Unrecognising You ~

"At that time, I was extremely sensitive. Particularly at that moment because that was a scene I really wanted to do well. As a young actor, all I wanted was perfection at whatever I do. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that. It was your love for me, with no intentions of disturbing. Still I—-uhm! Despite the fact that it has been a long time, I want to say my since apology to you. Please forgive me and come back to me now"

"I dearly hope this would reach to her. Thank you so much, Mister Shivaay. It was a great interview with you"

Rudra sighed at his laptop screen once the interview clip has ended. "Di, he's sincerely sorry. Why don't you just forgive him ?"

He nudged his elder sister's arm who was busy with paper and pen. "Di, I'm talking with you. It's not like you started disliking him after that day he left you in shock. Go and meet him. I'm sure he will hug you"

Rudra's grin on the face dropped when Annika sat focused on the papers. "You're not going to meet him ?"

"No"

"Di, can you please stop giving me answers in one word ?"

"What did you asked me ? You're not going to meet him ? Right ?" Rudra nodded and she continued, "Whether I tell you that I'm not meeting him or a single no, it holds the meaning. You needed an answer and I gave you one. Regardless of one word or five words"

Rudra pulled his hair and stood up from the chair. "Are you sure that you're not going to meet him ?"

"Yes"

"He will leave the country after his last project. Now, are you sure ?"

"Yes"

"You don't love me. Don't you, di ?"

"No. I love you" Rudra sighed at her. At least she cared to use more than one word to confess her love for him. He wounded his arms around her from behind and kissed on her cheek.

"Good night. My stubborn queen!" He again kissed on her cheek and sprinted towards his bedroom. Once he went inside the room, Annika took out her phone.

She searched through the YouTube and found his recent interview uploaded by the respective channel. Part of it is a pain, yet she can understand his words. Though her conscience convinced, her mind restrained her.

Annika Mehta is a very private person. She loves writing, reading and watching web-series where he stood as the sole reason. She felt a certain liking on him which made her do all the typical jobs as a fangirl. She'd stalked his fan-pages since that man has a social media distance. She'd googled about him. She'd kept her Pinterest filled with his photoshoot pictures. It was him who stirred a madness in her sanity.

It was the day, she went to a vacation with her family to Canada. And, there she saw him. Her favourite actor, her crush, Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Since the crew members were clearing the crowds, she decided to just click a picture of him. Alone.

Isn't life is full of surprises ?

She turned off her phone and rubbed the palms over her face. "I still can't believe that he actually shouted on me ? How—-whatever! I don't want to think about that and him. I should better focus on my work! Forget it"

She pushed away her phone and it started ringing. She cleared her throat and attended the call, "Hello, Mister Kureshi"

"Hello there. Annika Mehta. So, hold yourself together because I'm going to give you a surprise"

"What is it ?"

"Annika, you're one of the most versatile scenarist I've ever came across. Your writing has always grabbed a great number of audience in television. Now, finally, you my child is going to get what you actually deserve. Your first web series script has finally reached the best place."

"Thank you, Sir, and I'm truly very delighted. Who's the actor, by the way ?"

"Well, I just got to know from John. It's our heart-throb of the industry, Shivaay Singh Oberoi"

"Don't take pictures!"

Annika's body shook for a moment. His shout still resonates into her ears."Sir, I'm sorry to say this. But, I don't want to work with him. Please don't ask me anything further. I can't do this. I'm sorry, Sir"

~

"Sir, but the writer is not willing to work with you. That's the thing" Shivaay's manager, Vinay told him worriedly.

"I want to meet the writer, Vinay. This is an amazing script and it's simply not settling with me to let it go. Make sure I get to meet her today. You got it ?"

"Ye..yes Sir" Shivaay walked away.

"Oh god! Why Sir is so adamant about taking up this ? There's a lot of scripts lying in front of him. Vain, just vain writers! I'm sure there must be something riveting in the script though. Now, I need to get her contact. John ? Yes, him!" Vinay immediately called John.

"Di, this is called destiny! You're definitely agreeing to this!" Annika stood silently, making a cup of coffee for her over-excited little brother.

"Di, he's not asking for a meet to apologise with you. It's regarding the script. Di, look at me" Rudra pushed away the cup and held her shoulders, making her face him, "It's your dream project. And, you know that he would excel the role. Say yes for it, di!"

Annika blinked, unconvinced. "Di, this is anyways his last project—-" She cut in, "It's good that he's quitting and leaving India. I won't be facing him anywhere around after that"

"Di, that's very rude" She turned away from Rudra.

"Di, please... He won't even recognise. Neither he'd saw your face nor he know anything about you. Additionally, it's been five years! You hear me ? Five years! He could barely remember the girl who happens to be you. For my sake, meet him"

Annika sighed and passed him the cup of coffee. "Okay Rudy. I'm leaving to meet him. But...this project isn't going to happen! Take care" Rudra smiled seeing her leaving.

"This project will surely happen, didi. His last project is surely going to be your script. I hope he would recognise her. God, please him"

~

"Annika Mehta. I'd—-" The security cut in, "Ma'am, you can go inside. Vinay Sir will attend you"

Annika bluntly nodded to the security and walked inside Oberoi Mansion. Surely, the Mansion was huge and beautiful for her to stare some seconds.

"Annika Mehta ?" She nodded.

"I'm Vinay. Shivaay Sir's manager. He really wants to meet you, and thank you for agreeing. Please follow me" Annika nodded with a brief smile and followed his trail.

"Please wait inside, Ma'am. Shivaay Sir is right on his way" Annika walked inside the room and she could figure out from the formal structures and arrangements that it's his office.

Her heart refused to beat when she heard footsteps behind her. She tightly closed her eyes and stood like a rock.

"Miss, Annika Mehta"

She opened her eyes and exhaled. Then, she slowly turned around. That beautiful aura that radiates from him to create his finest form. That's him.

"Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Nice to meet you" he greeted and extended his hand towards her. She slowly joined hand with him. What she felt was something a state of soul that carries through the fantasy, cliché, beautiful, unexpected love.

He smiled and shook their hands. From the genuine smile on his lips, she know that he don't recognise her. He don't.

To be continued ~

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Gratitude, Love Comrade