Shivika ft GauOmRu TS: Ne Dis Jamais Je t'aime(LAST PART Pg 18 12/05)

Ne Dis Jamais Je t'aime

Part 1:

"Anika Bhabhi, we're all here in Paris, aap ki azaadi ki party- hum sab ki taraf se Ru sombrely expressed.

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The vacation was one laced with bittersweet emotions, emotions knotted and drowned in every heart that Anika meant something to- they were shunned lest the whirlwind of pain dawned upon them and tears refused to subside. For they, the Oberoi clan knew so very well, Anika's heart was all too fragile to facilitate their own misery. She would break apart in an attempt to hold them together, her tender loving-self would yield and forego her own wishes so that they could rejoice through the rose coloured glass; even if that meant staying.

However, in spite of Ru's wailing and Om's poetic justice, Dadi's reminders that it wasn't too late. Despite Pinky's apologies and Prinku's insistence that her brother would disintegrate. In defiance of Shakti's soft spoken advice and Tej's calculations of business related losses the termination of this wedding would cause. Jhanvi being the voice of reason had brought to light what all in the deepest holes of their hearts knew- they would have to let her go. Because there had been nothing more suffocating and completely dejecting than a suppressed personality, a robbed freedom and a silent Anika. This they all knew.

Anika was never silent in verity; she spoke in jest to her dear Rudra and Somu, aided Dadi's fretting nerves, she even worked alongside Shakti and Tej- shadowing and learning, whatever she could that is, so that they could steal a few moments from life to spend in the company of their love-starved wives. Rather the silence was metaphorical, she lacked the jovial aura that could light even moonless nights. The laughter that once echoed in each corner of the mansion had died the day Shivaay had forced her into the sham of a marriage. The light from her eyes ebbed away.

So, it had been decided- they would grant her the only gift that would mean anything: her autonomy.

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*One week prior*

"Shivaay, this is the right thing to do; after all we owe this much to Bhabhi- You owe this much to her Om phrased with righteous indignation.

Shivaay paced raucously within the confines of his bedroom, letting her go; the thought brought back the constant throb that ran through the left portion of his chest. Had what Om said, not been absolutely and utterly rational, had he not been his sensible brother, he would have set the opposing person ablaze. However, how could he let her go, could he go on without her?

Witnessing the running chain of thought that was seemingly running on in his brother head, he thought to shatter it with his reason, "We have been ever so unmindful Shivaay, of her, her needs, have you even thought of what she wanted? We've caged a wild, beautiful bird Shivaay, we've clipped her wings and starved her of the one thing she had been so proud of. She's dying goddammit, don't you see?, she'll die whimpered O.

"Then I'll die Om, I'll die...

"Crap, crap, crap- you're in love Shivaay

"I love in... with her

*How unfair, it's just our love

Found something real that's out of touch

But if you'd searched the whole wide world

would you dare to let it go*

Life was such a retched thing, here he drowned in love, and there she was fading fast.

"Pyar ka matlab sirf pyar ka izhaar karna nahi hota ... pyar bina kuch kahe bhi, pyar hi hai ... pyar qurbani bhi hai ... pyar ek doosre ke liye chup rehna bhi hai ... pyar ka matlab sirf pyar ko pana nahi hai ... pyar kisi aur ki khushi ke liye, apni khushi mitana bhi hai Om evoked eloquently. Would this change anything? Knowing his brother had been washed up by the same love that Anika had been stifled by.

Yes, they were both in love with each other- but it was a reckless love- he knew so well that if Shivaay called out to Anika, she would run back into the same arms that had once snatched everything dear to her. The love Shivaay showered on her, she would return it in twofolds. But.. it also meant that she would no longer be Anika- She would become Mrs. Anika Shivaay Singh Oberoi, the mere shadow of her former self. She would be living but never fully alive. Anika would be content but never happy. So instead of saving the distraught wedding that could go on, he chose that Anika was the soul worth saving. And Shivaay knew this.

Cradling his head in his palms, he let the built up emotions burst- tears unravelling. "Okay, Om, I'm ready to set her free...

He knew it was the right thing to do, and he would do it, knowing he could die in the process- but he also knew he would find the will live- knowing she was alive.

"Does she love me too Om?

