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A Collection of Fortunate Events

Okay so I am pretty bad with names. So, when I had to title this thread, I didn't know what to put here as. And then I thought of this... Fortunate events because the events in the fics written by me, are indeed fortunate because they caused these two characters/people Anika and Shivaay to meet, and whatever happenings that brought them together.

This, this exact scene was what, that pulled me to IB Who would believe, that I went to hotstar [that I ususally do not do] and watched and re watched it for 5+ times. And this particular scene dragged me to this forum too, for a permanent time.

This serial has indeed, given some of the amazing characters, couples and scenes. The credit of idea for this thread mainly and tremendously goes to - Farah [Farinaks] and Archie [_SilverLining_]🤗

And then another Sweetheart, Meeta,🤗

This is the result of our discussion that we had, on thread of 'Is it real?"

Originally posted by: _SilverLining_

Mujhe bhi ek copy chahiye😆
Seriously yaar I have so much to catch up, a book with all your works in one place might be the best thing for me!!😛

This is insane, I know.😆 But then, I love fulfilling demands if I can and then this crazy idea stuck in my mind and I ended up doing this. I haven't put everything I have written here, but then, 30 stories are already too much I believe🤣

So Archie, here you go with your book🤪

Some are on tracks [ have mentioned in them ] and many are off track. I hope you'll have a nice time reading this.😊

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Index:

Page 1

1. Maelstrom

2. Yen

3. Was It Because I Am Your Responsibility?

4. A Powerful Hold

5. An Interesting Meet

6. Rohit, Rohit and Rohit

7. I Trust You

Page 2

8. Always

9. You Don't Affect Me Anymore

10. You Are...

11. Promise

12. Trust

13. Peace

14. Soulmate

Page 3

15. You Are My Everything

16. Forever And Always

17. Inopinatum

18. His

19. His To Adore

20. Romance Personified

21. A Night To Remember

22. You Are The One I Love

Page 4

23.His Chocolate

24. A Living Death

25. I Promise...

26. Aayat

27. Unsaid

28. When Their Love Stood Strong

29. Her Stalker or?

30. Rain

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Loosely based on the track where Shivaay accuses Anika for getting PriVeer married, and largely on, AU track.

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Maelstrom

"Anika. I am sorry".

He mumbled for an apology for the nth time, burying his face in his palms. His knees drawn to his chest, back leaning against the wall as his unstable figure sat on the terrace. Shaken with the thought that he had again failed in trusting her, shook him to the extent where a tremendous things clouded his mind rather heart. He has had a pernicious effect on their relation, it had destroyed her peace, broken her and always accused her for something... she wasn't responsible for.

Not being perpetual in letting his faith in her, he often ended up causing her humiliation... she did not deserve. That very thought, perforate his heart. Burdened due to his indifference towards her, his heart began to palpitate more and more.

Indeed, he cared for her. Undoubtedly, he always tried to protect her. May be, he even loved her but then, what was the reason, he always chose to believe everything else over her? At one time Daksh... at one time his mother... and now Ranveer! He could have stayed firm, by her side, letting everyone know, no matter what, he knows she can't do anything of that sort. It would have been fine, if anyone else doubted her but not him! Definitely not he!

He must have his answers today. Forcing his legs to get out of the place, where he felt suffocated, where he had suffocated her, he lifted himself up, and left the place, that was his home, wandering on the empty roads, past midnight. Time and again, he was proving himself a dreadful malediction of her life. Say he was unfortunate or blind, he could never see through the wily machinations against her.

"I... I am sorry." He absent-mindedly apologized, on bumping into someone. Eyes shifted backwards, when a faint voice hit his ears, saying it wasn't a problem.The moment he turned, he was greeted with a mesmerizing smile of the man. He must be very old,Shivaay thought. Shivaay's eyes unknowingly beamed a smile despite of the tornado unsettling his heart, stealing a glance of the sheer white clothing, the man had worn. "Sorry." Unable to resist the urge inside him, he once again apologized only to get another infectious smile of the man. "I got to go." Blinking eyes with a strange feeling, Shivaay turned; ready to walk again on the path, whose destination was unknown.

"What's wrong?" Shivaay's couldn't step forward hearing the old man's question that had left him surprised. "Wrong? What's wrong? There is nothing wrong." Shivaay blabbered, looking back at him.

"Like you must have thought, I am very very old. I have seen this world a lot than anyone else, Son. Tell me. I might be able to help something." The man spoke in his tender voice, leaving an astonished Shivaay. Despite of looking so aged, his voice sounded so clear. Wait! How did he know what did I think about him? Come on, it isn't a rocket science. Shivaay argued back to himself.

"My home is in this direction. You can walk with me and share what is bothering you. If I could help, I would be glad or else you on your way and I... in my home." Not giving Shivaay a chance to deny, he started walking and Shivaay couldn't help but increased his speed and made his way along with him."So... let out everything."

Shivaay sighed. "I could not be a good husband. I have always put my wife in troubles. I have insulted her so many times whereas she has always been someone, who stood beside me in my hard times, always supported me in the ways she could and when she needed me, I couldn't keep my trust on her." Hanging his head down, Shivaay spoke in a feeble voice, but kept walking.

"Hmm." The old man responded as if was showing that he was listening and thinking over it. "So what exactly is bothering you?" He again asked. Shivaaay stopped, his brows narrowing. I did tell him. Why is he again asking? Probably he didn't hear properly, age to be blamed. He decided to repeat himself from start. "I could not be a good..."

"I heard it. I am not asking what wrong you did. I am asking, now, what is bothering you?" The old man put more clarity in his question, cutting off Shivaay. Shivaay ran behind him to match up to his pace as he had reached a bit far. If Shivaay's mind had not occupied with his very own set of thoughts, he would have stopped to think how he could hear that man's voice as if he stood beside him when he was walked quite a distance ahead of him.

Silence engulfed the soul, Shivaay thought over hisquestion. He peeked inside him, in order to find the answer. What exactly was bothering him?

Her unshed tears when his eyes shimmered with the doubt!

Her disappointed face when he chose to believe rest instead of her!

Her broken soul when he accused her for destroying his sister's life!

Her shaken self when he abandoned her!

Her torn heart when he walked away from her, verbalizing, the most unpleasant words, he could ever use.

Her... Her... and Her...

It was only about her.

Her pain was saddening him. Her grief was torturing him. She was bothering him.

Shivaay looked at the old man. He was already smiling, as if he knew, Shivaay had got his answers. "Do you love your wife?" This man was going to hit all the right points today.

"I... uh... oh..." Shivaay stuttered, fumbled. He ran his hand through his hairs, in his usual style, trying to come up with some words but he failed and he terribly failed, like always.

"There is no place for I' uh' oh' here. Either you love her or you don't. There is no third possibility." The old man said, calmly. His voice had an altogether different soothing feel, which was out of Shivaay's understanding.

Closing eyes momentarily, her face flashed before his eyes, the time and moments they had spent together played like a movie as if he was reliving them. "I don't understand what love is." Shivaay blankly said. Was he lying? Probably he wasn't.

