Shivika TS:We Made it (One Yr Anniversary) Completed

Her eyes were sagging, puffy with dried up tears. She was sitting in the dining room, and leaned her head on the table, hoping that she would take a few minutes rest, and not fall asleep completely. She looked at her watch. 10 :00 pm and Shivaay hadn't returned yet. She fought the urge to continue weeping, Although she felt she had no tears left. It had taken quite some time to calm herself and stop her tears, due to which her eyes were now in their current condition.

She remembered clearly. Everything that had been happening for the past month. The fights, the tears, the anger, the stress. She couldn't hide it behind her smiles anymore. It was taking a toll on her. She felt she was losing him daily. She went through tremendous pain in her life, no one but her husband Shivaay knew it better. But she couldn't, she absolutely couldn't bear even the thought of losing him. The man she loved, the man she could never live without. And here they were, after only 11 months and 29 days of marriage, fighting to keep their relationship alive.

She reflected on the episode today, the tone he had used with her. The tone that got scarier every day and made her fear of losing him grow. The loud bang of the door echoed in her ear. It had been 4 hours since Shivaay walked out and drove off after an overheated argument which exploded after he had been ignoring her. Annika sat, waiting and waiting with dinner laid on the table for Shivaay to return. She remembered when she tried to make his Alfredo pasta two weeks ago and failed sorely, which resulted into another petty fight. That was their thing these days, no nokjhok, it usually was more serious, over the most trivial of things, often summoning up a sore spot regarding Mahi or NKK or Daksh or Tia. Anyways, she perfected her version of the pasta over the time and decided to try it again that night. She knew that he might not eat but she still hoped and waited.

The only thing worse than her nightmares about her Chutki , was the nightmares she had been having about losing Shivaay. She would sometimes get up with a jump yelling Nahii as Shivaay made her give him a divorce, in a similar manner to the way he had once threatened to in the past. The past she had though they'd left behind. He was oblivious to Annika's torturous nightmares because, as of this month when the major fights started, they had been sleeping separately.

She was going through an emotional breakdown within herself and felt a numbness throughout her body. Her depression could not be controlled. Her swollen eyes, before she knew it, shut down on her , giving them comfort and easing the burning.

About an hour later Shivaay returned home. He was much calmer now. It had been a stressful past few weeks, struggling to bring the company up again, restore it to its prior fame which had slightly dwindled thanks to his "Mother" and all the speculation about Anika's past and his background with Mahi. He lost it earlier and instead of giving her the silent treatment which he did to prevent saying things to hurt her, he really did explode and shout at her. He planned to talk to his Annika. He could not bear what they were going through, he felt as though he was Stone Singh Oberoi indeed. Every time he wanted to get closer to her and make up, he felt he wasn't worthy and would push her away again, only in fear of hurting her more. The sight that met his eyes made fresh tears well up.

His Annika, sat crouched on the chair by the dining table, laying her head on the table. Her face was wet with tears, and the usually bright and chirpy Annika was gone. Her face looked tensed and immensely sad. Is this what I have caused? He cursed himself. He made his way toward her and saw the dinner she had on the table for them. Guilt washed over him as he realized his wife had been making so many efforts to mend their relationship, even making his favourite pasta which was beyond tasteless according to her. He put it into the fridge and went back to her. Gently, he lifted her, trying his best not to wake her. He carried her to her room, gingerly placing her on the bed. He covered her with the blanket and knelt at her bedside. He stretched out his palm, a tear falling from his eye, to touch her face. He hadn't felt her skin in so long. She seemed sick, emotionally and physically. She hadn't been eating well he noticed. She looked pale and his guilt doubled up as he withdrew his hand.

He was about to leave when her pants startled him. He looked to her and saw her panting, a terrified expression on her sleeping face, as she turned her head from side to side.

Her skin was glistening, beads of sweat plastered across her forehead. He went forward and sat on the bed, holding her hand.

Annika' he called. Wake up, it's just a dream' he tried to speak in a calm voice. She woke with a jolt, and crashed herself in his arms.

She bawled and sobbed continuously.

Please Shivaay . Don't leave me. I'll change, I'll do anything but I can't bear to lose someone else.' She said coughing up her tears.

