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" Can you love me to the extent that if I ask you to kill me, can you.?

Yes.. But I will be with you.

She said.

- Shivaay

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Author's pov

" You got it right.? "

Amaya's head almost whipped up in a speed of lightning as she looked at Zane with a nervous look.

' Idiot, are you trying to crack your neck or what.? For getting rid of me, you are going to die or what.? Anyways I'm hurt.. Very very hurt. ' Amaya's subconscious was now weeping at her.

Amaya internally rolled her eyes at her own subconscious because she could feel that stupid ass of her own subconscious whipping those non-existing tears away dramatically.

" Amaya.. Where are you lost.? " Zane snapped his fingers infront of her bringing back her from the weeping drama.

" Huh.? Sorry, I just.. Zoned out. What.. What were you asking.? " Amaya hesitantly asked keeping her expression as natural as possible.

Amaya was continuously fidling her locket. Zane just scanned her face for a moment before sighing softly.

" Nothing, I was asking you, whether you collected all the files from the floor or not. I don't wanna swim again inbetween those files. " Zane sprouted out making a face.

Amaya who was holding her breath felt a relief. She chuckled nervously thanking her stars for such lucks.

" Don't worry. I have collected everything. Now please don't call more troubles. We already have a hand full. " Amaya almost pleaded at him, but muttered the last part with a frown.

" I heard that. " Zane scowled without turning at her.

" Good for you then. " Amaya said and walked out not before throwing a glare on Zane.

Zane just sighed scratched his head and tailed out with her, etching a pout on his face.

The day just went on by both Amaya and Zane bickering on the cross checking of the files. Which easily ended up by Amaya kicking out Zane from her desk infront of Anu, who laughed her heart out. Zane just glared at both of them and walked out from there like a child who just dropped his candy inbetween his eating.

' This is why I like to hang out with those brainless bimbos. At least I can fool them easily. But these smart girls. Ughh.. Better stay away Zane. Or else they will play baseball with you. ' Zane thought and made a mental note to not ever help them in office works.

Because they are too smart to be fooled by him.! Ding!

It was almost lunchtime and Amaya was running from one corner to another not bothering the surprised looks from everyone. The canteen staff in his forties, who was walking around giving coffee to everyone, stopped by her.

" Amaya dear, do you need a coffee.? " He asked seeing how tired she looked.

" Sure uncle. " Amaya timidly nodded at him, still working on the errors.

" Should I add sugar.? " He asked placing the coffee along with sugarcubes on her table.

" Add some poison uncle. I think it will help me to get rid of this mess. " Amaya said rubbing her forehead asked she could sense a headache making a way.

" Oh my God.! Poison on the first day itself. That's too quick Amaya. " Our if nowhere Shravan arrived at her desk, making her startle, while the canteen uncle just chuckled at her replies.

" Shravan, from where did you come out of nowhere.? " Amaya asked as he placed the cross checked papers into the scanner.

" Well.. I just walked towards you, but you were too busy with those papers. " Shravan said leaning against her desk with a soft smile.

" Need any help.? " Shravan offered.

" No, but thanks for the offer Shravan. It's not too much that I can't handle. " Amaya said, offering a grateful smile at Shravan.

" If you saying so. But I'm here itself. Don't hesitate to call me, if you need. " Shravan said making Amaya to face him. Her eyes gazed at him for a secound, before snapping out of her own thoughts.

Amaya just nodded, and continued with her work. Shravan just stared at her each movement. Unknown to himself, a small smile crept on his face. But unknown to him a pair of eyes, identical to himself was staring at him blankly. His face didn't let out a single emotion to let others know what he is thinking.

Meanwhile in Shivaay's cabin, he was furiously typing something in his soulmate, aka his laptop as Zane refers to. He didn't even realize that someone just entered in his cabin. He was too engrossed in his system that the person just shook his head out of surprise. Finally getting enough, a small clearing of throat disturbed Shivaay. He was ready to lash out at the intruder, but stopped himself seeing who the guest was.

" Ppa.. ?"

Shivaay was surprised watching his father sitting on the chair opposite to him.

" Yes, Any doubt.? " Sidharth just shot back raising his eyebrows.

" That's not what I meant.? You just popped up without any information. I was surprised. That's it. " Shivaay annoyingly stated back, making Siddharth amazed about how his son can't even stand a little teasing.

" I don't need any appointment to visit here.? Do I.? " Siddharth asked with a chuckle.

" No, I was just not expecting you today. " Shivaay said and got back to his work.

" Where's Shri and Zane.? " Siddharth asked looking around.

" Zane is having a meeting with the marketing team. Shravan just wanted to know the staffs and other things. So he just went out. " Shivaay replied nonchalantly, as he was still glued to the computer screen.

Sidharth nodded at him in understanding. He just ran his eyes around the cabin, which was once his cabin. He did had a lot of memories in this cabin. Even after handovering it to his own son, nothing much changed there. The dark themed cabin , which did had an aura of authority, was just like itself, the same. If something changed, it was just that, today this cabin screamed more authority, dominance, and danger. Which of course didn't surprised Sidharth much.

Sidharth's gaze turned towards the table, which was neatly arranged with few files, a pen stand, an ash tray with a burned out cigar, a small pendulum placed by its side, two paper weights, a bowl filled with water and an angel fish oogling at his son. He also noticed the black nameplate with Shivaay's name carved into it in silver, and at last his eyes fell on the figure sitting infront of him in the chair, not looking less than a king. Sidharth just felt like he was looking at himself.