He still was the same Shivaay Singh Oberoi who struggled in confessing his feelings!

His gestures might have made it visible at times, but he still couldn't bring himself to say what he felt for her!

"Really?" The old man laughed. "Everyone knows love Son. Everyone does. It's just some doesn't wish to accept and you," he looked at Shivaay and patted his shoulder, "seem to be one in that category."

Bewildered, Shivaay stared at the man, who seemed to have known him more than how much he himself did. "You are so in distress because you are not able to bear that she is in pain. Your heart isn't at peace because you know, she must be crying somewhere, out there. You are wandering here because you are not able to take it, that you have hurt her. You may have caused her pain by leaving her hand when she needed you the most but you have punished the same hand after you realized. Am I wrong?"

Shivaay's eyes showed surprise again, rather confusion. The man was right, indeed. Whenever he had hurt her, he had punished himself. This thing was hidden from everyone, even from Anika.

"I can't walk more with you. I have showed you the way. Now you have to make it alone. Remember one thing always, where there is love, doubts cannot have a place. If you love her, then you must trust her, no matter what happens. Life will not always give you a second chance to make up for the mistake you have done. You keep blaming god if the person you love, disappears from your life but god isn't heartless. He has given everyone their enough time together, it's on you, how you utilize it... If you can't respect her, then don't blame god later on, if she doesn't stay in your life. Love is always about nourishing than doing. Pyar karte to sab log hai... lekin har koi nibha nahi pata. Esa kuch mat karna... ke tum bhi unn logo me gum ho jao."

"Marna hai to kahi aur jake maro. Meri gadi ki samne se hato." Shivaay's head snapped back, hearing the horn and the screaming of the driver inside the car who was waving at him displeasingly to get out of his way.

The old man... Shivaay quickly stepped off the road, and rushed back, looking for him but couldn't find him. He wondered where he could possibly vanish. There was nothing much there except a temple, he presumed when the sound of bells fell in his ears. Surprised, he looked front... he was in a little distant from his Oberoi Mansion.

He was home. With the stranger's words putting him in a zone, battling with what exactly was in his heart, he made his way inside his home, towards her. With every step he was taking towards her, his heart was settling at peace, his answers were strengthening, his doubts were vanishing.

Clouds sidelined, bringing up the sun.

He, now, knew what he wanted!

And promising, himself to do every possible thing to earn what he wanted rather than getting, he stepped, breathing peacefully in the place that was suffocating him before a while...

Ho Hamsafar Na Tera Jab Kahi, Saya Mera Rahega Tab Kahi...

Tujhse Kabhi Na Ek Pal Bhi Mai Juda...

Tu Na Jaane, Aas Paas Hai Khuda...

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A post leap shot when Shivaay catches Anika's sight for the first time, in her chawl from the window.

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Yen

Tu Hai To Mera Vajood Hai, Tu Hai To Meri Talash Hai...

Tu Hai To Shaame Khushnuma, Tu Hai To Lab Ki Pyas Hai...

Back. She was back, again.

Why didn't you come back earlier? Was what, he was willing to ask but he couldn't afford that and ended up with, what are you doing here?

Even if he managed well to sham that she, now, was no one to him but he could never withstand her presence. He could never resist his feelings, whenever he felt her aura around him. Despite of the fact that his eyes could not catch her sight, the change of air always alerted his heart whenever she was closer.

Pale with grief, he was bowed down beneath the burden of the woes... the woes gifted by her.

That night, when he stepped in her chawl, he saw her, for the first time after three months. He should wonder the most, why exactly he was there in the first place. If things to be remember, he hated even her name then why would he decide to be there where sheentirely was. But then, it wasn't his fault either. He hadn't come there on his own, rather was forced by some insane part in his body, many referred... heart as.

Stealing a glance of her, after the time span of three months there, was surely a windfall, though he would never admit that. He had stilled when his gaze refused to look away from her face. Her eyes were fixed, up, towards the sky. She hadn't spared a look to anything except it and that flashed him a memory from the past lanes.

"What... what exactly is up there? You are telling me straightaway today. No complicated words and nothing. It's the third time; I have caught you like this. Is anything wrong with you?"

She faintly smiled when her husband showered her with a bunch of questions. Clearly, he was concerned. "My guardians are up there, Shivaay .Whenever I feel that I am losing, I look at them and silently have a conversation with them about what is going wrong. They may not reply me back directly but they do listen. I share my worries, sorrows and grief with them and I... feel light but I don't do this every time because I know, even they are busy," she giggled, "only when things are too bad for me to handle." A lone tear escaped her eye and her voice sounded heavy.

He slipped besides her, wounding his arm around her shoulder and let her head rest on his shoulder, shifting closer. "You used to this in orphanage, right?" She merely whispered yes, closing her eyes. "But now, you don't have to. You now... have me for sharing everything, alright? You don't have to talk with them who cannot reply you directly but with me, who can and will solve your every problem before it hurts you."

"I know, Shivaay."

"What is disturbing you?"

"Ah, Shivaay... this Kamini drama has raised my anxiety level; bringing back the ache I was shielding myself from by caging it somewhere. She freed it. When my parents left me to deal with this world alone, I accepted it because I did not have another option, Shivaay. Oh and trust me, I do not hate them either because I don't know why they did what they did... they are even alive or not. So why should I hold any grudge against them? But now, that this thing has come up, she has faked being my mother... it... it just kinda freshened the pain, I had gone through and... It hurts Shivaay. These days have been mentally challenging for me, too much to bear actually. Many do not even remember the incidents of that tender age but I do. I do, Shivaay because the incidents are too horrible to be forgotten... the struggles are too hard to be flushed off... the pain is still too raw to let go."

"Anika," he lifted his hand to cup her cheek and wiped off the veneer of tears on them. "Shh... it ended. Don't remember that." What she had gone though was unimaginative for him. He could never understand what she had faced but he was trying and that mattered. He could not bring her childhood back to her but that night, he promised himself again, that he would keep her unharmed, away from every hurt. She would never see the time again, she had seen once. She would never long for the affection, love and care again. She would never. He dropped her, a forehead kiss, still holding her.

He obviously wasn't unaware, how much the recent incident had affected her but to that extent... he hadn't imagined. He had been seeing her from past two nights... sitting and staring at the sky. Her eyes were haunting that used to be laid above but that day, he had seen them vacuous and that was scary. Anger, care, love, wrath, disappointment was normal in her eyes but he could never bear having them empty, devoid of any emotion and they were exactly the same, now. That night, his hold around her was tightened yet gentle, a gesture to assure her, to promise her that no matter what, he would always be there for her, right beside her, to protect her, to hear out her worries, to do everything to get her out of them, to adore her in a way she deserved to get adored, to shower her with the love and care she had been deprived of.

He was snapped out of the beautiful flashback with the hit on his car.

"Give us the money you have."

Oh some roadside Gunde-Mawali! He shifted his gaze from them to her only to find the place empty that initially had her. Only he knows what he was thinking before he pulled out his wallet, unclasped his watch and kept on the bonnet of the car. "You want this?"

