The New York Trip (Shivika SS) Chp 6 Pg 42 - Page 29

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Chapter 6

She lay horizontally across the bed on her tummy, finally in some Annika-approved night wear, her feet in the air, her head buried into a book (Damn that Potter lad), gnawing on the bottom lip, her eyes darting, wild and eager. Coming out of the bathroom, he observed her for a few minutes as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms in a very typical SSO way. His head cocked to the side and he knew that had she seen him, she would've gone off on a tangent about his tuchi 2 Rs looks. For that to happen, however, his wife had to bestow at least a tinge of importance to him as he finished his bath and entered their room. But that was not the case. Her attention was solely reserved for the print which ran across the magical pages, delighting her, her expressions illuminating her face with every word she read. Her legs swished to and fro and he could tell she was engrossed in a very intriguing part, though he figured, from her reactions and the way she hadn't spared him a second glance since she had opened the book, every part must have been equally captivating. Here he was, standing, looking at her admiringly, thoughts of their first kiss swarming his mind, engulfing him in a myriad of emotions, and need, and she was more interested in a teenage boy with a wand. His lips twitched as he pondered over the double meaning of his thoughts... a teenage boy with a wand. He rebuked himself for his cheapda thoughts, Annika would most certainly be horrified.

He shook his head and walked over to flop down next to her. Sensing him, she smiled a little and shifted around, but her eyes remained steady.

"Is it boring?" He asked, resting his head on the bed, facing her.

"No. " She said, absently, licking her lips as she turned the page. Shivaay gulped at the sight.

"Can you put it down for a moment?" He bargained.

"No." Again, her reply was half-hearted; he wondered if she had even heard what he had asked. A wicked hue of blue frolicked in those eyes as he thought of how to get her attention.

"Can I kiss you again?" He whispered smugly.

"No." Again, the same monotonous answer.

Fhat the wuck.

Her loud gasp echoed as she jerked her head up to him finally, realization dawning on her.

There we go. He thought as he smirked as her eyes bulged.

She was flushed at his sudden question, and stunned by her own response. She was too distracted to think of kissing him again, not to mention everything felt like a dream to her, so being occupied with a novel she had always wanted to read seemed like a pretty good option.

Processing their conversation, her mouth was ajar in shock, and she started stammering.

Should I take back my "no" ?Wait no, you can't be so obvious! Oh please, he's your husband for God's sake! There shouldn't be a debate about being obvious.

Taking advantage of her seemingly astonished stance, he grabbed the book away and placed it on the side of him, before rolling to hover over her, his hands propping himself up, on either side of her head.

He stared down at her as her expression changed from shock and embarrassment to something lighter, something warmer, her eyes in a hazy trance. She had never seen him this close up, at least not intentionally. It was always a fall or something clumsy she did. But this time, he pinned her beneath him willingly, his body pressing against hers. Something about the way his toes tickled the sides of her toes as his legs were latched with hers; one on the side of her right leg, the next in between both her legs, had her eyes almost intoxicated with the innocence of it all. The mere way he cutely looked down at her, demanding her attention, made her almost chuckle at how much of a baby her Taadibaaz could be. His chest was against hers, her tank rolled up a bit and she felt just a sliver of his skin above his waistband pressed to her tummy.

"You lost my page." She said softly, looking up at him, at last recovering from his sudden proximity.

"41. Now tell me, is that really your answer to my question before?" He said huskily, gazing down at her.

"I... woh.. " She reddened even more when he broke into a grin realising how nervous he was making her.

He threaded his fingers through her hair softly, attempting to relax her, and when she stopped stammering and groping for words, she sighed and moved her hand to hold him at his shoulder, the other was already previously resting on his waist.

"That didn't seem to be your answer earlier today." He mocked, brushing his nose against hers.

At first, she smiled into his eskimo kiss, but when she realized he was teasing her, she huffed and pulled back, pouting at him. When he chuckled at her changing expressions, however, she too let her guffaws leave her with complete abandon.

"Why did you do that today?" She asked a bit sheepishly as their giggles subsided.

"What kind of question is that?" His eyebrows were furrowed in disbelief. Only Annika would ask a question like that.

"A normal one. Tumhe kya lagta, ki sirf tum jaane ki bemari hain?"

He frowned before answering. "I wanted to."

