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Hey Ishqbaazians,
Here is my first OS on ShivIka/AnShi... Hope you like it... It took me forever to catch up with the story, as I started on the show a few weeks late..
But I completely love OBros, ShivIka, IshKara and RuMya...
P. S. I typed it all on my phone. So please pardon all the grammatical mistakes.
The Best Love...
It is said that you have flashes of your entire life when you are dying.
That's not True.
I'm not dying. Yet, I can see my entire life in flashes. But I'm about to begin a new life. A life away from what I was in the past. A life that shall begin in exactly two hours.
A life as Anika Shivaay Singh Oberoi.
Mrs. Oberoi.
A name every woman wishes to posses. They are all despising me for acquiring it.
For claiming Shivaay Singh Oberoi's name as all mine.
The Handsome, Rich and Successful yet Rude, Cruel, Stone-hearted multi-billionaire. It was not an easy gain though. Being the tough nuts to crack. None of us wanted to voice out our feelings for each other. We hated each other's guts. Yet here we were, waiting impatiently for the moment when the Holy Ceremony will bind us together.
Looking into the mirror, I could not believe that it was my image reflecting in the glass. The image of woman dressed to the prim in an expensive semi-Indian bridal attire with a pale pastel shawl covering my head. My hair tied high up in a bun yet falling over my shoulder.
For Shivaay likes my hair open, more when they are wild and messy from all my running around doing errands. Looking back it reminds me of how I thought they look similar to a bird's nest, now I purposely mess it up as per his liking.
I remember when Jhanvi Maa and Pinky Maa came over to my temporary flat to hand over the Bridal Joda. It weighed heavier than a water filled vessel, not to mention extremely expensive, designed by the most famous designers around the globe.
***FLASHBACK***
"Anika, this is the Lehenga you must wear during the Phera. It is exclusively ordered by Shivaay... " Pinky Maa said teasingly.
I find it hard to believe, that this same woman refused to acknowledge me as her to-be Daughter-in-law a few days ago. But, a mother's love must have changed her mind. Though she did warn me that I must take care of her Son and keep him happy forever. Cause I don't have an option, The Oberois don't weigh Divorce as an option, a marriage commitment lasts forever. Till death does them apart.
"But Maa, this is so heavy! I won't be able to carry it. What if I trip while walking towards the Mandap? I don't think so it's a good idea... " I said as panicked holding the attire in my hand.
Jhanvi Maa giggled and Pinky Maa smiled at my expression. But something similar in their expression. Fondness? Maybe.
" You are going to be a Oberoi bride now. Especially the eldest Oberoi daughter-in-law. Get used to the heavy and expensive, Anika." Jhanvi Maa admonished me playfully.
"I know you aren't used to the showbiz of our world. But it's what we have to do. Whether you like it or not. We did the same, now it's your turn." added Pinky Maa.
"Are you seeking revenge from me? Please it's Dadi you are supposed to avenge Maa.!!" I said playfully teasing them.
They giggled and continued to train me with for the Oberoi lifestyle. And of course showering jewelleries for the different rituals.
***FLASHBACK OVER***
Twenty minutes later Priyanka enters the room announcing that Baraat has left for the venue. Priyanka and Omkara offered to stand by my side for the wedding functions. As Shivaay strictly prohibited my so-called gold digging Relatives from attending the ceremonies after Bua Ji created a mess at the first Ganesh Pujan. Not that I care.
My mind drifting to memories of our initial days, when we fought like cats and dogs,
When Shivaay apologized for messing up the custody case.
When he helped me win the case.
When we began a new friendship.
When he took me for a dinner to celebrate Sahil's successful leg surgery, I was emotional the whole day, excited to see my little brother walk on his two feet.
When we had our first accidental hug.
When he proposed me to be his girlfriend, making me aware that he broke up with Tia long before he realized his feelings for me.
Our late night drives. Dates.
Our first kiss.
The wedding proposal.
Then finally meeting the elders of the family.
Something I cherish the most is my relationship with both my brother-in-laws. Omkara and Rudra. They are my saviors. Sneaking me into Shivaay's room when all are busy, planning his birthday party, secretly of course, because Mr. Oberoi doesn't celebrate his birthday anymore, he is a grown man. . Helping me win over Pinky Maa. Driving away all of Shivaay's ex-girlfriends. Making me aware of everybody's likes and dislikes, favorites and allergies, rituals and customs of the family. And what not, all not...
I have something that I always wanted.
A joint Family. Them loving and accepting me is just a cherry on top. They are truly like Sahil to me. Especially Rudra, just like a child.
Priyanka hops into the room to take me downstairs. To the mandap. It's time.
As I step into the hall, the fierce angry young woman is replaced by a shy bride with her eyes unable to meet the groom's. The rituals and prayers pass by in a blur. It's time for Kanya Daan.
The priest calls for my brother and Sahil happily jumps in. I find a sweet smile creeping on my face and Shivaay's too. The beauty of their relationship is beyond my understanding. Shivaay had immediately agreed to my all conditions regarding Sahil. He would be living with us in the Oberoi mansion. Shivaay already got him admitted in the city's best school. He pays for the school fees, physiotherapy and all our expenses already...
I'm snapped back to reality when I hear Sahil whine and pout about not being allow to do the ritual for he is too young.
"He is my wife's brother, and he will do as he wishes to." Shivaay orders the priest sternly.
I roll my eyes and suddenly notice that Om is heading towards us. He lifts Sahil in his arms and cheers him up by saying,
"We will both together do the Kanya Daan. Right champ? You will share your Didi with me right?" he asks Sahil, and a warm feeling spreads over my heart. I wipe my tears that roll down my cheeks.
I don't know where was I lost when the Pheras were done, or during the dinner. The only thought in my mind was that I was so, so lucky to have this man all to myself.
We are in the car driving to the Oberoi mansion. Holding hands. A comfortable silence dawns between us. Overwhelmed by the emotions we are feeling.
Some post marriage rituals later, I wait for Shivaay in Our room. We were supposed to leave for our honeymoon in two days, wrapping up the grand reception for all his colleagues and business associates.
Anika!! Stop zoning out. Concentrate. Shivaay. First night. Intimacy.
The door clicks shut. Shivaay.
"Stop panicking. Your stress is visible all over your face. Ignore my cousins. They did tease you a lot." he said to comfort me.
And I do. But manage to retort in an impulse.
"Wow. Comforting me now? Where were you downstairs? Enjoying my misery? Or waiting for the aftermath?"
He raises any eyebrow. And I realize what I just said.
ANIKA!!!
He leans in and I shut my eyes.
"You are too innocent yet too smart. You look beautiful tonight, you know that? Mrs. Oberoi."
I blush at way it sounds. Perfect.
Mrs. Shivaay Singh Oberoi.
The same warmth returns.
The same butterflies in my tummy.
He leans more and the finishes the distance between our lips. His arms around me, holding me and I melt into his arms.
"I can't believe I turned out to be so lucky. So lucky to have to my self. I feel complete today. Like I have fixed the missing piece of my soul." he said huskily.
His tone sends shivers down my spine. This time I weave my fingers into his hair and bring my lips to his. Never has anyone said anything so sweet to me.
This kiss grows passionate by each passing second. Before I know we are into the bed and shedding clothes.
Love making.
Is this called love making? Definitely.
Lost in an eternal bliss. With the partner you love with all your heart.
"I love you so much." a statement that makes my heart fly.
"Maybe I love you more." I reply.
"Hmm. Maybe." He says before pulling me into his arms.
And we make love again. Again. And again.
"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. That's what I hope to give you forever."
--The Notebook
The End.