Of course we do. This man seems crazy. Is this even a question to ask?

"Hit me then."

Oh now it is confirmed. He is indeed crazy. Firstly he is so easily gave in and now, he wants us to hit him. Either he is a psycho or a heartbroken. Only those can talk this way.

"Shivaay." She gasped, her heart clenched in horror and unknown fears as her mangulsutra slipped off her neck. Firmly gripping it, she brought it closer to her heart. Eyes filling with tears, she kissed it, silently praying everything to be fine with him.

A punch on his cheek and she felt herself engulfing with the darkness. He is fine. Of course, he has to be. What will happen to him? She was reminding herself but what she was feeling was certainly too strong to be ignored. Breathe Anika, just breathe.

A knee kick, in his stomach and she stepped out of her room, unable to handle the raising fear. I'll just get some fresh air. I need it badly. Descending down, she pushed the strands of her hairs that came over her face, blocking her view as the cold breeze increased its speed and she had barely taken a step or two when she was froze in her track.

Shivaay!

What is he doing here? She was yet to acknowledge the presence of other people and notice his injuries and that was when one of those men hit him on his forehead and she screamed his name. He hadn't even looked at her yet he smiled... a smile, mixed with bitter sweet emotions rather realizations.

"Leave him." She quickly lowered her pitch, pretending to walking up to them when in reality, she was rushing. Those men looked at each other first, then at him and then at her.

Oh so he belonged to the heartbroken' category.

Without feeling need to converse with her, they picked up his wallet and watch and started to leave when she tried going behind them. She being Anika, how could she let them go with his money when she felt her wrist gripped... An easy pull and she was over him, again just like how she used to be.

Long. It had been long to be that closer to him. It had been long to be in his arms. It had been long to stare in those eyes. Long. It had been real long.

So... the connection hadn't broken yet. She still felt whenever he was in any danger. Her heart still tells her? Her heart was still his? She was still his?

Composing her, repeating in mind over and over that she could not afford letting her mask fall in front of him, she stepped back, maintaining a safe distance from him. If she had been there like that for even more a minute, she would have thrown away everything and just embraced him, confessing how much she loved him and what it was to see her in that state.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, her gaze still scanning his body for the wounds that was pricking her heart. Oh how much she wished, she could just scold him for getting beaten. Of course, she knew that he purposefully did it, didn't she? All she wanted was to dress his wounds but she could not do it, could she?

He had stared at her for don't know how long, refraining himself from coming with a single word before turned his back and left. He left. He left? She took some moments to let that sink in her system. His hurt self came before her eyes and she frantically searched for her phone.

"Hello... Rudra, he is hurt. Please take care of him. Take him to the doctor."

A night... he had come back spending a night in the jail. Probably no one understood the reason why he locked himself willingly there and no one ever would. Was he himself even clear about the reason? May be he was. Okay... just may be.

He wanted some time with himself to sort out the messed up things in his life and in Oberoi Mansion; he couldn't have done that, could he? Certainly not. But then why jail? May be because, it again associated him with past.

"This is not your home. This is my home."

The soon, he heard her saying that, he calmly replied. "Your illusion is good." At that point of time, he watched her face paling and he knew why. He wasn't reacting the predicted way. He was not the same. When she withdrawn herself from his life, she unknowingly took along a part of him, that had made him.

Bravo!

He must complement when he found her bracing herself again, showing him papers, attitude and many other things but nothing worked again. He quietly left from the hall, glancing at everyone.

"Now that you have graced this home with your presence... I won't let you leave, again." He pulled up the picture in his palm, keeping it in touch with his skin, his heart lied under. "Anika." He whispered momentarily closing his eyes.

He had a promise to keep and he would do it, at any expense.

A promise, he had made her and more to himself that night.

A promise to keep her unharmed,

A promise to keep her happy,

A promise to never leave her side,

A promise to be the ear to listen her worries so that she feels no need to share them with her guardians in the sky,

A promise to get her out of those problems,

A promise to love her the way she deserved to get loved.

She hadn't betrayed his trust and he had taken a long to actually realize it. Rather he had failed to keep his trust. She had a reason behind everything she pulled on, that day. She had. Now, he was assured of that. She loved him. She always did and to what extent, he had seen with naked eyes. She had risked her life just to save his. For once, he agreed that she wanted money but then, she didn't try to justify once when he was sending her... scratch that... throwing her out of his life. She was fighting blabbering her husband is earning and everyone is taking benefits and something of that sort... and she didn't say a word to him when he bring up the point of divorcing her. How could he be that blind to not see it earlier? It was planned. Everything was bloody damn planned. She didn't say anything; let him make her out of his life because that was what she wanted him to do. Why? He was yet to get to the answer of that but he would... soon. His recent encounter with her at her chawl, cleared the dust on his thoughts. Her lost figure, staring at the sky, holding the window bars hadn't yet faded from his mind. She was talking to her guardians and that meant...

I do this only when things are too bad for me to handle.

So things were too bad for her. Her presence when he was getting harmed again, made things brighter to him. She still got to know if he was in danger because the strings of their hearts were still connected. Like earlier times, her eyes spoke volumes and they did, again. It had been just merely a few moments, she had looked in his eyes when he had pulled her there, in her chawl and soon masked the person she wasn't but he had understood it. He had. Those eyes still reflected concern and love for him.

If only anger hadn't overpowered him that day, and he had tried to find out truth from her eyes, he would never have let her go but not anymore.

He still doesn't know the entire reality but he does know that she was lying back then. She loved him infinitely and he could, now see that clearly in her eyes and that was what mattered to him. He would find out the rest. He would find out what she was sharing with her guardians and he would get her out of it. He would make her admit that she loves him. He would make her, his Anika again who was now hiding behind the mask of someone else. He would.

She was his life. She was his existence. She brought out every emotion within him, right from anger to care, from annoyance to affection, from love to hatred. She made him, him. And when she vanished from his life, his life wasn't a life. It may be, for others but not for him. He was all fine to the world because he chose to present his that self to the rest but no one except him knew the vulnerable condition of his heart. She was the one, his life was colourful because of... colourful with every emotion, every feeling.

She was his pain and she was his medicine.

She was his fall and she was his rise.

She was his love and she was his life.

She was his yen. She was his urge. She was his longing.

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Note: Dargah meeting didn't happen here.

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A little background- This is after Tia exposed, Anika's fake ML track ended. Everyone from OM has gone somewhere [I don't know where. Assume as per your wish😆] except ShivIka. All is well between ShivIka😉

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Rohit, Rohit and Rohit😆😆

"Shut up, Anika."

"Why should I?"

"Anika, I said, shut up and leave me alone. I don't want to talk now."

"Do I look like your personal robot to you? Jab marzi hui baat karli aur jab marzi hui bahar nikal diya?"

"Ah, forget it. I... I saw it, okay?"

"What?"

"I am not fool alright? I clearly did see... how he was getting closer to you. Dekha maine, kaise chipak raha tha wo tumse."

"Oh my... Mr. Tadibaaz... The Shivaay Singh Oberoi is getting jealous... is it?"

