His eyes followed through the highly decorated ceiling, the garlands of flowers hanging from up to down along with those tiny mirrors thread down. The red theme matching the occasion and in the middle stayed the holy area with a high level of square where he saw the dry firewood. His house was nothing less than a function hall right now.

With his eyebrows creased he watched every worker doing their job with a dull expression, where they bring forced? Or was it Annika who was being missed by them? Scratching his forehead, he focused his attention on his mother.

She was the one who brought him where re was standing right now. The women he always wanted to make happy, she had given her so much just for him, stayed awake when he would continue crying at those nights when he was sick at an early age, whenever he needed something it was already kept in front of his eyes, just that he wouldn't feel that he was left out from something.

Her mother's livelyness brought along so much of happiness and joy onto his face, her constant bugging into his life was what he always looked forward at the end of his day. How was he going to make her unhappy when all of the life she devoted herself into making his life comfortable? How was he going to stress her out? Sighing, his feet turned around to leave the hallway.

Minutes later, he found himself being dragged into the dressing room by her mother who was adamant on making him ready. "Mom there's so much time for the wedding, why do you want me to get ready do soon?"

"Aren't you desperate to get married to Tia?" He opened his mouth to revert back but decided to be silent, he wanted nothing to go wrong by just a mere sentence he would vent out.

"I..am..just, nevermind" pinky frowned at his son, he seemed nervous to her but a part of her knew that something really was odd.

"I don't wanna hear your ifs and buts, get ready fast" he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, what was the need to rush? Grabbing the white sherwani from the hanger, he fisted them into his palms and made his way into washroom.

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Annika stared at the wall behind her television, the remote thrown mercilessly on the floor as she let out her frustration on the poor device which seemed to have done nothing. All the news channels showed the same news again and again, what was keeping them up so much about the whole Oberoi wedding? Pulling her hair out in frustration, she inhaled in amount of oxygen before grabbing the remote.

Her stomach grumbled and she stared down herself, she would surely get suck if she skipped her lunch after morning's breakfast and last night's dinner. She couldn't gather why she was so grumpy and frustrated when she knew this what she wanted to happen.

She wanted him happy, she wanted to have his part of happiness which never belonged with her, this what she wanted. Tia was perfect for him, she had everything, money, beauty, her flawless curves, intelligence and here she was torn, broken, miserable, a girl without money, she was nowhere near to Tia.

Her eyes followed down to the newspaper on the table stand, screaming with the headlines page was SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI'S marriage today. The thoughts of scribbling up his face struck her brain, how she wished to tear the paper and throw it in the dustbin.

Drawing her legs closet to her chest, she rested her chin onto one of the arm and wiped out the corner of her eye, wishing she would have never met him. She wanted to leave the damn city and go somewhere else where there won't be any trance of him but altogether she needed money to move away and a strong heart to get up and rip his memories away, lots of memories away.

Chewing down her bottom lip, she took the remote off the floor and switched the television off, it was better silence than the noise of wedding bells of shivaay Singh Oberoi being made all over the country.

Annika's eyes involuntarily blurred, shaking her head for one time she tried focusing on the ceiling, she couldn't retain her eyes to open up, her head felt heavy, with the shallow breaths she slammed herself across the mattress of the couch, her heavy voice only came out as whisper as she spoke 'shivaay's' name.

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"Ready shivaay!" Omkara barged into his room and looked around to see his brother sitting with his arms on his either side and his eyes focused on the floor.

"Shivaay" clicking his fingers infront of his brother shivaay stirred as response and straightened his white sherwani as he got up. He looked at himself into the mirror, hair dishevelled, dull face with no proper dressing, was that surely him? His eyes longed to see her, see her beautiful smile when she would go on ranting about random stuff and ofcourse him.

He couldn't ever keep his eyes off her lips whenever she spoke, the way her hands danced in the air whenever she talked and when she would roll her eyes when he pulled the argument to a longer time, everything he wanted now, he wanted to rip apart his walls around him and walk out of it and grab her arms and make her move with him. Shivaay Singh Oberoi needed her.