Such an innocent question that broke Om's heart alongside Rudra's and Pinky's who had watched the entire exchange. Pinky witnessed her sons longing, and she could not help but feel partially responsible for the separation that they all knew, was to come. When Tia's truth; more like her lies, had come into plain sight, when her once blinded eyes saw the reality- she had realised what her sons heart had always known: Anika was the priceless gem amongst absolute trash. Her insults that she had slapped her face with came around in a full circle. She felt disgusted at herself. So she had set about undoing her deeds done. Softly she had called on Anika, only to be met by a frightened face- and she had wept: "I am sorry.

"I forgive you Anika had whispered back oh so tenderly that she felt the overwhelming compassion for this single girl gush from her once bottled heart. Her once frightened face, composed into a fragmented smile; she had taken Pinky in a delicate embrace but found herself wrapped in a feverish frenzy of a hug.

From then on Anika and Pinky had an unspoken relationship- the new found mother-daughter combo was one to be reckoned with. Somehow they found the missing pieces of themselves in each other. Both lost in a world not completely their own. Even Pinky and Shakti's rocky relationship, in addition to Tej and Jhanvi's, had stabilised, all owing to the selflessness of this one girl. She had counselled them surprisingly, and demanded that the men charm the ladies into going on a single date with them- a challenge if one see fit. It had been met by willing participants and a few months down the line, the budding romance and understanding between the older lost couples had flourished once more. The old house had its old charm returned. If only she could do what Anika had done- but she could not.

Rudra was the one to abruptly break her out of her reverie; "She does. Ru said sadly. Garnering the attention of his older brothers.

"She loved so much, she lost herself

Rudra soundlessly strolled into the bedroom and took his fixed seat to Shivaay's left, "Bhabs is a superwoman Bhaiya, but she needs time to recharge, your love will sedate her, she needs to learn to love herself in order to become whole again he said as he pressed Shivaay's arm firmly. Rudra had seen his Bhabhi cry silently and regroup herself in the earlier days of her marriage, she was still a little loud then, but slowly she lost her voice, her real one that is- she became the poised, perfect Bahu, Mrs.Anika Shivaay Singh Oberoi, who accompanied Ma to socialite gatherings, and led Dadi to the temple. She even beguiled a working Papa to put his laptop away, ushering him to take two cups of perfectly brewed camomile tea to his beautiful wife. She gave Om silent company and took her front seat as Rudra's most favourite person.

"The complete paradox is my Anika Shivaay finally professed with a sad smile, "Faithful, yet detached- so gentle but so tough, she is here and yet she is not and with that he stood up straight, walking past his pale faced mother to set things right...finally.

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Part 2_

"Anika", he stumbled.

"Yes"

That was when she whirled around from where she had been lost in thought, to meet his direct gaze; and what he saw was what swallowed a part of him that day. Her eyes, once which reminded him of the old barn door, flecks of deep brown married with lighter hues, so much strength remaining despite the years of weathering, so much life. Yet now, when he stared back at the same globes which once bought out the best of him, the worst of him, all of him amplified, her eyes held a greater darkness resembling cold, autumn nights and starless skies where all the hope seemed galaxies away. And yet he found himself looking into the abyss waiting for it to look back.

But it didn't.

He sighed and started "What would you like Anika?", he asked earnestly.

"Nothing"

The Anika he once knew would have looked him right in the eye, smirking ever so slightly and would have emphatically exercised "Bagar Billa ki ek cup Sairabano, since you are asking so politely and un-SSO like; but zehr tohra kam rakhna- aap ki saru shakal dekh ke mera tummy full hai" and would have dropped into a fit of convulsions before hand-fiving Rudra.

"What do you really want?" he asked again.

"Nothing Mr. Oberoi"

Maybe once more before he put out the divorce papers, maybe she would say a life, or the house, or maybe she would say him...his wavering of want came back and before he would turn right back around and leave he said "What would you want from me?"

"Your absence Mr. Oberoi , please I beg of you, leave me alone for a little while" she conveyed in such a airy sober-clad voice that did nothing to hide her emptiness.

Another part of him broke once more, and nonetheless it reminded him how small it was in comparison to how he had broken her. "I want to give you that, forever"

"Please go away, you can beat around the bush when my head isn't ridiculously throbbing" her body frantically shaking as if she would break down any moment now.

"Divorce: your freedom" and with that he left the papers on the table and retracted himself from the room lest she see the lonesome tear that spilled down his cheek.

*pyaar maine toh nibhaya; tere rehte, tere saath bhi

sach kahoon toh, tujhse zyada

chaaha tujhko, tere baad bhi*

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Anika stared momentarily at the paper and then back to the retreating figure out the door.