He shushed her, passing his hand over her hair repeatedly to soother her. She gripped his shirt, crying incessantly.'Nahii'

pleaseee' she clasped her hands together and groaned between her tears.

Shivaay's heart broke into ten thousand pieces seeing her like this.

He crushed her into him and rubbed her back.

Calm down, I'm not leaving you Annika, Shhh , it's just a nightmare' He kissed her hair and said sweet nothings into her ears to pacify.

She stopped her hysteric behavior after a few minutes and realized their position. She pulled away, and her eyes opened wide.

In the past month they hadn't been that close.

Are you okay?'

yes, I'm fine. Sorry to disturb you.'

Annika'

What?'

"Please, come on let us eat dinner'

I am not hungry, but I kept food on the table for you, go ahead. Goodnight'

Her cold tone made him crash.

Don't.'

His hurt voice made her look up to him.

Don't hurt yourself because of me, I'm not worth it.'

Kya?'

I'm sorry for all the pain I have been causing you. I don't even know why we are in this position today. We just keep making things more difficult than they are, me especially. Believe me, I am sorry, if not, at least don't be unfair to yourself and put your health to risk'

Shivaay there you go again. Why are you so obsessed with the idea that you're not worth me or that you're just going to repeat your past mistakes and you will hurt me?'

Annika, look at you! You have never been like this. I can't bear to see you like this. I can't bear to look at you and see what I have made you become' he said before tearing up.

No Shivaay. We're just... Complicated ... to stubborn to work it out. But that doesn't mean we don't belong together. We are both changing, for each other. You've changed. And you said that didn't you? That throughout this journey we'd keep changing. For this relationship, for us. So why are you backing off now? I know that ever since Pinky aunty... I mean we can't change what happened, we can't who people are Shivaay. But the least we can do is not let those things put a stain on our future, our present right here. Between us. You don't need to push me away, why can't you let me in. I know what I am to you, I see the way you look at me. You don't say anything but your eyes and your actions speak volumes, Shivaay. And I've never complained, never asked you to say it. I thought that's the bond that we shared, it's understood... but lately I feel like.. I don't even know anymore."

I never wanted to hurt you. I'm just.. stupid.. and emotionally challenged. I can't express myself Annika. Moreover, after everything, it's been difficult for me to express myself to you. My own mother... I can't believe she played such dirty games with you, and you... you forgave her. You still look at me the way you do, when I am the reason for your tears.' he laughed through his tears.

Stupid kanji aankhen wala Bhagad Billa. I thought you understood me well. You brain really is khali. Ghiske hua hain aap. You know, I keep thinking that we're just moving further and further away from each other, so much that one day ...it would be just like before... Except worst.'

Kabhi nahi. Annika, no matter what happens, aap jante hai, I'm a little weak when it comes to words but I have been trying, to change for you, to express myself and to tell you, to show you what you mean to me. You're my wife, you're my strength. I rather fight with you than be away from you.'

Annika sharply inhaled, and her red eyes overflew with tears. Of relief.

She grabbed him and shoved herself into his arms, weeping.

You're so stupid. You know, you had me going crazy. I thought that... I would lose you. I even have these nightmares where you want to get a divorce from me, you idiot. And you call me stupid?' she yelled

Okay fine, I admit, I'm Stupid Singh Oberoi sometimes.!' he said trying to make her laugh.

Annika didn't laugh. He wiped the grin off his face and caressed her cheek, looking into her eyes, pouring all of his love into hers.

Listen, don't ever think like that. It hurts me. You can't possibly lose me, because I can't ever let you go. I never said it, but it's true. Om, Rudra, Dadi, they were all right. I never acknowledged how much you affected me, not when I graciously wanted you to try my exclusive SSO Kaali Coffee hoping you would like it, not when I kept looking for reasons to argue with you, not when I nearly lost my breath when you fainted for Janmashtami. I never ever wanted to accept that a mere, chawl girl, with no wealth, family name, linage or blood could shake me, the Shivaay Singh Oberoi. But you did, Annika..." He held her hands in his as his voice softened.

"You shook the ground I stood on the very instant you dared to smash my windscreen" He chuckled dryly while Annika flushed.

