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Hello. I'm Anika (haha not Shivaay's Anika...unfortunately for me š). I've been a silent reader, jumping from IB to IB's baby show š and I never really thought about making an IF account. But after last night's episode of Ishqbaaz a scene came into my mind and I penned it down. Thought I would share it so I created an account to do just that š³
Alright. Sorry for the long speech.
Hope this OS is worth the read. It's my first try at writing so pardon spelling and grammar errors š
Cristism welcome. š
Shot 1 : Page 1
Shot 2 : Page 8
Last Shot :Page 13
Epilogue : Page 17
*scene continues from last night's episode*
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"Now?"
Anika's palms got sweaty at his husky smooth voice.
His tone and closeness was stroking a fire deep within her that she was slowly realising only Shivaay could ignite.
His scent seeping into her pores while his hold, though unmoving from her shoulder and arm, continued to stroke places that had never been touched.
The kitchen suddenly felt too small, too confined, too heated. "Shivaay" It was a breathless whisper.
Shivaay's lashes came down. When they lifted back up, his gaze was a delicious green, a brilliant glow shot with something Anika had learnt to identify as desire.
She sucked in a breath, realising she was fighting a losing battle, because she was damn sure that he saw the same desire in her eyes.
She desired him too. When he looked at her, she too felt a piercing ache in her chest. It wasn't the bad kind of pain. No. This kind of pain had a pleasure of its own. Love. Desire. For him.
"Yes?" Husky words that stroked along her skin like phantom fingers of her husband himself. She nodded. "Ani-"
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"Bhaiya. Bhabi" Rudra's voice was equivalent to cold water being thrown on Shivaay.
He felt Anika push him away hurriedly, and being under the intoxicating influence of his wife's scent and he look that was in her eyes, he moved back easily.
Slamming into the counter behind him pulled him out of his desire drugged state. "Fhat the wuck!"
He looked at Anika, who was bent down, picking up the pieces of the broken plate and then at his brother who was surprisingly turning red in the cheeks.
Putting two and two together, he figured that the sound of the plate breaking must have brought his brother rushing in.
"W-we-" Rudra cleared his throat and began again. "Well I heard a smashing sound so I came to check what broke"
"Rudra. It's nothing. The plate slipped, that's all. We're fine. Go now"
As much as Shivaay loved his younger brother, at this moment all he wanted to do was tie Rudra to one of his weights and let him sink to the bottom of the ocean.
Yes, but you can't. You love him too much. Shivaay sighed at that thought. "Rudra! Go" When Rudra didn't immediately obey, Shivaay thought about the weights and ocean again.
His face must have shown that he wasn't to be messed with because his brother raised his hands up and backed out of the kitchen.
But he paused at the kitchen threshold and gave Shivaay a slow smile filled with all sorts of innuendos.
"Ok, Bhaiya. I'll tell them that the plate slipped.. also that you and Anika bhabi were attempting to burn down kitchen...and I'm not taking about the stove or gas"
Shivaay stepped forward towards his brother, but stopped when he heard a feminine gasp. Turning he went and knelt near Anika.
He touched his wife's shoulder and she jumped up and away from him. Still crouching down, he looked up at her bewildered. "Anika!"
Then he noticed her cheeks and shinning eyes.
He stood up slowly, smiling as he did, and saw how she was backing away from him. She shook her head and stepped back with each step he took forward.
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The words dear, caught, headlights flew across Anika's mind as she stepped back not taking her eyes off the man that was advancing on her as a hunter would on his prey.
He can hunt me anytime he likes. Shocked at her own thoughts, she lost her balance and slipped but like always he was there to hold her.
She gasped as his hands tightened on her hips and that quickly the fire that had calmed down was back up and flowing through her veins.
He pulled her closer, his breath a heated caress across her cheek as he bent to speak against her ear. "You can't escape me Anika"
She raised her arms, because she knew there was no way to fight the fire burning her up, and cupped his nape with one hand while she placed the other on the muscled warmth of his shoulder.
When he shifted position so that his jaw rubbed against her cheek, her heart began to thud faster than should have been normal.
This close, he was all hot, hard heat. Pure male and temptation.
He'd always been her temptation. "Maybe I don't want to escape" She met his eyes and saw that her words had shocked him as much as it shocked her. "Maybe I just like being chased by you"
She felt shocked as she heard her own words, she wasn't this bold. Never. It's Shivaay, she thought, he evokes this side of me. Only him.