"Why did you want to? Desperate for an answer, an actual one, she probed him. She knew he'd beat around the bush but she decided though she would not force her love on him, she would definitely at least get these things out of him. Lately he had been expressing himself. So why not now. They had something, and she was not going to let him run away from it. For a change, she was taking the leading when it came to their dynamics. She wanted action, she liked it a lot actually, but she wanted words too. This was a journey as he had once said and she'd definitely ease him into saying the things she knew he'd wanted to say.

"It felt like the right thing to do." How was he supposed to explain what he had felt in that moment?

"What do you mean?" She realized he was fishing for words, he himself didn't understand his feelings.

"I mean, after what you said, I didn't have words, so I just..."

"Why didn't you just say your stupid 'Awww' ?" She asked comically.

"You're impossible." He groaned.

"So you stole my first... woh... " she broke off, flustered and florid, " because I'm impossible?" She had once heard Soumya and Rudra arguing about the fact that Rudra stole her first kiss. Understanding what Soumya had meant finally, she thought now it was a good use of the term steal.

"I didn't steal anything. And I kissed you because I'm Shivaay Singh Oberoi, I can do anything." He tilted his head down , raising his eyebrow, a cocky look scrutinizing her.

"Tum na, kabhi nahi badal sakta. Chodiye mujhe." She rolled her eyes and tried to push him off of her.

That did it. She knew him well.

With almost no effort at all, he pushed her down, "Puri duniya chod sakte, par tumhe nahi."

Now was that so hard? She thought as she looked into his eyes, his warm blue eyes conveying exactly how genuine his words were. It only took seconds for the duo to zone out, seeing stars and things beautiful beyond measure contained in each other's eyes.

"Now you can..um..." She smiled and broke their eye lock as she trailed off.

"I can what?" When he got lost in her eyes, it was very hard to adjust to anything mundane again, hence he was utterly disappointed and confused as she abruptly snapped out of it.

"You know.. before you asked, and I said no, but now you can..."

"I asked what?" He caught on, but like hell he would let her have it so easily.

"Shivaay!" She admonished, almost sure he was feigning ignorance.

"Say it." He encouraged. He wanted her to say it. He needed her to need it, to need him, and to voice it too.

"Kabhi nahi. Main itni badi cheapde 2 Rs ladki nahi hoon." And just like that, the intensity of the moment vanished.

"Cheapde? It's normal Annika, husband aur wife ki beech yeh sab normal hain, in fact boyfriend girlfriend ki beech yeh sab hota hain." He facepalmed, God bless him sevenfold tonight.

"Haww. Boyfriend girlfriend? Matlab aap uss 2 Rs Tia baby ko aise... matlab.. " She gestured with her hand, similar to the first time he sent her a flying kiss.

"Aise kya?" He mimicked.

"You know what I mean." Annika chided him, tired of their tug of war.

"Can we not talk about her, right now? So not the timing." Shivaay was tired too, all he wanted was a kiss, maybe a couple more, and here he was feeling as if he had just run a marathon just to get his wife to tell him to kiss her.

"Wait, just tell me once. Did you ever..." Suddenly, her mind was averted by this topic at hand.

"Haan. I mean, we were engaged, we were together for so many years, obviously."

"Oh.." Her face fell momentarily, but then was back to normal, after all she had not expected anything else. She cleared her throat brushing away the slither of some dull feeling prodding at her insides.

Shivaay knew just how to deal with her. He knew she'd understand, but he also knew that had she kissed someone before him, he'd probably feel something similar to her right in that moment.

"But never like this." He said softly.

"Matlab?" She peered at him curiously.

"I never truly wanted to. I mean it was just the norm. With her, everything was ... mechanical. This... this is different. You are different." He was groping for the right words.

"Oh toh phir se wahi raag shuru, before it was important, ab main different hoon, different hoon. Tum kabhi seedhe..." She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"Oh my God, How can one person talk soo much! Now let's not talk about anyone else, you're ruining the mood. "Shivaay was sure of it now, even though he could tell he would always be in the mood to kiss Annika, there would be some moments where he'd rather strangle her instead.

"How am I different Shivaay?" She questioned a little softly, delicately, and this time, her voice dripped of honey, something so innocent, so alluring.

He realized what she was trying to do. It wasn't about Tia or anyone else before her. It was about her. Just her. She wanted to know. She wanted something to stand on.

"You always say that my kanji aankhen tell you everything, so why so many questions now?"

She pondered for a moment but then shook her head. "But still ..."

"Shivaay Singh Oberoi. That's who I was before you. Since the day I met you, all I know is Shivaay. Sirf Shivaay. Your Shivaay. And that's all I ever want to be, Annika." His fingers skimmed her cheeks lightly as he spoke, and finally, she was contented.