"You were this crazy, unpredictable storm that rummaged through my life. You taught me new words that irritated the shit out of me, but eventually, it started to sound cute when you said it. I grew accustomed to you, so much so that I was even more detached from my fiance. Every time you evoked feelings in me, I retaliated by shouting at you, or by taking things further with Tia. I remember before our wedding, when Papa and Bade Papa were accused, I was wishing for a miracle, because marrying Tia felt so wrong. But I'd never give myself the easy way out by admitting that it was something to do with you. When I thought you were going to confess your feelings to me, I found a new reason to conceal what was brewing inside me. You were faltering, and this could not be a two way thing , so I retaliated again. Every step of the way I reacted. To you. To what I was beginning to feel for you. After I beat up those goons when you saved me from Gayatri's murder case, every single word I told you was true. Everything, came straight from the heart that Shivaay Singh Oberoi was not allowed to have for anyone but his family. I still remember how it felt to pull you close, to sleep in your lap. But those were dreams, and I am not a day dreamer. I proposed Tia right after, hurting us both, but I think I hurt myself more. When Daksh stormed in, for the first time in my life, I felt jealous. Shivaay Singh Oberoi, who was engaged to be married, felt jealous of his best friend because of his liking for his wedding planner. I cringed at the thought of you in Daksh's arms. Then I realized, I'd cringe at the thought of you with anyone else... but me. But the universe was in my brain's favour. Just when I was being pulled back in, Daksh pulled his trump card and I, being the arse that I tend to be, believed him. I was a broken man, because the woman I was trying not to be in love with wasn't mine anymoren. The I was shattered because you never were mine, or anyone's, you were always Annika. And I was always Shivaay, Shivaay Singh Oberoi, Tia's fianc. And like the brooding psychopath I am, I announced my wedding. What I was beginning to feel was not allowed, Shivaay Singh Oberoi was not allowed, so I decided to marry Tia, my escape from what was about to overtake my very existence. I could go on and on, but I know it's late and you're probably tired. What I am trying to say is that, we have history. Weird, vengeful history. But we also have those moments when we helped each other, saved each other, laughed with/at each other. All through it, my heart was trying to tell me it's okay, it's okay to feel. And I kept denying it. But today I need to tell you Annika, I didn't fall in love with you. Because nothing about loving you seems like falling. I rose in love. I became better, I became twice the man I was, I learnt many things, but most of all I learnt to love myself enough to let myself love you. And now, nothing can stop me. You can't lose me. We can't get lost now, Annika, we've only just found each other...It feels weird and clich to say three words that can't begin to explain what I really feel for you but I know you'd go on and on if I don't say it directly after such a long speech so...Annika... my Ani.. my Paanika... If love really does exist, I guess this is it, I love you"

"...You can say something... anytime now.." He grinned a little, looking at her tear stained face, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks, he could tell she was still processing his every word. She was dumbstruck.

"You're a strange man... Sometimes you say so little, sometimes you say so much. I ... I don't know what to say."

"Say anything... maybe you could tell me you love me too?" he raised his eyebrow, and gave her a smirk.

"How do you know that I do? You just have to win don't you? Such a long speech, so now it's gonna sound so small when I tell you."

"Nahi Annika, it's not about the number of words, it's about the feeling behind those words. Don't belittle yourself because I think we both know how small the Great SSO can be at times. Besides, I think the whole world knows that you love me" He said righteously.

"What have I done? I really married this kanji aankhen stuck up bhagad billa? So much confidence?"

"Your eyes, they give me confidence. You think you can hide it, but every time I look at you, I know."

She sighed. "So I guess Billuji and Paanika finally have their happy ending, huh?"

"This is only the beginning" he whispered, kissing her hand gently.

"Remember when we were stuck in that cottage, and your allergy triggered and you were unconscious?"

"Hmmm?" he probed, baffled why she was changing the topic.

"When I thought I lost you, I realized. All long I knew I was affected, I cared a little, maybe more than a little, but when I saw my life flash before me without you, I knew. I knew that I had done the very thing I'd be damned for. I had fallen in love. And no matter how much I tried to shake it I knew it wouldn't leave me. I had told Malika I wanted to experience that crazy pagalpan that comes with love once in life, even though I didn't think it would ever happen. Be careful what you wish for because I fell in love with one man I always thought won't even accept me fully as his wife, who was from a different world, who had a completely different outlook on life. I was afraid. I was strong, independent, I had always been this way, I was never going to let love come in the way. I never wanted to need someone, or want to let myself lean on someone. That's why I hid from you after. Then slowly with the increasing drama and pulling myself together I was okay again. But that's what it's like Shivaay. It's terrifying loving you. And just when we settled down, we started being different, all these fights, I was beyond scared."

