I'm back with another one-shot story of Shivika! Excited? Well, this is not my plot so please don't go on telling that I copied or something. This story was written from a request by a close friend. This is a south Indian movie and my favorite. So all the Keralites out there guess which movie it is and comment. I hope you all like it and please don't forget to comment and vote, I love you all.

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I hate that I still love him.

I hate everything right now. I hate the moment I met him. I hate the time when he came and saved me from some dangerous people. I hate that I fell in love with him at first sight. I hate all the times when I would daydream about him. I hate that I changed for him. I hate that day when I confessed my feelings to him. I hate his words that I was just a love-struck teenage girl. I hate that no one is there for me to tell that there would a prince charming for me. I hate the times when I cried for him. I hate the times when my cheeks become turned to pink at the sight of him. I hate that he is handsome even though it is not his fault. I hate every little thing about him but why can't I just hate him.

Life has been going easy for me with the best parents who use to stick around with me and fulfil all my wishes, with the best friends who are there for me all the time with an earful of gossips, with my bike who is my closest friend, with Aunt Elizabeth who is more like my second mother and with everything around me until he came into my life.

Shivaye.

I remember the day when I first saw him, instantly I fell in love with him. He was attractive, handsome and charming. He wasn't tall as most boys are but his height is perfect for him. The most thing that drew me to him was his greenish blue eyes, his hair was dark brown and was neatly styled and he is perfect.

I thought I won't meet him again because our first encounter was out of the city in an amusement park but then again I met him once when I was waiting for my School bus. I was in 12th grade when I fell hard for him.

Everyone here knows him except me, his name as said was Shivaye. At an age when they would be having their time of Life he was there for the poor, he was a social worker. He was kind and generous to everyone. My own father adored him and had a respect for him. He was alone with his mother living nearby our street. He did many other side jobs as well and also he is a kungfu coach, something that I didn't expect to come from him. He was perfect, again.

He knew my existence as only Dr. Mathew's daughter, Anika. My dad was a doctor and my mom Rose handled our family. I was so blessed to have them with me who let me be the person who I want, being my parents they had to go through daily my complaints but just other than a death glare they wouldn't say anything. I was their only child and all their love was showered on me.

I was curious what happened in his Life that he is so hard on love until I understood he hasn't moved on from past, where he loved a girl and they promised each other that their relationship will be forever but the girl ditched him when she got a marriage proposal from a rich man in America and that made him angry and felt betrayed. He believed that Love is pointless because his father left his mom and now the girl did too, not to say that the girl is my cousin Tia Kapoor. It made things worse.

My family wasn't against of Intercaste marriage, here in my place they fall in love, ask the approval of their parents, some agrees and happily accepts them, some disagrees which led to the couple running away from their house. It was as simple as that but it was kind of normal to hear when they left here. Why can't just the parents agree and let them live their life? My parents wanted me to be happy with whoever I was with; I wanted that to be him.

He was living a simple life and he preferred normal. I changed for him. I wore Salwars whenever there was a chance I will run over him replaced by my causal Shirts and jeans. I started watching News on Television replaced by my favorite Pokémon. I studied hard at night replaced by watching some horror movies. I started thinking out of the box of the world and my society replaced my doubt what would have happened if there is no ladoo, how will chotta bheem fight back. That was all about my Life but now I'm changed in a good way which surprises my parents so much.

What I hate most right now is that I agreed to meet up with him.

It was a unexpected call from Aunt Elizabeth telling that Shivaye want to talk to me but I refused if it was two days before then I would have literally broke my bed by jumping with happiness but now I decided that I have to move on, I need to find someone who will return my feelings, I need to get away from him but now when I will see him again then I will fall weak in my knees, that is another thing I hate the way he affects me.

In the end, I agreed and Aunt Elizabeth picked me up telling she will give me the ride to the place. After one hour the car came to a halt and Aunt Beth gave me a reassuring smile. I nodded and stepped out of the car.

I took a deep breath as the cool breeze slapped my face, it was the same place where he rejected me telling that I was a little girl, I was different from his background and when I grow up I will realize that all this was some stupid emotions and he doesn't feel anything for me. I cried for days thinking about it and I hate them but not him.