The family had come pouring in, but for the first time in eternity, everybody remained silent, as to not shatter the rose coloured glass they loved so dearly. They could not prevent its collapse but they could prolong it, revel in the moments Anika had kept herself aside for them. "Anika, if this is what you want,- the liberty I mean, you can shrug off the Oberoi tag and be simply Anika again, just how you like it" Jhanvi attempted to keep her spilling tears at bay and asked what all wished to know. The family tentatively stared at her face, each eye carrying the same degree of love, and she knew whatever she decided...this was her family. They cared so much that they refused to meet her direct gaze for fear that she would see how much they needed her, wanted her to refuse.

"I don't know what to do, I am so lost" she whimpered.

"Then go find yourself Bhabhi- become my Di instead" Rudra expressed, so gently, so rationally that Anika wondered when her baby had grown up.

"And when you do find yourself; Anika that is, we shall all be here...waiting, for you" Om now stood by her side, tucking her into a warm brotherly embrace.

"You guys are the best" she cried, tears streaming down her face, and a small broken smile finally emerged.

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Signed.

Heartbreak. A bane word and yet it was so small to explain his the extent of his catastrophic feelings. Shivaay had anticipated this moment, visualised and mentally prepared himself since the moment he had understood that he had fallen for her. He had also fallen in her eyes; his own- which held him back from reaching out once more. For he knew, she was a wildflower, unsustainable in his aura. Oh, how he wished he had held on a little longer, inhaled her scent a little more deeply and loved defiantly; ceaselessly. Had he done that, had he had faith in her very essence, had he given himself the little liberty of loving, without the inherent rich bloodline dialogues, had he recognised her for who she was, maybe, just maybe, things would have been different. And now that he had seen her; in her true glory, he wished he never had to let go.

"Bhaiya"

"Yes Rudra?" Shivaay exerted without turning around.

"You did the right thing Bhaiya"

"I didn't want to"

Rudra met Shivaay's wavering gaze, it was true, he was in love- The undying compassion, the heartbreak, and the honesty of his words all reflected in the two sapphire crystallites in which water currently pooled.

"And in spite of your selfish desires, you did it for Anika Di" the melancholy hung amidst the airy room, Rudra softly pressed a sad kiss to his brothers shoulder. In his periphery he saw Om nodding gently at the doorstep as if ushering him to go on with his new found way with words. So he tugged Shivaay's sleeve, and he spoke, "how lucky we are, to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard".

The words cut through Shivaay like blades to grass while Om pondered over his baby brother's eloquently strung words; the forsaken love, makes even the dumbbells sweet-nothings so beautiful. Shivaay ruffled Rudy's hair not before taking him into a tight, needed embrace. This goodbye was to break each heart silently- for even the slightest clamour would break the one heart they cared a little too much for.

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Rudy and Om had retreated for the day, while the family hibernated in seldom sadness. The darkness made love to the sky once more, as the endless woe's pervaded the empty Oberoi hallways.

Anika observed the moon glower, and still it reflected light in such abundance that it seemed it cared too much for the world despite its suffering- as if he knew how much she needed it.

At first thought, she had despised Mr. Oberoi for having laid down the divorce card.

"How dare he? she mentally rebuked the wretched man.

He had refused to acknowledge her integrity by the second day of their marriage- he had spewed out insults, hurtling jabs at her, belittling her in every way he knew possible. However, that was not what had hurt, rather it was the questioning finger which had been raised at her self-respect. As the Daksh and Tia chapter had bid adieu, she felt almost naked to his eye, all the misconceptions removed; she stood in her true state of complete nullity.

He had called out to her, but frivolous chatter was far from what would heal her. After that he never called out to her again. Not directly anyway.

She became the perfect countenance of the Oberoi clan. The perfect bahu. She never exerted her desire to be Mrs.Shivaay Singh Oberoi, nor did she ask for her rights. How could she demand rights that were never meant for her? Rights he never wilfully wished to gift her?

In his defence, Shivaay had announced a public press conference in which he had stated her as his legally wedded wife- that no one was to ask questions and anyone who decided to cross this threshold and bombard her with questions would face severe consequences. Tia and her mother had thereafter been jailed- he once again pressed that she say something, anything. She had walked away.

Its not that she didn't have anything to say, rather she had far too much to say- but the lump in her voice, the tears held at bay; she was far too vulnerable in his presence and that in itself was most frightening, so she had walked away, so that her mask would not fall at his grace.