Oh, how much she enjoyed that annoyed look on his face. She absolutely did. It's not every day; she gets to see the possessively jealous side of her husband. She must go and hug him who brought this side of Mr. SSO in front of her... If not him, she would have never be able to see how... how jealous he can be.

** Kuch Samay Pehle **

"Rohit?"

Anika asked out of surprise, on finding her childhood best friend, right at her door. It had been years, since she saw him last. He was one companion, friend, guide and more importantly someone, she could share her everything with, in her orphanage. But after few years, someone adopted him and thus, they never met after that. Even though, they never met after orphanage, they were in contact through phone but recently, many things happened in her life which didn't let her focus on anything else.

She had missed him, had missed her only friend, in past years. The first thing, she naturally did was, to run and hug him. Happily wrapping his arms around her back, he whispered, "Anika," with smile doesn't leaving his face even for a fraction of moment. "You weren't picking up my calls. I was worried." He added, in a concerned tone, breaking the hug.

"Sorry." She quickly mumbled an apology knowing he must have been tensed. "Just too much happened, in these days."

"You could have dropped a message Anika." Stepping closer to her, he almost said out in a complaining voice. She held her ears, making him smile fondly at her cuteness.

"How did you find the address by the way?" She was pretty curious as she never told him about her marriage or anything else.

"I am your best friend. Ab utna dhoonda to banta hai... Gorgeous." Leaning forward, he removed his glares, winking at her.

He hasn't changed. She laughed hearing his old way of addressing her. Hitting on his chest lightly, she shook her head, "Tum bhi na..."

"Come." Gripping his wrist, she dragged him to the couch. "You sit here. I'll be back with tea."

He nodded, letting her go.

She came back within five minutes with a cup of tea for him, and sat beside him, talking what they had missed about each other in past years.

"So, you married?" He asked, noticing the vermillion in her partition. She quickly said yes, with a smile crept on her lips. She skipped out the details of her marriage, along with the every-thing she had to face. Holding her hand, he brought it closer and kissed it, "I am so happy for you, Anika." Despite of being surprised, she simply smiled, knowing he loves her as a friend.

Unaware of them, a pair of eyes witnessed the entire scenario from upstairs. His fist clenched as his anger reached to the threshold, seeing a stranger getting so close to his wife. Possessiveness, jealousy, frustration... everything was evident, clear as crystal in his eyes. The burning gaze of him, setting an entire atmosphere on fire, a blazing tornado was brewing inside him, ready to explode at any moment, destroying each and everything.

"Shivaay..." She called, when she caught a glimpse of him, signalling him to come down, eager to introduce him to her best friend, little did she know, she was giving an open invitation to troubles for herself.

Descending down, he walked up to them, glaring at Rohit who stared back at him, wondering what exactly he had done to deserve the wrath of the man standing next to him.

"Rohit... Meet Shivaay, my husband and Shivaay, this is Rohit, my childhood best friend."

His muscles tensed when she finished introducing. Rohit. The first thing, his already crazy mind, could register was his name, Rohit. His gaze shifted and stuck on her, as he stared at her with a look screaming... Have-you-lost-it?

She found his behaviour... um... weird. She kept thinking of the possibilities that could have made him upset rather angry but she couldn't recall anything. In fact, surprisingly, they hadn't even fought since complete two days. Not even in her wildest thought, she could imagine that, Rohit could be the reason of his foul mood.

"Hello." Rohit forwarded his hand, towards Shivaay, greeting him while Shivaay still stood, unaffected with his any saying, still staring at his wife. She quickly walked closer to Shivaay, squeezing his arm lightly. As if it was going to help.

"Hi." Shivaay finally looked at the guy, who was so called best friend of his wife, the fact that was acting as a catalyst in his temper.

Rohit seemed to have sensed the tension in the air and the speedily dropping patience of Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Faking a call, he took a leave from there and he was out of OM within two minutes, leaving a confused Anika and fuming Shivaay behind.

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"What did you mean by that?" She asked innocently, pretending to be unaware of his every word.

"Don't act now. You very well know what and whom am I talking about. YOUR best friend... YOUR Rohit..." he exaggerated, emphasizing on YOUR'... She was laughing like a maniac, in her mind, but successfully controlled in front of him.

"Now I get it... why were you so desperate on using this name when you were faking ML... because that wasn't any random name... that person actually exists."

She was snapped out of her enjoying mode hearing his baseless logic. Well, that actually had logic. "Desperate? What rubbish?"

"Oh now I am getting everything. You like him, don't you?"

"Of course I do." She blurted out, and saw his forehead stretching and that's when she realized what she said, "I like him as a FRIEND." She corrected, sighing.

"As a friend... as a friend..." He laughed sarcastically, pacing in frustration.

"What are your favourite movies, Anika?" He asked, sweetly.

She held her head, irritated over his changing behaviour. Calm down, Anika. May be he had realized. She made herself understand and thought a while, "Um... Kaho na pyar hai." She said out, remembering her all time favourite movie.

"What IS the name of hero in movie?"

"Rohit," she replied in a obvious tone and gazed in his eyes, getting what he was trying to do. She slapped her head.

"Come on, one more. Koi Mil gaya, thats also your favourite movie right? It again, involves a hero named ROHIT."

"Oh god." She sat on bed, hearing at her husband's ever so unusual way of speaking. Since when, he had started talking this way?

"By the way, how do you know about these? As far as I know, you are pappu' in knowledge of hindi movies."

"Google." He ran his hand through his hairs, answering.

"Mujhe to pata hi nahi tha, aap mere bare me itna sochte hai ke mere movies ke bare me search karte hai..." She said dreamily but soon came back to reality with his glares.

"Like those movies, you also wanted your hero Rohit' right?" Now the jealousy was getting converted into hurt and pain.

"Kya bakwas kar rahe hai aap?" She was thinking of ways to make her husband understand. "Stop it. Kabse Rohit, Rohit, Rohit lagakar rakha hai."

"How dare he kiss you?" Jealousy again overpowered.

Without waiting for her to answer, he snaked his hands around her, lifting her from the ground and walked to the pool area and threw her in the pool. Bringing herself up from the water, she removed her hairs which were blocking her vision. Poor girl, she was shocked beyond limits to understand what happened with her.

Before she could react and roam her gaze to find him, he jumped in water and came right in front of her.

Sliding his hands down, he settled them on her bare waist, and pulled her towards him in a swift. Her hands automatically stilled on his chest. She pushed him very next moment, "We may be in a relation of marriage. But you can't get this close to me. I cant surrender myself to someone, who feels nothing for me."

Her words stabbed his heart like a sharpened knife. "You think I feel nothing for you?"

"Did you ever you do?"

"Is it necessary to verbalize everything?"

"Yes it is. For me, it is."

"You are my wife." He pulled her back again, letting her land on his chest. Grabbing her hand, he rested it on his heart, "If this heart exists, then it beats for only you." Leaning forward, he whispered, "I feel everything, for only you." Reverting back, he gazed deep in her eyes like there was no tomorrow, "I love you, more than I think I can."

