harmonious blend of passion and tenderness. It spoke volumes of their connection, their hearts beating as one.
Gauri's hand slowly made it's way to his hair and opened them free. "Mera jatadhari!" She said breaking the kiss and breathing heavely.
"Gauri ke bina Omkara nhi!" He whispered in her ear and she smiled shyly. "Aur Omkara ji ke bina Gauri nhi!" She completed.
"And that's makes us RiKara." They smiled and she kissed her forehead.
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