His guilt fest was visible, his hesitant attempts to make amends, he never said anything per say- but then again, when were words needed in their affair- since she had stepped over the Oberoi threshold, he had a six sense when it came to being aware of her essence. His discreet actions spoke volumes in themselves, but the closer he came, the further she ran away.

When attempted to exert any marital rights or duties, she reminded him, pricked at the scab till it was once more drenched in blood; fully open and raw. She told him "I am not your wife, Mr.Oberoi, I am the forced centre piece, the copper coated in gold. I can never be your wife, and though you have recompensed in the eyes of the public, you shall forever remain the arrogant man who thinks nothing above his naam, khoon and khandaan. And I definitely do not want your name Mr. Oberoi fists clenched she lashed out.

She had torn him apart much like how he had done, but she far from attained a spec of sadistic happiness, instead she mourned in her own spite.

It was far too late and she was broken beyond measure.

He knew how much she adored his or dare say her family, and this is how he chose to repay her; with a single signature that would destroy it all, the last spec of her wavering contentment.

Like a ton of bricks- the inevitability of his actions crashed upon her soul. How would the divorce be of any use to him? In fact it had a sure loss written all over it. He would be hurting his own family, the news when hurtled throughout by the media was only going to bring rumours to the surface. She could never deny that they had mutual understanding, two lives who lived under the same roof but never crossed paths. Never intimate yet completely faithful to one another. He had done this for her.

She felt the hairs at the back of her neck rise. She knew that he was there and in turn he knew that she knew. Suddenly the overwhelming sentients came back and as she steadied her wavering feet, her tongue seemed to have unmindfully started on a path with a dead end...

"I used to weep love, once upon a time, you know Shivaay. My heart was so empty that it knew nothing but to flow rivers of warmth; to make up in others what it lost out for itself. Then I found you, so fatally flawed that I wanted nothing but to give you the remains of my hollowed heart. In all your arrogant blue-bloodedness, I saw tatters, fractions of a man I just knew I wanted to bare my soul to. Did you deserve it? Heck no, and yet it didn't even matter. What an imbecile? is most probably what you're thinking; to give a man who has and could rip the stars out of the sky if he so wished at one beckoning phone call. And in that you didn't realise, I offered something worth absolutely nothing- but it was the only thing I had to call my own. All you saw was an insolent, artless fool.

Anika raised her head, and looked him flush in the eye only to be taken aback by the desperation, heartbreak and angst which swam in them, as if...as if he was losing... as if he was losing someone he loved.

She almost gasped, her heart pounding faster, but she shook her head of fruitless thoughts and made her way to her bed.

*Jab tak tujhe pyar se; Beinteha main bhar na doon

Jab tak main duaon sa; Sau dafa tujhe padh na loon

Haan mere paas tum raho

Jaane ki baat na karo

Mere saath tum raho

Jaane ki baat na karo*

The consecutive business man of the year: Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi, had lost. His heart, his love, his life.

He could have stopped her, told her, that he would forego a world full of wealth and acclaim, to stand by her once more. Maybe in a different lifetime they would stand together in an old tattered, crowded bus, he would hold her close to his chest; and she would blush and usher him off. They would step off and he would spin her around and peck her lip just to observe the heat rise on her cheek, maybe she would look around to make sure no one had just seen, and she being his feisty Anika, would furrow her brows and slap his arm before shaking her head at him, "Bagad Billa. And her wholesome laugh would fill his otherwise empty pockets as they trudged along the coast with their feet in the sand. They would be happy; he could have been happy.

Even now her words rang in his ears as the silence pervaded his room. Shivaay wondered whether he should have grabbed her arm, shaking her, screaming that if in the world there was anything worth dying for, it was her.

But he didn't, for that would have been far too selfish.

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The family had since attempted at every step of the way to keep Anika happy- and Shivaay ever so distant.

Though Anika faltered every now and then, the family kept her busy in their company; and in that she had not even realised that the divorce was merely a few days away.

Rudra and Om had bustled everyone into the living room, including Shivaay. The atmosphere buzzing away with curiosity.

The curiosity has always killed the cat, so to see Billu pacing the length of the hall, waiting to catch a glimpse of her, was just as normal as it got.