If only she hadn't lost in the beautiful world she saw in his eyes, and in his magical confession, she would have done a victory dance for making it confess his feelings. But she forgot everything with his words, with him.

"Rohit' may be a hero of my favourite movies but YOU are hero of my life. And I love my real hero more than any fictional character. And about my best friend," she paused only to find impatience in his eyes to know what she was going to say. She must admit, the jealous side of her husband was not only cute but adorable. She had thrown herself in his arms unable to hold herself anymore."Then, he also comes AFTER MY hero. You are the one and you are the only one. I love you too, Shivaay." She mumbled in his chest, after a while in her soft voice. They stood holding each other, listening to their heartbeats which were in unison.

He broke the hug, and stared at her beautiful face. His hand travelled upwards, through her hairs, holding her by nape, lifting her face upwards. Bending his face a bit, he leaned forward looking if she was uncomfortable. He leaned further on not finding any and let her lips linger on her soft ones, for a while before he made them melt in the beautiful moment.

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Loosely based on the track at the time of Daksh's attack on Anika... [ The magnificent hug scene ]

This is not completely related to show. Here, Tia is shivaay's best friend.

Anika and shivaay are going to get married.

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I Trust You

At 1 Am, Anika's Home:

"Shh...Shh Anika..." Whispered Shivaay circling his hands around her as she surrendered her in his arms, putting her all weight on him, hugging her for her dear life. He literally felt worst like none time before, seeing the condition of Anika. She looked horrified. He held her closer, gently rubbing her back and hairs, whispering soothing words in her ears, "Relax...Calm...Calm down Anika...I'm here...I'm here...Shhh..."

She seemed like not hearing anything, not looking at anything. Scare had taken over him terribly. She just tightened her hold around him, seeking the warmth and protection in his embrace. She knew, till the time he is around her, he is with her, no one...no damn one or no damn thing could hurt her in any way. He couldn't take it anymore when he realized that she was shivering due to fear in his arms. Slightly tilting his head, he quickly placed an affectionate kiss on her hairs, letting his lips to stay on her hairs for a while, silently conveying her through his gesture that he was there now, he was with her now, that she doesn't need to worry.

😉 Kuch Samay Pehle 😆

[ Some Time Before ]

At 12 AM, Oberoi Mansion:

Anika walked in a fast pace in the Oberoi Mantion, looking for Shivaay. She pushed the door of his bed room uttering, "I was telling you na that something is wrong..." without looking ahead.

Before she could continue further, Tia turned towards her getting up from the chair, she was settled on. Anika's fists got clenched witnessing Tia there. She looked visibly angry.

"What's wrong Anika?" Tia asked, in her mocking tone which had become regular since a while when it came to talking with Anika. "And how did you enter in Shivaay baby's bed room like this?" Tia crossed her arms to her chest, staring at Anika with her accusing eyes.

Anika had no mood to deal with Tia but her talks made her upset. She stepped towards Tia, keeping her hand on Tia's shoulder, patting it. "Tiaaa..."Anika stressed on her name, forcing a smile on face. "First of all, tell me one thing...when you will stop calling MY Shivaay as Shivaay Baby'? Haven't I made myself clear that I don't like hearing such adjectives for my fiance and soon to be husband from anyone and especially from YOU?" Anika, without saying much showed Tia her place, showed her where she stands. Tia's hands fell down hearing such extreme reply from Anika.

"Youuu." Tia blurted out angrily, after being frustrated with the insult by Anika.

"What you? Look Tia, you better stop interfering in OUR life if you don't like to get insulted again and again because I really don't mind insulting someone like you again and again" Anika said, with a stern face and she turned back to leave from there. She had merely walked two-three steps when she stopped. Shifting her head back towards Tia, she made one more statement, "And yes, Miss. Tia, you should start your packing I guess. Your time is over in this house and in our life, if you really know what I mean." And she moved out of the room leaving a shocked Tia behind.

Tia stood there, clasping her palms, trying to get what Anika meant by her last words. "What did she mean? I should pack my bags?...Wait, does she have any proof against me and searching Shivaay to show that?..." She thought of the possible things. "Damn it" she cursed loudly, when she remembered the phone in Anika's hand. "Ohh, so you got it Anika! Fine then...but if you think its over here then I am sorry to say, NOT SO SOON DEAR." Tia's evil laugh echoed in the room spreading out the negativity inside her all over around.

***

Anika had reached to Om's room to ask him about Shivaay. She was about the open the door when her phone beeped. She quickly, checked her phone to see if it was Shivaay and yes, it was Shivaay's message.

"Hey Anika... saw your missed calls... Couldn't call back as phone's battery is very low... I'm at your home. Had come here to plan a surprise for you... come soon... I am waiting."

Anika slapped her hand on the wall near-by. She was hell upset to know that he wasn't at home. She had to tell him about Tia. Without thinking anything, she ran outside to make her way to her home.

She entered inside, pushing the half-open door. She was somewhat shocked to see the darkness in the room. She was claustrophobic and was hell afraid of dark. "Shivaay knows that I am afraid of dark, still he switched off all the lights...let him come in front of me, then I'll show him" Anika mentally did a hitting session with Shivaay for organising a scary condition for her. As she stepped little more, she called out for him, "Shivaay...Shivaay" On getting no response, she started walking inside to look for him shouting more loudly, "Shivaaay...this is not funny...come out, fast...You do know I...I get scared...Please come out" her feet stumbled by hitting something and she fell down. A tear rolled down from corner of her ear, as she started feeling uneasy in the dark. Somehow getting up, she made a walk by holding walls, and switched on the button on lights but it didn't light up. She was terrified by now. "I'll never talk to you...I am going" she complained to him, with tears not leaving her eyes as she ran to get out of that dark place which was no less than a hell for her that time.

Before she could get out, someone closed the door from outside, trapping her in there. Anika, for a moment left frozen with the sudden happened event. The moment she realized what actually had happened to her, she started hitting the door, "Open...open...Help, please help." She kept hitting the door and calling out for help but sadly there was no one to help her, to hear her screaming.

After numerous attempts of opening the door, she sat down on the floor, leaning to the door. Being a claustrophobic, she started feeling difficulty in breathing. She started crying, sobbing and weeping, to get out of there. Hiding her face in her knees, she sat there, letting the flood of her tears to flow. She had already seen that her landline cable was cut off. She had got by then, it was Tia's plan but she could do nothing. She kept struggling, to make it till he comes, till her Shivaay comes, which she knew would come there for her. She had trust and faith in her love, in their love.

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At 12.45 Am, Study Room, Oberoi Mansion:

"Tia, done with my phone? Can I get it back?" Shivaay asked Tia who had taken his phone, by an excuse that her phone was off and she had to call her mother. After making sure, of deleting the message, she handed it over to him, "Ohh yes, thank you Shivaay"

"Tia wait" Shivaay stopped Tia. She asked turning behind, "Yes?"Shivaay walked towards her, "Have you seen Anika?"