"I can understand Annika... But listen to me. Let's promise each other to always talk like this, the way we are talking now, okay? We talk out things, always."

"Pinky promise?" she asked.

"Pinky promise" he confirmed, grasping her finger with his.

Just then a chime filled the air, and as they looked at the clock, it was 12 :00 am.

"Happy anniversary!' both whispered. Shivaay leaned down to kiss her forehead. And held her tightly in his arms, which no longer felt as foreign as they had been lately. Shivaay pulled away first, placing his hand on her neck. I missed you so much" he whispered, tilting his head downwards towards her lips.

She giggled, and jumped off the bed.

"What are you doing?' She went into her closet and took out a bag.

With a smile, she handed it to him, "Happy anniversary, Shivaay. Our first year together."

"Come here" he said and pulled her into his lap, one arm around her waist, the other investigating the gift in her lap.

"You didn't have to..." He started.

"But I wanted to, besides it's sort of for both of us!" she cut him off.

He opened the wrapping with her help and what he saw had him spell-bound.

"Annika... how... I mean... I ,,, Fhat the Wuck! Where did you get all these?"! He said in disbelief.

She had gifted him a black and silver frame work which contained six vertical photos side by side in a horizontal line, black vines entwining the edges and spotted with tiny silver roses.

The six pictures were in this order.

First, one with her standing with the bat, on the other side of his car, ready to smash it, their first meeting.

Second, a very zoomed in version of the Janmashtami picture.

Third, which was the most horrifying yet it was also his favourite, was a picture of Annika in Shivaay's arms, the night of their party when they were both drunk, talking to each other.

Then was a picture of Shivaay and Annika, holding Ganapati Bappa's Murti for Visarjan.

Following that was a picture of Shivaay staring at Annika during Karva Chauth while she was decorating with diyas.

Next up was a wedding picture, both of them in their wedding attire, standing at the entrance of the OM, her hand in his.

"Rudy and Om are our biggest fans, and Khannaji, well he's fan#1" she grinned.

"But this third picture , how..."

"Uhhh yeah I think they're gonna eat our brains when they see us. I managed to escape Rudra's teasing because I had to run off to get them framed. Turns out he had pictures and an entire video of us. Apparently what we deleted was on his phone, but it was already backed up on his account so he found it on his laptop."

"Oh no" Shivaay groaned.

"What oh no? Huh? Such a khidkitod picture and that's what you're saying? Oh no?" She scolded.

"Accha acha theek hai, waise aapki gift bhi khidkitod hain" he smiled. " I love it, we should put this in our room"

"That's what I thought. I thought gifting you this might be a way for us to make up" she smiled sadly.

"It's beautiful. All these moments captured into this frame. Our first meeting.. huh.. who would've thought?" he scoffed a little, shaking his head at the treasure sitting in his lap.

She looked at him, and smiled, a smile that breathed peace and warm and love. Finally there were here. Looking into her eyes, he leaned forward slightly, to rest his forehead against hers as he breathed a "Thank You" onto her lips. She shut her eyes as his hot breath fanned her, making her squirm and urging her heartbeat to take off as if it were a plane on a runway.

"I love you, Shivaay" she said so softly, it was almost inaudible.

And with slight smile, he leaned in completely, removing the tiny space that was left between them. The second his lips touched hers, her hands reached up, one gently rested where his neck met his right shoulder, the other on the left side, inside the collar of his shirt, touching his neck, photo frame long forgotten and placed aside.

She had never kissed anyone before but it did not matter, she could tell this was it. What was inexperience when she was already home? And she pressed her lips against his, before he could part from hers. Shivers cascaded down her spine as he pecked her again, with more force this time, his thumb rubbing circles where he held her at her waist. He pulled back to look at her, she blushed ferociously but met him eye to eye. This was his Billi, his Paanika who was his equal. Takkar ki.