"Meri Taadibaaz Shivaay." She smiled up at him.

"Only yours." He leaned down, his breath mingling with hers.

They stayed like this for a few moments, eyes locked, breaths mixing, chest to chest, emotions pooling, until Annika broke the silence.

"... So, where were we?" She wore a lopsided shy grin.

This time, Shivaay was pleasantly surprised at her insinuation. He studied her carefully for a moment, the way her eyes were peering up at him in wonder, in expectation; her cheeks were too pink to call them pink. He leaned and pecked her cheek briefly.

In one swift movement, he got off the bed, turned off all the lights and all they were left with were the shards of moonlight and the twinkles of city lights in the distance, their glow seeping through the glass window, allowing them to see the outlines of each other, vague details. With just hues of white bouncing off of their faces, the atmosphere shifted, something felt celestial; something was going to happen.

He knew tonight was going to be a special night. They both did.

He pulled her up on the bed, both kneeling and facing each other. He cupped the back of her neck with one hand, the other on her cheek. He pressed a light kiss on her forehead, as her eyes fluttered close, holding onto his arms as he held her face in his hands. He lowered to kiss both her eyes, and then a soft sweet peck on her nose.

Before he could do anything, she tilted up and closed the gap between them, and he smiled into her lips as she kissed him for the first time, her arms moving around him, one on his shoulder, one on his chest, his heart beating against her palm.

When she released his lips for a moment, he breathed onto her, "You don't know how long I've wanted you to do that."

At that, her eyes flashed open, and she was amazed at the man in front of her. He really craved her. She'd been a fool to be shy around him. He was already seeing the universe with her in his mind, and she was too naive and holding back. She had just kissed him, and he had given her the closest thing to a confession, his eyes and touches screaming out to her how much she was the only woman he'd ever wanted to lay his hands on, the only one he'd give his heart and soul to. Her thoughts momentarily drifted to what he had wanted her to say a few minutes ago, the way she cleverly avoided sounding like a cheapde. Raita phail gaya, she thought, because she didn't want to hold back anymore. Before she thought it, her voice outran her.

He noticed her eyes lose their focus, she seemed to be thinking about something. He waited with bated breath for her to continue their kiss, staring at her. He was about to close the distance impatiently when she spoke up.

"Shivaay?"

"Hmm? Where are you lost?" He asked softly, nuzzling her nose.

What she said, made his eyes widen. Excitement, elation, naughtiness, pure bliss, amazement. Huh, maybe no words could ever truly and accurately describe his face when the words left her lips and consumed him.

"Kiss me." She rightfully demanded, her hands tightening on the material of his t-shirt.

He looked at her for all but a second, before swooping down to take her bottom lip between his lips, soft and moist, plump and made only for him. She puckered up and smooched him as he massaged her lips between his, pulling away for a second to look into each other's eyes, before recapturing each other's lips. Her hands moved to dive into his hair, skimming through the one thing he had never given her the permission to mess with. All inhibitions and rules slowly disappeared as she fondled his hair between her fingers, and he coaxed her mouth open, his tongue slowly savoring her very essence, that part of her soul she had never given anyone the right to witness, to even know it existed.

She followed his lead, and moved her tongue against his, slowly, pressing against each other, the tips of their tongues tasting and exploring every corner, every nook. He inhaled sharply when she began taking the lead. Shivaay was accustomed to being the backbone, the main man, the leader, and he liked it. But here and now, his core shook in innocent pleasure; something that had been missing for ages had been found, as his wife, his Paanika, let go of herself and kissed him fiercely, almost in full taadi, as she would say. Only she could try to outrun him; they were equals in every sense. It reminded him of their initial days, their meetings were always heated, intense and of great meaning, takkar ki, similar to their clashing teeth and tongues at the moment.

She radiated her rights over him as she played with the locks of his hair, the other hand at the back of his neck, allowing them both more access, guiding him to kiss her the way she wanted. She was a quick learner, and Shivaay, a kick-ass teacher. Her tongue slid down his, over and over, swirling around his mouth. With every kiss, she was licking his lips, giving them wet soft kisses when air became scarce, just a peck laced with the cool touch of her tongue. Shivaay was on cloud 9, his hands on the small of her back, holding her close to him, inhaling her essence, her breath. He knew he'd never get enough of her. It was simply impossible. This woman was his elixir, her touch, her kisses, her breath on him was ethereal.