Anika descended the stairs, laughing at something Soumya had said, hair tousled, as she nonchalantly tucked a strand behind her ear, revealing pretty little jhumki's Shivaay had once gifted her at the hands of his Badi Ma. His gaze then focused upon the opal- so unsightly to so many, hung perfectly on her crystalline clad necklace, taking centre stage. The Romans had believed it to be a symbol of purity and hope- the opal was Anika in human form. In them it contained the wonders of the skies, the gentler fire of the ruby, the rich purple of the amethyst, and the sea-green of the emerald, combined only to reflect a bluish tinge, his essence encapsulated in the trinket. He had pressed her to never take it off, come what may, to hold it close. He never voiced why, but in this way he would be with her...always

He was swept away once more, breath hitched as she met his eyes; she swiftly moved out of his limelight when her adoring brother Ru, held out his hand, guiding her between himself and Om.

"Bhabhi...I mean Di Rudy quickly fixed, "We, as in your family, have a small gift for you

"And Ani, before you slap me with a no, we wish to gift you a few more memories to take with you, to keep your heart warm no matter what cold path destiny has planned for us Om chuckled as he saw Ani immediately soften.

"A trip to PARIS Di, we leave today in the evening screamed Ru, bizarrely over excited by the plans. "All of us...

Shivaay stared as the family burbled with delight. He was the anomaly, he knew this, so to make matters easier he broke the chain of laughter.

"Have fun guys, his usual baritone voice reduced to a meagre whisper. Shivaay started to make his way to his room when he felt a warm hand clasp his wrist gently.

"Me...I mean the family...what I'm trying to say is... Anika stumbled, she sighed deeply before starting again: "I would like it if you came...Shivaay

*Dil ko teri mojoodgi ka ehsaas yun chahiye

Tu chahiye, tu chahiye

Shaam-o-subah tu chahiye

Tu chahiye.. Tu chahiye..

Har martabaa Tu chahiye

Jitni dafaa.. zidd ho meri

Utni dafaa.. haan, Tu chahiye*

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*Present day*

Huddled around the mellowness of the campfire, the family unwinded as the last day of Parisian pretence dawned upon them, they took to the traditional household experience forgoing their lavish Prince de Galles lodgings which overlooked the expanse of the city of lights. True, they could have nestled in the balcony and watched the flare of the Eiffel tower, but the crisp blades of grass between their feet and the comfort of the fireflies were unparalleled.

The air gained a little momentum as it turned into a gentle breeze. Dadi and Shakti tittered over the ongoing staring contest between Tej and Pinky; Pinky had suddenly sprang up in delight as she giggled at her Jethji's loss.

"Aap ki toh Oh My Mata hogayi Jethji she said as she high-fived Jhanvi.

"No no, this is cheating, you cheated, Jhanvi winked at... Tej suddenly paused as realisation dawned on him.

"Haw, Papa, you were so lost in Mumma that you lost the game Rudy teased.

"Yes, Bade Papa, yeh ishq kambakht logon ko nikama bana diya Ani laughed.

"Kiski talvar par sar rakhon yeh bata do mujhe ... ishq karna agar khata hai toh saza do mujhe Tej romantically exercised, holding his wife's hand as he stared longingly. "Tum bhi na Tej, kab sudroge as she blushed profusely-since her Ani Bahu's intervention date, Tej had become increasingly affectionate.

"Mushkil toh yeh hai ki main abhi theek tarah se bhigda bhi nahi ... aur tumne sudhaarna shuru kar diya Tej spoke confidently.

Soumya leapt up as if the truth had finally unveiled itself to her: "I think we all now know where Bade Baal wale Bhaiya gets his shayarana andaaz from, and with that the family convulsed into another fit of laughter.

While the family enjoyed each others presence, one person sat aside taking in the beautiful scene.

Shivaay distantly observed a wide mouthed Anika who currently seemed to be immensely amused by Rudy's dumb jokes- "Instead of gawking at her Shiv, why don't you go sit next to her? Om mused, he had witnessed his brother ogle at his Ani and it had only brought back the ebbing pain of loss in his heart; "You can allow yourself that much.

Could he? Could he pretend for a little while that all was well? Sit next to his beautiful wife and admire her closely? Perhaps not.

Maybe if I shifted closer, I'll only look, I won't touch or speak. Promise.

Shivaay nodded at Om and moved in closer to their family.

"Okay, OKAY, as we all know today is our last day in Paris and tomorrow when the sun rises, we shall set off for Delhi, while our Ani ventures off to London and then Jaipur for her destination wedding assignment a solemn Om broke the titters as he brought forth the painful truth no one wished to address.

"And though this separation shall be nothing short of heartbreaking, I wish for Ani Di to leave with a special knot of memories, so lets sing some songs and of course a have a little poetry Ru redeemed his brothers tainted efforts to gather everyone.

