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MY TAKE ON SHIVAY AND ANNIKA'S RELATIONSHIP. I REALLY WASN'T SATISFIED WITH THE WAY IT WAS PORTRAYED. NEITHER CAN THE WAY THEY DEVELOPED THAT TRACK BE JUSTIFIED. SO THIS IS HOW I FEEL ABOUT THE WHOLE THING.
Shivay sighed. It was time to choose. He had reached that dreaded crossroad. He had fervently hoped and prayed to avoid but perhaps deep within he knew that this was inevitable. He didn't want to let go of her. His Annika. But the Shivay who loved her told him that she deserved better. The best. His principles weren't leaving him anytime soon but he could feel their voice slowly ebbing away into nothingness. Daksh. Tia. Mrs. Kapoor. His family. He had had enough.
Shivay recognized that Annika was precious. That she was his oasis in this desert he found himself stranded in. That she was his guiding light whenever darkness engulfed him. He knew that he loved her. He knew that she loved him. He also knew that because of all these reasons he had to let her go.
But the truth was, he couldn't . Shivay Singh Oberoi couldn't let go of this woman who had taught him to love unconditionally, to radiate goodness despite being surrounded by the lack of it. She had taught him that there was a very fine line between strength and weakness. And most importantly, she had taught him that there wasn't much difference between them . Not really. But what had he done for her? He knew that the monster he had become, when he had forced her to marry him, had sacred and scarred her, possibly forever. His attempts at playing the nice, romantic cute husband were not even the beginning of his penance. He deserved whatever she would hurl at him but to his surprise she was careful to not hurt him.
He HAD to let her go. But he couldn't bring himself to tell her that she had an option of leaving.That if she ever walked out on him, he would die but she still had the option to do so.
He would write to her. He would pour out all his love for her in a paper. He could do that.
My dear Annika,
Sorry.
I have wronged you terribly. A lifetime is probably not enough for me to repent. But being the selfish, arrogant beast that I am, I beg you to forgive me.
Though I hate to tell you this, you are entitled to the option of leaving me anytime you want to. I know that I was the last man you could be ever prevailed upon to marry*. But let me tell you this. Though I regret marrying you the way I did, I consider myself the most fortunate man on earth to be married to you.
Thanks for being my guardian angel.
Know that I will always love you. Always.
Your Shivay.
After keeping this letter on their bed, Shivay left Oberoi Mansion. The sprawling residence was suddenly very suffocating. Hoping against hope that she would choose to stay, Shivay went to Marine Drive and sat there lost in the serenity of the sea. As though in a trance he sat there, his kanji eyes never leaving the huge expanse of the sea.
Suddenly his mobile beeped. There was a new message from the woman he held the closest to his heart.
Come home.
Two words. That is all. All Shivay could see was home. She still called his house home.
There was hope. There was light. Maybe she would forgive him. Maybe she would even give him a second chance. A chance to tell her that he loved her and that she meant the world to him.
And cliched as it sounds, he would cross mountains and seas for her. Because he loved her.
* Our dear Jane Austen.
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