He raised a hand to stroke her neck as she shuddered under his touch, and pulled him closer to her, gracing his lips with a chaste kiss. He deepened the kiss and she responded with equal passion, wetting his lips with her own, slightly parting them as he invaded her. He kissed her in a way that reminded her of how much older he was. He emanated that manly stature, the faint smell of his cologne mixed with sweat from a long day, his own personal scent causing havoc to her senses. That dominating manly power intrigued her yet never let her feel any less in control. She realized in future, she would sometimes need him to have his way with her.

He drew back for a breath of air while she placed a kiss on his cheek. Her incessant giggling, broke him out of his stupor of her hands and lips on him.

"Do you really have to laugh like a maniac right this moment?" he said, shaking his head and she bit down on her own lips trying to hold back her laughter.

She nodded "no" to prove to him she could stop giggling but he knew better.

"Oh just go ahead," he said and she burst out in splits of laughter.

"My pagli biwi" he sighed.

"Your beard, it's scratchy. It's tickling me" she grinned.

"Accha ji?" he grinned and leaned to brush his cheek on hers, and he smiled as his wife giggled in his arms, throwing her head back as he tried to scratch his beard onto her face and neck.

"Shivaayyy" she chided.

Finally he stopped and he burst out laughing too.

"I'm not gonna shave it" he declared.

"Ay don't you dare shave!" she warned.

"Okay I wasn't going to. I thought because It's scratchy you'd want me to, after all, you are gonna be in this um area lot more now, aren't you"

"Cheapde!"

"Listen I'm not a cheapde okay, I'm your husband, you can kiss me. In fact I think you should kiss me" he titled his head sideways, remembering when he said similar dialogues to her about hugging her.

Blushing she replied boldy, "I can, after all I'm Mrs Shivaay Singh Oberoi, I can do anything. Besides, Its okay if it tickles, I always did like your beard anyway" she admitted coyly, her index finger stroking his beard near the corner of his mouth down to his cheek.

"Hmmm. I always knew you used to check me out"

"Whatever. Do you want someone else to check you out?"

"Of course not."

"Sure? I mean maybe the universe has someone else who can check you out?" she taunted, stressing on universe and he rolled his eyes.

"Nahi, Only my wife is allowed look at me with that 2Rs look." He smirked, pulling her in for a kiss again, but he stopped midway much to her frustration.

"Now you should eat! I know you haven't eaten, so come on'

"I'm not hungry

"Annika, stop starving yourself! We're okay now, now come and eat'

"Actually I really am not hungry. You can go ahead but I'm full.' She said truthfully.

"Oh You're full huh? No jism ki bhook?" Shivaay smirked.

"Shut up. I am not hungry, I don't want dinner."

"Me too, actually. Let's go then!"

"Kahan?'

And with that he stood and lifted her into his arms.

"To our room. I've missed you sleeping next to me.'

"I missed kicking you too, meri football' she cheered childishly and pinched his cheeks as he carried her princess style into their room. He placed the frame on their dresser, admiring it for a few moments.

He laid her on the bed and pecked her cheek before going to their bathroom for a quick shower. When he was done, he got in with her. Facing each other, they wrapped their arms around each other.

"How did we go a month without this?' Annika asked amused.

"I really have no idea. But that was the first and last time.'

"Good' she replied.

Their conversation stopped as Shivaay got lost in her eyes, and a serious look overcame him.

"I.. love.. you. Mrs Annika Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Thank you for being a part of my life, and don't ever forget how important you are.'

Annika, overwhelmed by the moment, kissed his forehead while he swirled his fingertips on her arm. He sealed her lips with a kiss. A kiss of reassurance, a kiss to make up... a kiss of pure love.

The rest of their night was spent proving their love to each other. Their kisses never ended, and I love you had become a chant being repeated. Both lay tangled in each other's arms. It was 4 :00 am when they wished each other happy anniversary again.

"Shivaay?"

"Hmmm?" he groaned, half asleep.

"Youre awake!"

"No Annika, I'm sleeping'

She wacked his arm, "Woh... I gave you a gift na?"

"Haan, I loved it. Thank you."

"Aur mere liye?"

"Kya?"

"What did you get me?"

"Oh, I am sorry, in all the drama I forgot to get you something" he said sheepishly.

"Wah, Aap na, kabhi nahi badal sakte" she yelled, gathering the sheets around her and was about to get off the bed but Shivaay pulled her back with such a force she landed on top him.