Shivaay was in study room from the evening, working for some important project and the time he had come out, he couldn't found Anika anywhere. "Anika... I...I don't...I don't know Shivaay" Tia stammered in nervousness which did not go unnoticed by Shivaay. "Alright but why are getting so nervous?" he asked. "Nervous? No no...not at all" she said, defending herself and quickly vanished from his sight, avoiding his any further questions.

Shivaay had almost searched every corner of Oberoi Mansion for her but Anika was nowhere. "Where can she go so late night?" he murmured, thinking about the possible places she could go.

He went outside when he found his driver going back completing his duty. "Manohar" he called. Manohar stopped hearing Shivaay. "Have you seen Anika?" Shivaay asked, stepping towards Manohar.

"Sir, I dropped Ma'am around 12 to their home." He answered.

"What?" Shivaay couldn't understand why Anika had gone to her home. Since the time, their marriage had been fixed, Anika shifted to Oberoi Mansion on insistence of Dadi as she didn't want Anika to live alone there. Everyone from Oberoi Mansion had already accepted Anika as their family.

"Okay, you can go." Shivaay said to Manohar and he himself rushed to his car and drove to Anika's home as fast as he could. His intuition had told him, there was surely something which wasn't right.

He halted his car in front of her home, and came out. The soon he reached to her door, it was locked from outside. "Locked??" He exclaimed, holding the latch in his hand. He opened the door and he was shocked to see her there, sitting like a statue. He walked towards her, and put his hand on her shoulder. She shuddered in fear and about to run when her eyes caught him and in no time, she threw herself in his arms.

***

Shivaay forcefully pulled Anika out of the hug and made her sit on the couch. "Relax...I am just bringing water." He assured her, when he felt a tug on his wrist when he turned to go to the kitchen. "No...don't go...I don't want water...I wan't you...please" she pulled him, holding his hand and she pleaded him to stay near her. "Anikaa...Relax sweetheart...I'll just come okay? I am here only." He cupped her cheeks and left. Within no time, he came back with a glass of water for her. Sitting beside her, he forwarded the glass towards her. She looked at him, with a stream of tears falling down her eyes. He wiped the tears from her eyes and made her drink water and placed the glass on the table.

"Now tell me, what happened? What's all this? What are you doing here? And why did you come here and that too without telling me? You know how scared I was?" Shivaay asked her, with a concerned tone. Without answering anything, she slipped on his chest, shifting closer to him, clutching his shirt in her fist. He shifted closer, wrapping his hand around her shoulder. "It's okay Anika...I'm here, with you. You don't have to get scared. You trust me, right?" His loving tone was calming her down slowly. He knew about her claustrophobia and how severe it gets in such places. Her relaxation was the most important thing for him that time.

Soon she was reminded about Tia. Getting off him, she gazed at him. He was still holding her hand. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Tia."

It confused Shivaay. "Tia?" He couldn't understand what Tia had to do with this.

"Shivaay, Tia is faking everything...every damn thing. She has just came back to get you." Anika told Shivaay, and she paused, waiting for Shivaay's reaction and just as she expected, he was stunned to hear.

"What? What did you mean?" he couldn't help asking.

"I mean whatever Tia told us about her family being in US, her house getting renovation done is all lie...everything is nothing but just a LIE. Her parents are here only...I saw them today itself in the mall, I even clicked a picture of them...see this." She took out her phone and showed him the picture clicked by her.

Shivaay's eyes left widen in shock, in shock of getting to know about Tia's real face.

"And her house...it's in perfectly right condition, she is just faking everything. She has come in Oberoi Mansion just with the intention of getting you." Anika's tone had softened knowing how difficult it would be to know about Tia's truth, that Tia to whom he considered as his best friend.

"Shivaay, I knew this earlier as well...the moment she stepped inside Oberoi Mansion I knew, she is here just for you but I preferred ignoring." She said rubbing his palm with her thumb.

"Why? Why didn't you tell me this earlier? You know...I mean..." He struggled to collect words to form a sentence but honestly he wasn't in a state to speak properly.

"Because I love you...

Because I have faith in you

Because I have faith in our love

Because I trust you and I know, no matter what, no one can take you away from me...

Shivaay, for me trust and love are the two sides of a coin, and without trust, no relation can sustain.

And even if I would have told you, it would have made not much difference.

Because, our love is strong enough to fight such 100 Tia alone

I just let her do what she tried to but now." She stopped in between. She shifted her gaze from him, not knowing how to let him know.

"Now what Anika?" Shivaay asked impatient to hear, if Anika had more than enough trust in him and was sure that Tia could never break their relation then what forced her to tell him.

"Shivaay..." She again kept mum. She wasn't really able to make up the words. "Listen this" she played a recording, giving her phone to him.

"Mom, you don't worry. Shivaay is marrying to that Anika just because of Dadi na...because dadi likes her so much...Mom just imagine, if Dadi dies and she leaves a letter for her Shivaay that Anika is responsible for her death and she is behind Shivaay's money and all, what will shivaay do?"

Shivaay couldn't listen anymore. He threw the phone in some corner of the room, with a strong force, making its part separate from each other.

"I don't believe this...she was planning to murder dadi just for her stupid obsession towards me...its my fault...all because of me...Anika, if anything happens to dadi." She pulled him in a hug, without letting him complete himself. "No, it's not...It's not your fault Shivaay and nothing...nothing will happen to Dadi, I promise you." She assured Shivaay who had become unstable after hearing what Tia was planning. His hold around her was hurting her slightly but she just let him do what he was. She just let him hold her and she kept holding him.

"I'm really lucky to have you in my life Anika." He whispered, in a low voice showing his gratefulness for having someone like her in his life, someone so selfless like her, someone so loving and caring like her, who was silently tolerating Tia whom she knew had come to snatch the love of her life from her but still kept quiet. But now, when it came to his Dadi, she simply couldn't stay silent and even promised him that she wouldn't let anything happen to Dadi.

"Are you okay? I mean you don't have to worry about Dadi Shivaay. I will not let anything happen to..." She asked in a concerned tone as he suddenly got on some another topic.

"I trust you." He replied staring in her eyes, filled with love, trust and faith in her the same which she had in him.

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This piece takes after a year of ShivIka's wedding. Tia's truth was revealed after few months of ShivIka marriage. Everyone from Oberoi family, accepted Anika as their DIL. Shivaay and Anika confessed their love to each other, and in a happy married life.

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Always

"Shivaay... Shivaay, where are you?" Anika shouted, calling, her husband's name, on not finding him in his study, where he usually and every time used to get found. Anika's forehead contracted in annoyance while her eyebrows stretched as she fast paced, searching for him all over the Oberoi Mansion.

She halted her steps seeing a glimpse of him, on the terrace. A lovely smile crept over his lips when his heart sensed her presence even before his eyes could actually catch her. His eyes chose to remain close, warming his heart with her fragrance. He adored his heart for how it always knows, she being around him.

"Shivaaay." He quickly turned towards her, hearing her high pitched shout for his name.

"Oh someone seems to be in mood of hitting me today," he murmured in an audible voice, as he gazed at her frowned face. One glare from her and he understood speaking more could be dangerous to his well health.