Annika felt jolts of electricity, tingling sensations all the way down to her very toes, every stroke of his tongue against her lips reminded her of how much older he was, how much more experienced he was, of his manly stature. For the first time, she had to admit, she didn't mind stepping down. She realized that sometimes she wanted to be overpowered, but only by him. By his touches, by his lips on hers, by his cold wet licks to the corner of her mouth, by his fingers whispering to her skin where he held her at her waist. She let him dive into her mouth roughly as his fingers raked through her hair and dug into her hip, he licked the outline of her lip and slid his tongue in only a little between her parted pouty lips. She knew what he wanted, and she immediately released her tongue out of her mouth, licking his slowly, circling his, and then softly touching, first the tips and then just a whisper of a touch before he plunged into her mouth fully and devoured her. She heard him groan and swallowed, taking some of him with her, his taste-buds reigning down over hers.

How is it that kissing someone could be so passionate?

They were both battling for dominance and yet surrendering to each other, kiss after kiss, caress after caress. Both taadibaaz. They seemed to be in tuned to each other's thoughts, both taking turns with conceding and steering, with equal fervor.

Languorously, they kissed, and Shivaay pushed her down gingerly, until she was lying on her back, her hands locked around his neck, mouths open, panting against and into each other.

She broke away for a breath of air, leaning her forehead onto his. Their raspy breaths mingling, appreciating each other's very being. He moved down to pepper soft kisses across her jaw, and then he gave her a burst of excitement as his lips trailed down her neck. He kissed her sweetly, cherishing the woman that she was, is.

Sparks of arousal shot through him, through them both; they were human and had their share of sizzling temptations, but they knew what tonight was about. Hot carnal sex could wait. It wasn't just because she couldn't. It was so much more than that. There was just something too intimate about taking it slow; after all, this was their first time kissing like this. After over a year of knowing each other, after months of being married, through hell and back, there was something equally erotic and intriguing about spending the night, staring at each other, and kissing, discovering things like what each other's skin felt like, or those places where they had tickles. That mole on Annika's elbow. The small scar on Shivaay's shoulder. It seemed a lot like a teenage dream, the enthusiasm as outgoing as what could be compared to initial days of courtship in an otherwise normal couple, except this wasn't a dream. It was surreal, the feeling of finally giving in to what had been coming all along.

It sounded so mundane. But truth be told, the feeling of his lips against hers made her dizzy. And when she raised his palm to her lips, and pressed a kiss against his fingers, he saw stars, he saw things he could have never fathomed witnessing. How could he have not known that he would one day surrender to the very lips through which the loud and annoying banter escaped?

Shivaay was trying to keep his cool, making out with her between every breath she took, eyes doused in reverence.

Meanwhile, Annika's hormones were on overdrive. She had less control over herself, believe it or not. Being that time of the month, she was as turned on as a guy would be, except a lot more intensely. Her emotions were all over, everything that she felt for him was tenfold under his touch, her desires knew no bounds with the taste of him on her tongue. Every cell of her body yearned to feel his skin, every part of her wanted to mold his body into hers; there was no way they could live this life being separate entities. She didn't even know that she wanted to make love to him, to kiss every pore, to show him. He needed to know, as if he didn't already, exactly what he did to her. His scent enthralled her, the taste of his skin was raw on her lips, his body gel and his personal scent seeped into her, stupefying her. He was her drug. He awakened things in her, feelings, urges, whatever it was, she prayed it would never stop.

She slipped her palms beneath his t-shirt, palpating her way across his stomach, up to his chest, where she flattened them as he dropped a wet kiss at the base of her neck.

They knew they were both ready to capitulate to each other, but Mother Nature was not on their side, as some girls would claim. Seemed like a practical joke but the foreplay made things interesting, their desires more blazing than ever, but more than that, it gave them the opportunity to wallow in their emotions.

That's exactly what it was. This night wasn't of physical importance; it wasn't about sex or physical need. It was about their soulful desire, the yearning Shivaay had to run his lips over every millimeter of her body, every ounce of her existence, in attempt to know all of the woman he had missed out on for the past 24 years. He wished he had known her from the start, though something in the way she looked at him made him feel that he had always known her, eternities before. He longed to touch her, for his touch to be the only thing she'd know, feel, crave. This was the first time either of them had been so close, so intimate with someone else.

Shivaay had kissed before but never as passionate, never as soulful as this. He cursed himself inwardly, for tasting kisses that hadn't come from the woman in his arms. He vowed ardently, she would be his last first kiss, after all, she was the only woman he would spend his life with. God, this woman was breathtaking, literally. She exhilarated him like no other, and all he wanted was to be with her, to kiss her like this, every second, of every day, of the rest of their lives together.

