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The Diary of Anika
Anika had sat at the edge of swimming pool. Her legs were dangling lazily and her foot was dipped in cool water. She was smiling remembering all the moments she spent with her Bagad
I don't like to take anyone's help. I'm not the one of girls who likes to be the damsel in distress waiting for their prince charming to come on white horse and rescue them. From childhood, I've been on my own. I study on my own, cooked for myself and done everything on my own. It's too much difficult to lean on anyone for support. I hate it.
My parents died when I was 6 years old. I was separated from my chutki by our evil relatives. I was left in an orphanage to grow up. The owner Kaali was a huge drunkardand never gives us proper amount of food. And he used to lock all of us in a dark room and beat us. He made us do work for him. I was living in that hell named orphange for eight years.
Then Sahil's parents Durga and Raghav Mathur adopted me into their family. They gave me the love that I always craved for. I got a brother named Sahil, who is now the reason of my smile and living today and parents in the flesh of Durga aunty and Raghav uncle. But our happiness didn't stay for long. After 3 years of adopting me, they died in a road accident.
Then trouble came in life with the face of Sundari Bua who made my life hell. I was pulled out of my college and I worked hard day and night doing random jobs in hotels as waitress and cleaning utensils. She made me work day and night. I had decided to stay quite for the sake of my beloved brother Sahil and his deceased parents.
Life goes on...
We moved on and were living happily my life. I had been into catering business and working for 2 companies. Life has became more easier than before. I earn enough money to keep me and Sahil away from being starved.
I had made few friends in my life. One of them was Priyanka Singh Oberoi, my best friend.She gave me a contract of catering for Maha aarti for Oberois, a major transition in my life.
That's tha day when I met the Kanje eyed Bagad Billa SSO orShivaay Singh Oberoi, my rival at that time and now my beloved husband and the love of my life.
We clashed at each other on our first meeting. I broke the windshieldof his car and threw back the money at this face which he had thrown at my face.
Then we meet each other more as his Dadi liked my work and hired me as his wedding planner.
After that our meetings grew more frequent and we meet each other more. Clashing of titans grew intense. With the phase of time, we became great friends and grew more close till the entry of Daksh in our life. Distance between us grew more and we fought more intensely.
Daksh proposed me. I accepted after two times denial. Shivaay was angry on me for Daksh's perfectly webbed lies tangled his judgement in the clutches of the well knitted web of lying spiders.
Tia and kapoors tried to separate us but they can't separate us.
He is agirgit. He has many different shades of himself . From Stone Singh Oberoi to Sweet Singh Oberoi, I have had seen many shades of him. He is just like the bittersweet chocolate. Shows too much bitterness but is just too much sweet inside.
Recently he has been taking care of me lately after me getting shot. He applied sindoor in between my hairline as I cannot make my hand reach there without tasting the pain of a broken hand. He feed me tonight with his own hands. He always make sure that I'm always taken care of.
Hope you all like it.
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https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/ishqbaaaz/4831320/shivika-os-love-and-friendship
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/ishqbaaaz/4826087/ishqbaaaz-ss-bhang-romance-part-2-and-3-page-3
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