"So where does my Paanika want to go for our honeymoon? I couldn't organize for out of the country tickets within the short time, but I hope out of the city is good enough for you."

"Honeymoon?"

"Honeymoon"He nodded.

"Uhhh I don't.."

"You know, like what we just did.. hm? Honeymoon, just you and me?" he teased.

She paid him back with interest, pinching his tummy under the sheets that they were wrapped up in.

"Ouchh. Is this the way you treat your pati parmeshwar?"

"Pati parmeshwar meri chappal"

"Accha theek hai. Lekin seriously, Annika, we never got to go on a honeymoon, in fact we never did anything the normal way. So even this is okay, going on our honeymoon one year after. So... will you go to Goa with me?"

"But Shivaay, you have work, and then what would everyone say?"

"I've spent my life working my ass off, for myself, for everyone, for this family, for our reputation. For the first time I want to sit back and enjoy life. No clients, no work, no Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Just Shivaay and Annika. Am I not allowed to be a little selfish sometimes? Besides, OmRu and SoumRi would agree, and Dadi will send us off and tell us to stay as long as we want. Mom Dad Badi ma and Badi Papa too will be happy for us to go. So now as I have become my own lawyer, will you let me win this case and let me whisk you away to Goa?"

"On one condition."

"What's that?"

" We're going on vacation. No SSO right? So please don't take me to a resort with swimming pools and beaches and what not in a typical three piece SSO suit"

"You don't like my suits. Fhat the Wuck" he fake pushed her away from him.

"Ofc not, I love checking you out in those suits" she teased, snaking her arms around his neck.

"But, It's just weird I mean, you're on vacation, no work, no work clothes. Will you go to the beach with your suit? Hm? Nahi na. Aur waise bhi I know you do own at least one casual wear so... Deal?"

"How about I wear what I'm wearing right now, huh?" she felt his hand trailing down from the small of her back.

"Cheapde! Answer me." She smacked his hand away.

"You didn't call me a cheapde just now now did you?" he smirked, leaning in, pretending he was going to kiss her, as she tilted her head up in expectation.

"You're really a beastly Bhagad Billa" she muttered before claiming his lips, frustrated with how he could tease her when they were both totally naked pressed up against each other.

"My feisty Paanika is a good match" he said breathless, as she kissed down his neck. He held the back of her neck, running his hands through her long tresses he oh so loved, urging her to continue her sweet torture when she stopped, and never had he felt so helpless. Suddenly she sat up.

"Mr Shivaay Singh Oberoi, Deal manzoor hain?" she cocked her head to the side, straddling him, holding his hands against the pillow on either sides of his head. He tried to move toward her but she promptly stopped him. He raked his eyes over her body, hovering over him.

"You're getting like me, har cheez ek deal hi hota hai na?" he said huskily, trying to contain his racing heart and who knows what else as his naked wife was on top of him, hair messy from their hours of love making, lips swollen, faint red marks across her collar bones, not to mention the fierceness and confidence, and raw love and passion with which she looked at him. They were equals, they had become so comfortable with each other, she matched him up on every level. There she was, clearly aroused but sitting coolly, as if she had not a single care in the world, waiting for him to give in. Damn she really is my wife.

"Shivaay, no deal no honeymoon!" she whined like a little kid.

"Fine deal. Now let go of me and let me kiss you, you crazy woman!" he said frustrated, and simultaneously she freed his hands which flipped her over, allowing him to lay over her and bury her into his love.

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Totally loved it.

Shivaay distancing himself from her, Anika's condition... Lack of communication between them..

First part was emotional...

Loved both parts dear.

Rudy has video of party😆

Loved everything, every single line dear.

Waiting for next part..

Update soon...😊

i really loved this...

Ya it was too emotional at the beginning...

Ya lack of communication cause so many problems in relationships...issues can be easily sorted out when they sit and discuss about it...but when we doesn't do that both of them will assume there own things and small problems will become a huge issue...but here i am happy that finally they talked and sorted out the issue and I loved the confession of Shivaay...its superb...The naughty side of Shivika is really cute

Loved reading it...much enjoyed. They are so capable of such honest conversations...would like to see more and more of it in the show.

Thank you so much😳