This was also about Annika's taadi learning a new route for her Bhagad Billa. Her finger tips skipped down his arms, the arms which always held her, feeling them, touching them. She kissed his lips, hell, she kissed his tongue, the very thing that laced her with the poison of his words once. He was her poison. He was her cure. He was her downfall, but now, he is her survival. Her months' long fascination with his beard was finally appeased as she kissed him, rubbing her nose on his cheeks, her lips following suit.

She pulled back a bit, looking at him and with her eyes open, she tilted up to pucker her lips against his. When she released him, he bent to peck her. And when he moved back, they both moved towards each other for a kiss, both giggling as their noses collided briefly before angling their mouths against each other, Annika's finger at the base of his chin as they kissed.

And every time, you'd think they'd be used to it by now, but every time their eyes locked, their insides quaked. For their vulnerability no longer existed, only comfort, and strength and totality. It was fulfillment. They say there's two important days in your life. The day you're born, and the day you figure out why.

Shivaay realized, there may have been many whys' but in that moment, he know what his biggest why was.

He was gifted with this life to share it with Annika. Sometimes you meet people and just know that you belong with them. He belonged with her. Maybe she was his soul-mate. Nothing else could describe the oneness he felt as he kissed her.

They were on a high, the feeling was euphoric. It compelled them to think about what it would feel like when he would finally claim her, how would they be able to withstand such bliss?

He slid down the straps of her tank, grazing his lips against the soft skin so delicately that she whimpered, and he drawled himself up, as he kissed her lips and sloppily slid his tongue along hers, her lips reciprocating every ounce of passion his elicited. Sensing her quickening pace and growing emotions, the sighs becoming heavier, that look in her eyes overflowing with more and more adoration that made him wonder if it was humanly possible, he rolled over, bringing her with him, letting her straddle him.

He had sat her up and now she was looking down at him, his ruffled hair, thanks to her, of course, his lips more pink than usual, his chest heaving, his hands holding her at her waist as she sat on him, the most intimate seat. He knew she would feel him firm against her, he was beginning to bulge through his pants. He inhaled sharply, and she pressed her lips together, a goofy look on her face, understanding his dilemma.

She eased off his lap and leaned down, kissing him slowly, softly, interlocking their fingers, attempting to cool him down with soft loving ministrations.

He stopped her momentarily, only to remove his t-shirt, giving of himself everything he had to offer for tonight.

Her eyes danced across his chest, his nipples, his chest hair, which she had always deemed attractive, and he was peering up at her, anxiously awaiting her reaction. She felt afloat. Damn this man. She ran her palms down his chest, and along his sides as she dipped her head and kissed him, her lips tracing his gently, her tongue swishing across them, her lips wrapping around his tongue and sucking, occasionally parting for air and then peppering short pecks to his beard, his ear. He sighed in contentment, rubbing circles as his hand drifted into her tank at her sides.

She understood that look in his eye, and kissed his forehead, his nose, both his eyes. There was nothing more enrapturing than showering the man she loved with the most gentle and innocent of kisses, and knowing how much he wanted that affection, how much he yearned for her to make love to him like that. She dropped light kisses all over his face, and he closed his eyes, a soft smile on his lips, totally enchanted by her testimony of how much she valued him. She felt him rub her back in a soothing manner, as if telling her how good it felt to be hers, encouraging her to continue her parade of devotion in the form of her sweet skin against his.

Carefully, she lay over him, and pecked his shoulders, slowly, softly, and then moved lower, kissing his chest, dropping occasional wet kisses, her tongue sliding across his white creamy skin, and they both almost sobbed in complacency. He reached up to kiss down her neck, down to the hollowed spot as she gulped, her hands cupping the back of his neck and urging on his kisses.

He swooped down and pressed his lips, dragged them across the top of her breast, thankfully the neckline of her tank allowed him the grace of doing so. He dared to think about ripping her tank off and fondling her breasts but he shook those erotic thoughts away quickly. He knew had he ventured deeper, he'd probably never sleep till after they both took the final step.

He flipped them over, and devoured her lips over and over until he couldn't breathe, distracting himself with her lips, her hands on his back, his seeping under her tank, and he closed his eyes at the touch of her skin.

His fingers danced across her tummy and then he moved himself lower and began pressing kisses on her tummy, on her sides, diverting his attention, in an attempt to cool down.