"Bagad Billa," she muttered under her breath, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I... I heard that okay?" his all time favourite line, after whenever she used such wording for him, came out as an instant reaction.

"Good for you," she snapped back, looking visibly calm throwing an I don't care' attitude at him. He shook his head over the crazy antics of his wife.

"Okay... Fine... Why were you shouting my name so loud? What will everyone think?" he changed the topic, thinking it would be a good idea escaping from her continuous daggers but little did he know, it was not going to help.

"Oh so The Great Shivaay Singh Oberoi' is scared? of his own family? Ahaan! That should be the headline of tomorrow's newspaper, shouldn't that?" her mocking made him roll his eyes over her. Though, he was enjoying the little teasing session by his wife but then again, Shivaay Singh Oberoi has to reply.

"Bad move wifey!" His husky voice sent shivers down her spines. He pulled her towards him in a swift making her soft body to collide with his hard one which left her shocked. Before she could realize, she was in his strong grip, in his arms. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist bringing him closer.

"Shi...Shivaay... what...are you doing?" She somehow managed to ask as his proximity affected her to the extent, that she failed to collect words and to utter.

He pressed his lips to suppress the laughter seeing the innocently cute lady in his arms. "Oh my... look at you, My Goodness. You still fumble in my arms." He rubbed his nose to hers while her cheeks flushed in embarrassment hearing him. He was right. They had married almost a year back. Circumstances at the time of their marriage were nothing close to fine. He had married her forcefully in order to save the reputation of his family when his bride ran away before an hour of their marriage. Shivaay Singh Oberoi has an image to maintain, a reputation to handle. And besides that, it was SSO who forced her to marry him but now, after their marriage there was no SSO. It was only and only Shivaay. Anika's Shivaay! Her love changed him inside out. She changed him inside out.

"Shut up Shivaay!" she glared at him and the next moment her gaze glued to ground as her palms rested on his chest. "Okay baba, so what is the matter? Why were you searching for me? You always search for excuses to run away from me, dont you?" He asked, staring in her eyes, his words reminding her of how, every-time in between his romance, she managed to escape with some excuses taking his family member's names.

"Are you trying to say that I purposefully run?" She narrowed her eyes, frowning at his says.

"So you do accept that you run'???"

"Arghh Shivaayyy."

She started hitting his chest, with her soft hands which actually weren't affecting anything on his hard body, which he had built, spending hours in Gym. "Aap... aap bohot bure hai. Aapko to uss Tia ki bacchii se hi shadi karni chahiye this. Fir aapko meri importance pata chalti." Anika said, annoyingly.

"Oh really? Tum hi thi na wo, jo har bar mujhe batati thi, Shivaay, tia aapke liye sahi nahi hai. Shivaay, Tia ye, Tia wo'... Nahi? Ah! Kash uss shadi ka bhi experience le pata. Lekin lekin... Tum mujhe usse shadi karne kaha deti? Poor me!" He mimicked Anika's words, exactly the way she had said it to him one time. Shivaay was in full mood of irritating his wife. How much he enjoyed that! It wasn't every day, he get to see his possessively jealous wife'!

"What did you say? Ohhh so you mean, mai jabardasti aapki shadi rok rahi thi usse? Mai esa kyu karungi? Ha ha, mai aapse pyar karti thi lekin mai esi ladki nahi hu, jo apne khushi ke liye kisi aur ki..." She bit her lip, realizing what her big mouth had just blurted out. Shutting her eyes tight, she mentally killed herself for saying that, while he stood there, watching her antics.

"Kya kaha tumne? Tum mujhse tab se pyar karti ho??? Now, this should definitely be headline of tomorrow's newspaper, no?" He was having hard time, controlling his laughter, seeing Anika's embarrassed face, and she murmuring something in every two seconds, which he assumed that she was cursing herself for spitting out.

But then again, she was Anika... and now Anika Shivaay Singh Oberoi. How could she stay silent in defeat? No, that just wasn't in her character. So, the defending drama started, "Haan, tabse karti hu. To? At least, aap jaisi darpok to nahi hu, jisme apni feelings admit karne ki himmat bhi nahi thi. Aap to bade uchal rahe the na, uss Cheapdi se shadi karne ke liye, nahi?"

Now, it was Shivaay's turn to wonder, what to say. But, all of sudden, atmosphere became serious. She became attentive as his muscles tensed, his expression getting blank.

"Shivaay... I am sorry. Mera wo matlab nahi tha." She quickly realized that her words had unknowingly made him feel guilty.

"Nahi Anika, you are right." He managed to say, his gaze locked with hers.

"Nahi Shi..."

"Ek minute Anika. Let me say, please." He cut her off, asking to let him speak. She couldn't help nodding. All she felt was bad, seeing his overly upset form. "I am sorry Anika. I truly am. I know you have forgiven me, considering my never verbalized apology but today, let me say. I was wrong. Right from the start, I was wrong, in judging you, in behaving with you. You did everything for me and I... I couldn't even trust you. You put your respect on stake just for me and I... I accused you in Daksh's incident. You are right Anika, I was a coward, coward who had not courage to accept his feelings. Pagal tha mai, jo khoon aur khandan ke peeche bhag raha tha. I didn't realize that it's not blood but the soul and character, what matters. But now, I do. I do Anika and I am so grateful that you are in my life, my wife. I am sorry. I love you, I really do." His grip loosened on her, as he stepped a little backwards. Guilt took over him, as all the past incidents, his every wrong with her, flashed right before his eyes.

"Shivaay." She pulled him, catching his hand, taking him in her arms. Wrapping her hands around his back, she made her grip tighter, rubbing his back frequently. He was so disturbed that it left her dumbfounded.

"Mai janti hu Shivaay, mai jaanti hu. Mai aapko maf kar chuki hu, kyunki pachtave se badi koi saja nahi hoti. And I have seen you regretting everything you did. I have seen everything Shivaay. I love you, always did and always will." She pecked his cheek, pulling apart. He kept staring at her, until she said, giggling, "Stop staring Mr. Oberoi. Or else, this would surely be a headline of tomorrow's newspaper... Shivaay Sing Oberoi gawking at his wife.'"

He smiled. Her love for him, was something he could never understand. She had given him so much, without expecting anything in return ever. She managed to make his anxious heart calm. She had that effect on him. "I don't mind, Mrs. Oberoi."He pulled her, letting his lips claim hers, and they were once again, lost in their world of bliss.

***

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A post leap shot when Anika re-enters OM, claiming it to be hers.

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You Don't Affect Me Anymore

Kaach Ke Wo Khwab Naajuk The Hamare Saare,

Chune Se Hi Tootne Lage,

Mannato Me Umra Bhar Ka Sath Jinka Manga,

Humsafar Wo Chutne Lage...

"Ye mera ghar hai. Aapka nahi." She told him, her eyes shining with an altogether different level of confidence, her voice holding the firmness it never did, earlier.