After that I Went to Delhi to study Medicine, I was following my father's path and I graduated but not even once in the five years I felt the same feelings for anyone else. I met Shivaye at the end of the year when his mom was admitted in the same hospital where I am training, taking it as the best chance and also with a little concern every day I use to check on her and not to mention the Whole two hours I take to dress up in the saree and climbing all the stairs to reach on time. Once there was a girl when I came in, damn she is so pretty and the way she talks to Shivaye I can see they are in love, her name was Mallika. I almost broke down the next day thinking all my efforts are just waste. My classes were over and leaving the parties behind I decided I will go home other than seeing Shivaye with that girl Mallika but God she was there in the station too, she said she was going home and I kind of acted rude to her but I was so sweet as sugar when she told me she is married and Shivaye is the one who helped her with it to elope with her lover boy – it is normal here. The rest of the journey we bonded very well, she was a sweet lady.

All the times when I did something for his mother him never had even mumbled a thank you, how arrogant and I love him, you know. When I returned I found that there was a project going on helping to get poor people to get married without a dowry, another thing I hate and I have warned my parents not to give a penny to the person who is going to bear me for the rest of their Life.

Since I didn't have anything to do I decided I will join them and started working on it with Shivaye. We had so many things to look after together so we became pretty close. Once he told me that it is his dream to make the world know about his mother, she was a poet and wrote beautifully. Once I had gone there and read one of them not to mention I embarrassed myself by showing a piece that I wrote about a fish! Ugh, I mentally slapped myself thinking about it right now.

I had made friends with an old man named Varghese who is a writer when I was studying he was just like my father and we got along very easily. I contacted him and asked Shivaye to come with me to meet my friend and he agreed quickly. That was the most surprising and shocking moment of his Life when Varghese Uncle handed him his mother's book I can say that from his expression. We bid bye to Uncle and while going he said he was grateful to me and I saw a ray of hope.

It didn't last long because the next day his mother announced that Shivaye will be marrying a girl in the list that is when for the second time I cried for him. I was so broken down and my world was shattered.I realized I was hurting myself in this and I have to move on from him.

I tried to take him out of my thoughts but when I closed my eyes the only thing I could see is his eyes.

I was thinking to break every string with him when Aunt Beth called and Now I am here walking towards the place to meet him, Shivaye again.

This was one of his favorite spots and I found him there with his hands folded and praying. If there is anything I genuinely prayed it was to make Shivaye realize my feelings and for my well-being of my parents. There he is standing and praying, what is he asking for?

I don't know how he understood that I was there because he turned quickly and the corner of his lips tugged upward making it a smile.

"Anika you know that I am a simple man" He looked at me and said the same lines he told me before.

"Now, he will say, Anika you are from a big family," I said to myself.

"Anika you and I are very different from each other and you are from a big family while I am an ordinary person" he repeated, god why I am here in the first place when I know that he will never say the words I am craving to hear from him.

Just great now he will say that, "Anika you still have a long way to go and you are destined for great things and while I am just a commoner."

He did and God can't he at least change the words. I sighed and nodded my head deciding to leave from here as fast as I could.

"But I don't care about anything now."

Okay. What? Did he just say none of this matters to him and he loves me? He is thinking of us and did he really tell or is it a part of my daydreaming? My head shot to look at him and he smiled.

Taking my hands in his he confirmed it, he took a small box from his pocket with a grin and my eyes couldn't believe seeing the ring that I bought for him the other day when I came here to propose him but when he turned me down I cried and it fell from my hands.

It means that he loved me from before?

He slipped the ring on my finger and I still couldn't register what happened. Did he mean he love me, does he have feelings for me like I do?

"Shivaye," I called at him but it turned out to be a whisper. He looked at me and smiled again which is something I am seeing more today.

"Yes, It is what you think it is," he said with a wink and held my hand and started walking, it felt so good to have his hand in me and It was perfect but...

"Shivaye, say the words," I said crossing my hands on the chest and he took a deep breath before standing on one knee which I haven't expected at all.

"I love you, Anika, I am so sorry that I was so rude to you but actually I was running away from you. I was so scared of the whole thing called Love and I didn't want to get betrayed again. I was attracted to you but I denied it to myself but no matter how hard I try to control my feelings I can't But now I decided that I will give a chance to ' Us ' and our relationship. I love you Anika truly" Shivaye completed and I felt like I was on cloud nine. It is really happening.

"I love you too, Shivaye " I confessed to him with a wide smile plastered on my face and I know I may be looking like an idiot but I don't care anything.

"I have to show you something," Shivaye said pulling me to a place and my eyes grew wide when I saw his bullet parked there. The thing which made me rooted to the ground as he had put the second seat back – for me. After Tia, he had removed it and decided that he will not let anyone be there in his Life and now that here I am with him holding his hand – I felt special and happy.

He took his seat and gestured me to sit behind him. I smilingly sat and wrapped my hands around his torso and my placed my head on his head and I can see his smiling face and I felt complete.

Then the bullet roared to life which is about us now.

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