She giggled bubbly as his kisses tickled her, his lips all the more gracing her skin as laughter erupted from her.

Eyes almost on the verge of tears of mirth, she pulled him up, and he pecked her nose as she pressed a kiss to his chin.

Sighing against each other, they shared a silent moment before he rolled off and spooned her, kissing her shoulders from time to time, her back against his bare chest.

He moved her hair to the front, leaving the back of her neck bare to him, his eyes feasting on her exposed skin.

He nuzzled her, rubbing his nose down the length of her neck, her back and across her shoulder, his beard scratching her skin. She chuckled as it tickled her and pulled away when he refused to stop.

Immediately missing her skin so close to his, he yanked her back in, her head resting on his outstretched arm, his other arm around her.

"Don't you dare think about leaving." He whispered, moving his arm from her waist to glide his fingers through her hair.

"I don't know if you're being Sweet Singh Oberoi or Shark Singh Oberoi. Was that a threat?" She retorted, a bit shakily, though; her head felt giddy as she lay in his arms, her entire being on a high due to his touches, his kisses, his words.

He lightly kissed her shoulder, nodding.

She turned her face to gently brush her lips where she was resting on his arm, and he sighed as she left two kisses across his skin.

"Who would've thought..." He mused.

She sighed and studied his reflection in the window tentatively, he was staring at hers too, all the while the city a witness to their love which was unfolding, passionately, calmly, soulfully.

"However it happened, I'm just grateful that it did. " She said, emphasizing on the right word, in an attempt to dispel any thoughts of the circumstances of painful memories. She then continued, "Though I would have never imagine we'd be like this now, my Billuji." She grinned as she called him by the name he so loved."

Immediately, she saw him frown, and he squinted his eyes as he fretted.

She laughed openly at his annoyed expression.

"Ohh you think it's funny. How many times have I told you don't call me that!" He groaned.

"Come on Shi.. Billuji, I mean come on, at least now let me call you whatever I want to." She shrugged, wondering what it would take for her to have that power over him, that Billuji power.

"Absolutely not. " He said loudly.

"But why... Bill-"She stopped midway as he manhandled her.

She could say no more as he had yanked her under him and pinned her to the bed.

"That's almost the equivalent of a cold shower."

"I'm not understand... She crinkled her eyebrows in bewilderment.

He leaned down terribly close to her, and whispered, "My mom and Dadi call me that." He whined, showing her exactly how michmichi he was feeling before he continued, breathing his next words onto her lips.

"In future, don't use it, at least not when we're in bed." He smirked and pretended he was going to kiss her, before rolling onto his side of the bed again.

She huffed, her mouth forming words that wouldn't leave her, suddenly turning crimson as what had transpired between them finally dawned on her.

"You're blushing." He stated, quite pleased with himself.

"I... Woh... I'm not. " She said, turning away from him.

He sighed and shook his head as he hauled her up against him and kissed her cheeks, making her blush even more.

He leaned down to peck her lips once more and when he opened his eyes, he stared at the reddening woman, incredulously.

"What am I gonna do with you!?" He said, skimming his fingers against her rosy cheeks as she tried to look away from him; his eyes were piercing into hers, and she knew she'd only blush more.

"It's all your fault. "She murmured, fiddling with her fingers, frowning.

"I'm okay with being held accountable." He grinned closing in on her lips, and she burst into bubbles of laughter at her incorrigible husband.

A stampede of tender kisses and giggles later, their eyes finally drifted off to a place where maybe even dreams could not surpass the reality they had started living.

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The journey of togetherness...they are taking steps.

They know each other by now.But they were holding their desire and yearning for each other.

For Anika she always dreamed about a life where she will be someone's centre of their world.it. was her dream .From the beginning of their story the attraction was there from both side.But they hide that in their argument.For Anika shivaay was a person who only valued his own ideals.But after their forced marriage we saw a different shivaay.It was not SSO.It was Anika's shivaay.

You beautifully portrayed their thoughts.The dialogues was awesome.

They both waited for each other...they are taking steps slowly but with more passion and love is there.

It was treat to read this update.

They realised the soul connection.

They both dreamed about this..in their thoughts and words it is visible that the surprise is there.

They both craved for each other.

Eagerly waiting for your next update...

Loved it!!

It was awesome!!!

They dreamt of this

This was adorable romantic and sweet!!!

It was bliss to read this!!

Everything is superb and fabulous!!!

Waiting for next..

Update as soon as possible!!!