But his eyes caught something really interesting which just missed from his sight earlier. A blood-red flower vase just near his nameplate. What surprised him was the flowers in those round shaped vase.

Fresh set of Black and red roses.!

' Did he always had these flowers here.? How come I never noticed it. '

It stood beside his name as if like a queen who always stood beside her King with her head high.

Sidharth's mind flashed to the time when he used to keep jasmine flowers in his cabin. As if to feel his Avneet is with him. Because she smells like jasmine and he loves that fragrance. He still remembers how he used to nuzzle into her neck inhaling her fragrance, whenever she visited him in this office. Each memory of her being in this office was crystal clear for him. Even now.!

Shivaay who saw his father sitting with a lost look, turned his complete attention at sidharth.

"Ppa. " Shivaay called out, bringing Sidharth back from whatever memories he was in.

" Yeah.? "

" All okay.? You seem lost." Shivaay asked as he stood from his seat and picking his coat.

" Yeah..yea everything is good. I was just thinking about evening's meet-up. " Sidharth said leaving a small smile at his son.

Shivaay just nodded his head and stood up from his chair. Grabbing his coat and the lighter from the table, he walked over the table.

"Ppa, I will be back in an hour. I have a meeting in the studio. And.. You are free to work. " Shivaay said with a smirk making Siddharth raise his eyebrows.

" Fai, wait. " Sidharth stopped him.

Shivaay stood there on his track waiting for his father's words.

Siddharth gazed at the black roses again, and back at his son.

" I didn't know you like flowers. And that too roses. " Sidharth asked gazing at Shivaay's back.

" Correction Ppa. I only like black roses. " Shivaay replied back stressing the last part.

" Fine. But I guess you do know that it represents love. " Sidharth pushed him to get what his son is trying to reflect.

" It also represents death Ppa. And I believe in realistic emotions. Not in fairytale. " Shivaay said blankly still facing his back at Sidharth.

Without another word, Shivaay walked out from the cabin leaving a confused Sidharth back. Sidharth walked up-to the glass wall and looked at his son's retreating figure. Sidharth wanted now in a delima, not able to pinpoint,

What exactly his son is indicating,

What all are twirling around his hot head,

What and how does his future is gonna be.

Back to back questions popped up in his mind leaving him to worry about his sons.

Unknowingly Sidharth's gaze fell on his other son. Shravan. Who was now leaning on one of the desk and talking with an employee. Sidharth looked keenly only to realize it's Amaya who he is talking to.

Sidharth watched how Shravan was freely talking with her and he didn't missed the continuous stare that his son kept on Amaya unknown to herself. Sidharth would see how Shravan smiled looking at Amaya. A smile that told something else.

Sidharth turned towards the table and fixed his gaze at the fresh black roses.

Shivaay's words kept echoing again and again in his mind. And to add more pressure, smiling face of Shravan also kept flashing in between. He walked up-to the cabin chair and sat there as he was feeling like his pressure is gonna shoot up.

Sidharth hastily drank a glass of water and sat there staring straight at nothing. His sons faces kept on playing in his mind.

' Am I failing as a good father.? '

The words slipped out unknown to himself.

' No, You haven't failed. '

Sidharth looked up to the voice and just one word escaped out of his mouth.

' Love. '

She smiled looking straight at him. He saw her sitting opposite to the table on one of the chair.

' I haven't.? ' Sidharth asked back as if to make sure. To hear it from his love.

' Sidharth, you are the best father my kids could get. ' She said with the same angelic smile.

' I'm not worried about my flower, but, but..my.. '

' Your cubs. '

Avneet finished his sentence for him. A chuckle escaped from Sidharth.

' Cubs.? You still call them that.? ' Sidharth asked her with amusement.

' Of course. They are your blood. And a lion could only give birth to a lion. Not a cat. '

Avneet said with proud dripping from herself each word. Sidharth stared at his Love's face. The pride she held to say that her husband is a lion made him feel special.

' Yes, I'm worried about my cubs. You know there will be only one king for a territory. Not two. And I'm afraid thinking about their future. And, they'll are way too different from each other. Shravan believes in love and happiness, while Shivaay, he believes in hatred and death. '

Sidharth poured out his heart infront of his love. While she listened to his each words. Avneet stood from the chair and walked towards Siddharth. She settled herself on his lap and leaned her head rest in on his cheeks.

' Sidharth, you are worrying too much. I agree they are poles apart. But they love each other more than themselves. Yeah, Shravan is more lively, let him be himself, but that doesn't mean Shivaay is full of darkness. '

Sidharth looked at her with a slight frown. Seeing his face Avneet smiled softly as if assuring him to believe what she is saying its true.

' Look at those flowers Sidharth. '

Avneet pointed at the flowers vase on the table. Sidharth looked at it as he continued to listen to his Love's words.

' That bunch of flowers defines our Shivaay. Beautiful, still dangerous. But, look at those red roses which adores the black one. Those red roses are the one which makes the black roses look even beautiful. Just like that, deep down in his heart, there is a small spot for love, which he is refusing to believe in. That love will pull him towards it, away from the clutches of the emotion death. That few red roses will fill the entire black ones with love, completely pushing it out of the darkness. So don't worry, believe in those few red roses. '

Avneet said softly caressing Sidharth's cheeks making him close his eyes as if feeling her touch.

He opened his eyes with a small smile only to find an empty cabin. He looked beside him.

Again no one.!

Even though he knew it was just an imagination, he preferred to believe it. To believe her words.

With a soft smile, he muttered a small 'thank you ' looking at nothing particular.