ShivIka OS : Unspoken Love

Well, the forum is too silent for the past two days right??

And with today's horrible TRP news, I am pretty sure we have a lot of grumpy faces here, isn't it?

And so this is just a small attempt to increase the no of visitors in the forum today. This is not entirely related to the show, and I have added a few of my own flavours to it. Hope you guys like it and please do post your comments, whether good or bad! Champa, chameli, chikni, chandni everything is most welcome!😊

Love.

What does it mean?

Dancing in the rain with your partner, wearing a chiffon saree? Saying "I love you" a zillion times in a day? Escaping many eyes and kissing? Or is it hiding a hickey on the neck fearing embarrassment?

No.

It it the deep respect that two people share. It is the support that they give each other. It is the strength that they get from each other. It is the trust that assures them that no matter what happens, I am there with you, for you.

I am Anika, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Oberoi house, the loved sister-in-law of my two brothers and a sister, the respected wife of the world's best husband and the mother of his two lovely kids.

I used to watch many movies about love, people falling in love, people without love, people suffering in love, but I never believed in them. To me, it was just the beauty of the sunset which would not be there after the sun has completely set, the song of a nightingale which would not reach my ears when it stops singing. When it rained, rich people would think about romance, but I would begin calculating the cost of getting the roof repaired. Not because I was poor and had no time for love, but because I did not want to get distracted by stupid thoughts. My life was like a cup of kaali co..., sorry, Espresso which has nothing in it except for its bitter taste and the dark brown colour. My life was beset with difficulties, and putting them aside, I looked after my brother.

And then came the day when Mr Shivaay Singh Oberoi stepped into my little world, giving it a new definition. He was an arrogant, insensitive businessman who had a lot of money and power. I realised that he shared the same views as mine about love. We fought whenever we met, threw water on each other, called each other names and hated each other from the bottom of our heart. I stepped into his house as his wedding planner, and ended up sitting in the mandap, taking marital vows and becoming his wife when his fiancee ran away from the wedding.

Everybody in the house accepted me, except Maa. Omkara, Rudra and Priyanka became my lifeline. Dadi was my godmother, who always had her loving arms out to embrace me whenever I needed her. Badi Maa and Bade Papa were just like my own parents, and Papa was my best friend.

And then came the biggest shock of my life when Tia came to the house a few days after my wedding and said that she had been abducted and that she was pregnant with Shivaay's child. Maa was extremely happy. No one except her knew what to do. But I believed him, I believed my husband when he said that she was lying. The DNA reports, which claimed Shivaay to be the father, were doctered, and I knew it. We soon had Tia caught and put behind the bars, and Maa's hatred towards me slowly started turning into affection.

Shivaay and I became friends, and slowly started sharing each other's happiness and difficulties. I did not know what was going on in his mind, but things were happening to me. My heart would beat faster whenever he would be near me, and my honey-brown eyes would keep looking for his green-blue ones. It was then that I realised I loved him when he took a bullet for me. I realised that love exists and it is a beautiful feeling that binds two souls together, forever.

Om, Rudra, Priyanka all asked me to go and tell him that I loved him, but I never mustered the courage to do so. I was scared-What if he rejected me? What if he laughed at me?

So I waited for him to confess his feelings. Months passed by, but he never said so. The bond that we shared grew stronger and deeper, and I got my answer when Daksh Khurana walked into the house and hurled accusations at me. He said that he loved me and I had slept with him once when I needed money to pay my brother's school fees. But Shivaay believed in me and had him caught. I was broken to what my childhood friend did to me, but Shivaay became my support system and my pillar of strength. I realised that love is not just saying "I love you", but respecting each other, believing in each other.

Maa had accepted me a few months after I saved the family from Tia, and she made me understand what a mother is. I had forgotten that I was an orphan. She fulfilled every stupid desire of mine, be it cooking aloo-puri for me, or getting me a new saree when Shivaay would refuse to buy me one. Maa had done a lot for me, and I had to pay her back when she said that she wanted her grandchildren whom she would play with and adore just like me and Shivaay.

We became one. I was soon pregnant, and everyone was happy. I again realised what true love is when Shivaay would care for me and our baby. He would never complain and would do whatever he could for me. He would understand when I wanted him to be with me and cancel his important meetings and phone calls. He would just sit beside me and listen to all my nonsense without even saying an 'uff'. He would scold me whenever I would not listen to him and would hug me whenever I was reminded of my past.

I gave birth to twins who have kanji-eyes just like their father. Everyone was so happy, especially Maa and Shivaay. We named them Nishi and Anay. I still expected to hear the magical words from Shivaay's mouth, but he never said.

And today, I am sitting on my bed with my babies and my husband sleeping. I am looking at him and I understand today that he never really needs to confess his love to me, when every action of his does so. I understand Shivaay and I know that he has changed a lot. The arrogant, stubborn businessman is now a loving father and the best husband. He changed me, changed my definition of love, changed his definition of love. He made me realise that the picture of the sunset can be taken, the song of the nightingale can be recorded and the taste of Espresso can be made better by adding sugar in it. He made me realise that love is actually the respect that he gives me, the trust that he has in me and the strength that I get when I need support. He is everything to me and I know that I am more important to him than anyone else in this world. He has never said 'I love you' to me and I now understand that he never really needs to. He loves me and I love him, and the bond of respect and trust that we share is more important than any confession of love.

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Phew! Finally done! Sorry if you do not like that names of the baby😛. I thought ShivIka and AnSh were too old and decided to combine the names in a different way.Anyways, thank you for reading and I hope you like it. Please put down your comments. They mean a lot to me.

-Shikha

thank you for this... superbly gorgeous fluff.

That was so lovely and amazing 👏👏👏👏👏

Everything was so good and to the point. Loved it.⭐️

Each and every line was superb and a treat to read...

Awesome...😊

Well written 👏