One by one, everyone sang and pirouetted, speaking at length in regards to their love for one bright girl who changed their lives for the better. Their hurricane of happiness. While OmRu held their emotions at bay, Shakti and Tej found it a little too hard to keep the tears from flowing. They held their daughter.

Tightly embraced in her fathers warmth, Ani smiled a teary smile as she received a soft kiss pressed onto her head.

"I want you all to know, that no matter how far the feet wander, the heart remains at home; I love you all so very much and I cannot thank my beloved OmRu for holding my hand each step of the way. My mothers for showering me with so much adoration. My fathers for guiding me and teaching me so much. Dadi for believing in me from the moment we met. And... Anika's voice caught in her throat as her deep brown eyes shone with unshed tears.

Shivaay caught her gaze as in their moment they forgot the world...

"And... he spoke for the first time in the evening

"I wish to sing something, I have been learning a little french for Bade Papa's clients and... well Anika stopped speaking as Shivaay and the family nodded for her to go on.

"Ne dis jamais je t'aime je t'aime; Ne dis jamais je t'aime

Kehna na yaar pyaar hai; Ne dis jamais je t'aime

Saansein tham lengi saanson mein

Tujhko meri kasam; Dhaage uljhenge dhaagon se

Karle khud pe reham

Ne dis jamais je t'aime je t'aime; Ne dis jamais je t'aime

Kehna na yaar pyaar hai; Ne dis jamais je t'aime"

Her voice cracked as she felt the remainder of her heart break- that day she heard, rather felt another heart shatter as she held Shivaay's pinky with her own. Pinky promise.

Shivaay tightened his grip; soon he would have to let go.

He locked his Opal blue eyes with her chestnut ones ignited by fire. He smiled a watery smile knowingly.

And in the silence and the summer breeze, the two momentary lovers attained an unspoken completion of their devotion- till they separate- till they meet once more.

And guys that is the end😳, WELL DONE if you managed to read till the end😆its pretty long as I had too much to say though I had hoped for it to be very short.I hope you are all not too disappointed with the end, Honestly I have had this update written for weeks now, but the ending was just too hard to script- I hate to have Shivika separate😭. I may or may not write an epilogue- not really planning to turn this into an SS. not really sure so do leave your suggestions, feedback and likes for this finale.

Love,

Sam

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Epilogue Part 1 + 2: PG 8

Epilogue Part 3: PG 18

Wow!! This is so brilliantly written! Shivaay's pain was so palpable and his question to Om really broke my heart!! And I loved the way you wrote about the Ani - Pinky relationship and how it changed...how she touched the hearts and lives of all the Oberois and became an essential part of theirs...So Shivaay is all set on doing the right thing and even though it breaks my heart a little, I want it,for Ani. I want a free independant Ani to be courted and loved by Shivaay the way she deserves rather than the chain of horrible events that led to their marriage!! even so, I wonder what her response to the celebration of her 'freedom' will be!!

Oh wow...an interesting way of looking at it...loving it...

This is beautiful

Anika the beautiful free bird captured and put in a golden cage.The emotions are so real. Probably all that the caged birds feel.They are kept in a cage as the one who keeps them loves them but what good love can do when the other will never be able to love you freely. Now that Shivaay has set the bird free ,the bird will return, renewed , refreshed into its true self ,ready to accept his love. He will never have to cage the bird anymore as the bird will live freely but never leave. You are an Amazing writer. Publish your stories..👏👏👏

Der is jz 1 word 4 dis OS

Waaowww what a wonderful Story... ❤️👏

Beautifully written...❤️
Just loved it...
Annika was the Idol DIL but in this process she lost herself...she lost her bubbly nature...
And The Oberois eagerly wanted their old annika back...
For rudy annika was alwayzz his superwoman but he had seen her vulnerable side...and so he wanted her to have her freedom...so that she can find herself once again and start a fresh journey ahead..
The question, shivaay asked Om just broke my heart..."Does she love me too Om?" This one sentence just show that he was very much helpless,the longing to see his bubbly annika love him...the girl who always fight with him for a slightest thing...the who teased him by calling him with weird names...he missed this girl...and to bring her back he will do anything even if he had to set her free...he will do it...he will once again give priority to other needs rather than his..(as he always do being the great Wall of Shivaay for his family) but this time there is a change...this time it is his wife his annika and not his family...
Just loved this dear...
Do continue soon...


Love you,
Anya 😳