"Tell me, Anika. Say the words" She jumped as she felt his teeth graze her earlobe. "Do you get the same feeling?" His lips moved to her neck.
Her nipples tightened to painful points and she prayed he couldn't feel it through the thin material of her dress. Her blood was thunder in her ears, her skin stretching taut over a body hypersensitized by a almost painful craving.
"You haven't answered my question" A deep murmur against her skin, teeth nipping at her skin.
"Y-Yes" She forced herself to answer. She had never felt more feminine, never felt more sensual. "Every time you look at me Shivaay. Every damn time" The words came out as moan.
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Shivaay smiled against Anika's neck and then he bit her. No warning, nothing. His teeth just closed over her skin where her neck flowed into her shoulder.
She jumped, but Shivaay locked his hands onto her hips. He felt her melt as she tilted her head to the side, giving him more access, her skin going taut in expectation.
He hadn't intended on biting her but her moaned out words had snapped the last thread of control he had. He needed to mark her. Make her his.
Shivaay felt Anika shudder and he pulled away to look at her. Eyes closed and head tilted to the side with her lips slightly parted, the mark on her neck standing out, she looked...
"Beautiful"
Her eyes snapped open and she pushed him away for the second time. Her hand flew to her neck and Shivaay noticed how her desire glazed eyes widened and then turned angry.
"Shivaay! What have you done??!" She rushed at him, banging her fists on his chest. "You fool! If that he sees this-"
Anger pierced his veins and he was in Anika's face, one of his hands twisting her right arm behind her back while his other hand curled around her neck.
Making sure his hold was firm but unhurting, he jerked her to him. "You are my wife. Not his" Shivaay was furious that she was bothered about what that man would think. "So what if he sees. It shouldn't matter what he thinks! Or have you developed other feelings along with pity for him?"
Yesterday when she had talked about feeling pity for him, Shivaay had been tempted to smash the other man's face in. To see his Anika act as another man's wife, it broke him. He knew she didn't like having to act that way but right now all rational thought had left him.
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"Shivaay, if you don't let go of me I will do damage to organs that are important to you!" Anika said a calm tone.
When he tightened his hold on her neck, Anika knew that calm wasn't going to work. She realised that she had made a big mistake by saying those words.
Sure they were true words, but she was learning that Shivaay was extremely possessive. And he was growing more possessive each day. Anika knew how much this whole duplicate drama as affecting him.
From always being able to be with each other whenever they wanted to having to steal a few minutes here and there. She knew how he felt because she too was feeling the same. It was breaking her.
Seeing the anger simmering in eyes that just a while ago was aglow with desire and passion, she decided that she would bend for him. Today she would sooth her husband as he had done yesterday.
But she'd do it in her own way. The only way he would understand at the moment.
Anika let her body soften against Shivaay's as she placed her right palm to his left cheek and stood on tippy-toes so she could place her lips against his right ear. She felt his body shudder and tightened and she smirked.
"Yes. I'm your wife. Yours" His hold on her was loosening, his breathing becoming heavy. She slid her free hand inside his suit jacket and around his waist. "And I would prefer if we continue this in the private"
Anika heard his gulp and his hold on her dropped completely as he stepped back to look at her. She would have chuckled at his reaction but she saw that his eyes were dull and she knew what was coming next.
"I'm sorry, Anik-"
She hugged him before he could complete it. "Sshhh. Don't apologise. I don't mi-"
He brushed a kiss to the side of her head. "Let me speak" She nodded. "You know when it comes to you, I'm possessive. It's because you're mine. I'm sorry for saying those things. I wasn't thinking straight. This moment was supposed to be for us and you brought him in-"
"Shivaay. Stop. Don't apologise. I shouldn't have mentioned him. We already don't get to spend time together and now when we did get time, I ruined it." Anika tilted her face up to look at Shivaay as she spoke.
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Shivaay stared at Anika as she spoke. God, I love her, as soon as that thought completed, he froze. And then he smiled, because he could finally admit to himself what he felt for her. He could give a name to the emotion that flowed through his veins for her. Love.
"Shivaay"
Her soft call shook him out of his thoughts. "You were saying something about continuing this in private?" Shivaay flashed her his most delicious smile, the one he knew she liked, as he spoke.
He decided to tease her, to lighten up the mood but her answer rocked his world.
"Yes, but not now. I'll come to you tonight. Because I have an ache that only you can sooth"