"Kya kaha tumne?" He asked, his voice not increasing a bit,

He stilled, looking sharply at her, hearing the piece of information rather scream of authority. "Wahem achha hai tumhara." Was all, he said. He rather smiled, making his disbelief visible.

The pretended confident self mask started coming off as she was coming across how indifferent he had become. He wasn't the Shivaay Singh Oberoi, she had known. He wasn't.

Reminding herself that she could not give up so easily, she quickly stepped in her shammed form again. Laughing which almost looked like mocking, she made a glance at him. "Wahem jaisi 2 Rs. Cheeze mai nahi palti. Wahem aapko hua hai."

"Aapko na dhakka laga hai. Shaayad isliye samajh nahi paa rah eke apko kaise react karna hai. Aapko gussa karna hai. Cheeze todni hai. Phone.. phone kaha hai aapka? Phone patakna hai." Wow, she was directly reminding him that he was supposed to get angry.

"Shivaay... ye ladki itna sab keh rahi hai aur tu chupchap khada sun raha hai? Shivaay... Shivaay." His mother had interjected followed by her screams for his name when he wordlessly walked away, leaving the place, not caring about the number of eyes falling down in disappointment.

Anika turned back, to see Rudra who helplessly sighed.

"Aj se khana desi ghee me banega." She had seen him coming and made herself loud enough, audible for him. With plenty of things here and there, she messed up his kitchen, right before his eyes. Knowing what kitchen is for him, she was sure... sure that he would react but he did not. He simply left with, "lagta hai aj khana bahar hi khana padega."

And there, she stood dumbfounded, bewildered and taken aback. I messed up his kitchen and still he didn't say anything. Inhe sach me koi farak nahi pad raha ya ye dikhana nahi chahte?

"Ab to ye chillayenge hi. She dusted her hands off, smiling looking around, happy with her efforts in making his room not less than a room that he would end up questioning Fhat The Wuck?

"Yes Khanna." He entered, talking over the phone when he caught a sight of his newly decorated room. She checked his expression and started counting from ten to one, saying now he would shout, now he would shout but her castle of hopes came crashing down when he simply stepped out, calling for a servant and asked him to clean his room.

Unbelievable! It was just unbelievable for her. How could he stay calm seeing all such stuff? This cannot be he. This cannot. He is not the Shivaay Singh Oberoi.

One last plan, she decided to pull on, knowing there was no way he wouldn't say anything to her after what. He was sitting on the bed, in his room, which was pretty cleaned by then, going through some files. She walked up to him. He, for obvious reasons, refused to elevate his face to look at her which she was absolutely grateful about. Otherwise, she doubted if she could do what she was going to do. Closing eyes momentarily, she took a deep breath before she slipped her fingers in his hairs and started shifting them back and forth, on sides an attempt to spoil his hairs.

"Anika don't. Don't touch my hairs okay? Shrugging her hands off him, he almost ran to the other side of the bed.

"But why Billu Ji?" She asked, giggling.

"Firstly stop calling me that alright? And I... I just don't like when anyone touches my hairs. Stay away from hairs." He set his hairs properly, almost warning her that made her laugh even more to see a childish side of her husband.

I mean who could believe the great Shivaay Singh Oberoi could behave and justify like a three year old kid on being played with his hairs. His hairs, surely mattered a little too much to him and that fascination was out of her understanding though she found it very cute but still... weird, indeed.

"Aap na... Billu Ji hai bas." She chuckled, suppressing her grin.

"Wo to nahi hu but agar kisine mere balo ko hath lagaya to SSO jaroor hu." He had replied, smiling along with her.

Her mind recalled a small memory from past and bitter tears gathered in her eyes when she found him unaffected with the thing, she was hoping last to sail her ship on. If it couldn't anger him, then nothing can. Nothing can.

He simply stood up when she backed off, holding her tears from escaping. Setting his hairs properly in front of the mirror, he made it outside the room. Stopping momentarily in front of his door, he heaved a breath. "You don't matter to me, anymore. You don't affect me, anymore."

Words hit directly her heart, twisting something there, sharply as he disappeared from her eye sight.

She fell down on her knees, crying uncontrollably, letting out everything she was controlling so far, every pain, every regret and every anger.

Pain... his pain, that she could feel which was so severe that it had almost made him numb to everything.

Regret... regret because of giving in to the blackmail by her mother-in-law and leaving him, breaking his heart in a way, it probably could never be rebuilt... breaking his soul in a way, it probably could never be whole, again.

Anger... anger on herself for not thinking once, that he needed her by his side, always and allowing him in his mother's hand assuming she would take care of him.

Her betrayal had changed him, so damn much that he, now, was immune to her every action or probably he was bracing himself from getting hurt more but whatever it was, it was so intense that it sent shivers down her spines. He had been angry, happy, frustrated, annoyed with her from start... but he used to react. Now, he simply walked away. Like they say, ignorance is the biggest punishment, one can give to anyone.

She had lost him. He had lost himself. Shivaay Singh Oberoi wasn't the Shivaay Singh Oberoi anymore.

Sitting in his car, he drove away... away from the busy streets of the city. Stopping near a place where he found no one but did find it free from every noise, he opened the door of the car, allowing the fresh breeze to come inside, switching off the AC, he had presumed he couldn't do without but things had changed drastically. The man who never liked such places, now found solace in them.

He pulled out his phone, opening his gallery. His fingers brushed on the screen, as he kept it moving until he found the picture he was searching for.

That time was utter bliss, wasn't it? Was that all fake if what she did before three months was real? Did she never feel for him the way he did? She was just after his money? As hard as, it was to digest but she proved it, in front of everyone. He could have taken anything but a scratch on his brother life? Never.

Why it had to be that complicated? Why couldn't he have a life with her, he had dreamt of? Even if he pretended to be unaffected with her, but the fact was... farak to abhi abhi padta hai.

He might dislike her, blame her, ignore her, hate her but she always did and always will matter to him. Only point was, he could not and would never accept the same. He had seen the way, her eyes was fixed at him when she was attempting in making him react something.

He had always found her eyes more expressive than her words. Many times, she said something and meant something else. Many times, she didn't even say things but still, he could feel it from her eyes and today, when those eyes weren't ready to leave his sight, he could see that desperation in them but for what that desperation was, he couldn't understand. If he mattered that much to her, then she wouldn't have done what she did, would she have?

When a plenty of thoughts occupied his mind, he switched off the phone instantly. He couldn't let her overpower his heart and soul again. He couldn't allow himself to break again. His life was finally settling after so many struggles but she just crashed his heart and walked over it, killing his little dreams of a happy life with her. If something, he really, really had wished from his heart after falling for her and before that dreadful day, then it has to be her presence in his life, always beside him. Just when he thought he would have a beautiful life with her, she slipped off it or rather he threw her out but not like, he had any other option, had he? How does that even matter now? The fact is, he had separated his life from her and he must stay firm on his decision of not letting her step in his space again. At least, he was somehow doing by holding his broken pieces together, for world but one more time, and he would end up falling apart, with his pieces scattered so far, that he would never be able to find.

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Edited by LoveToWrite - 8 years ago

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