"Shivaay back to earth" Omkara shook his shoulders while he slammed them down in the air as he once again looked into himself.

"Shivaay I swear you still have time, you can make everything according to yourself"

"If she doesn't want it who am I to force her into myself? Om how many times shall I tell you she never wanted me the way I did, I do" Omkara opened his mouth to speak but only closed it again to open it, nothing but air cane out his mouth.

"You love her?" Shivaay gulped down hardly at that, was that love? No. But something very close to the four words that his brother just spit out. Even if he loved her deep down, he wouldn't be saying to his brother, If he did he knew who miserable his life would be, knowing she doesn't even reciprocate the half of the feelings of his.

"No I don't but a part of me wants her om and I can't help myself out of this shit that I gotten myself into" Omkara slightly nodded,if stretched this conversation more, he knew it was lead him to nowhere. Sighing, he left from there.

"Bhaiya" shivaay looked at him with an annoyed face, why was he begining to become so restless about everything? He couldn't know. "Bhaiya lady baba is coming in ten minutes or so"

"So what Rudra?" Rudra caught the annoyance in his tone, he knew this wasn't the time to become the chirpy Rudra but that's what he eventually did to make the environment lighter around his brother's. A part of Rudra knew what was driving his brother so mad and he wanted to ease the frown of annoyance out his brother's face.

"It's your wedding come on" Shivaay rolled his eyes and got up to straighten up his broach which clutched onto his dress at the right most corner of his white sherwani.

"Is it Annika didi?" Shivaay gasped at this sudden confession, what was he going to say him, truth or lie? Rudra smiled faintly at his brother's change if expression as he mentioned Annika's name.

"Bhaiya don't make everything seem so hard to yourself, whenever you have been stuck at something you have always found your way back and want you prove yourself yet again today, just listen to whatever your heart says, I am sure the say won't be far when Annika didi will be my bhabhi"

Shivaay blinked his eyes, every word sinked into him deeper with each passing second. His small brother felt so much sensible to him at the moment, he never knew one today would come when his small brother would be advancing him.

Rudra smiled and turned himself around, leaving his brother to think for sometime. He was sure that he would come out with something right very soon. Shivaay grabbed the white soft paper from the side drawer and walked towards the door to lock it securely.

His fingers touched the pen and held it tighter and inked down on the white paper with his blue pen.

Once he was done, he threw the pen on the table and molded the paper into three folds before keeping it safely on the soft mattress. Throwing his sherwani up from his arms o to the bed, he grabbed his pants and it touched the floor. Picking up the pants, he folded them kept above the inked paper.

Grabbing his casual clothes out, he wore them as quickly as possible. He looked at himself, he simply wire the black jeans which Rudra gifted him on his last birthday with the hope that his brother would wear it sometime. A white t-shirt with black straps fitted over his upper body and his hair had no gel. Still wearing his black watch, he grabbed a random cloth from the cupboard.

He opened his room's window, gazing down at the height, he knew it was much higher from ground. Grabbing his black canvas shoes which also came along a gift from Daksh, he thanked his mighty for everything going smoothly.

Throwing down the large cloth from the window, he made it close enough to the pipe so that even if loses the contact with the cloth he grabs gold the pipe next to him. He tied the cloth to one of the strong round pillar and made sure it wasn't lose.

Wearing his glasses, he grabbed his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket. Once he cleared the mess in the room, he took a deep breath in. He needed this. He wanted this to happen. All the faces of his family revolving around his eyes but the only face that strucks his mind was if her's, Annika's. The girl he was running away from her. He was still afraid if she turns around and get away from him, he surely would have no choice but not you go anywhere after he had made a move out this house.

Deep down he knew she would never turn him down, he heart knew she would still give him a chance to prove himself and tell her that he is worth her. With a nervous grin he jumped onto the the window frame. He was finally escaping, shivaay Singh Oberoi was running away from his own wedding.

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Longest chapter I have written in this story so far. Hope you enjoyed this chapter though ;-)

The groom finally ran away and will be running away for a long time from now ;-) No proof read so correct me.

Crazymaniac