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Recap: (In case you missed out on reading the last chapter :)): I recommend to read part 4 of Chapter 27 as as that is important part in which Shivaay confesses his love to Anika and she rejects him as she doesn't trust him, feels that she cannot love him or anyone as she is scared of getting her heartbroken, and then also because her parents have fixed her marriage to Armaan. Anika walks out to the party where Armaan proposes to Anika.

Overall, Anika's mom makes her promise her that she will have to marry Armaan. Anika agrees as she realizes she has disappointed her parents before when she ran away from home to marry Shivaay. She feels she hurt her parents' pride when she ran away from home for Shivaay as she ran away the day before her engagement was fixed with another man. So, Anika promises her parents and then the fashion show happens where Shivika walk the ramp together and then the Diwali part happens where Shivaay confesses his feelings to Anika.

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"Yes..." The word slipping out of my mouth and sealing the deal. Tears slipping down my cheeks as the crowd broke out in an applause clapping loudly around us. I felt the clapping as a taunt...a taunt at how I had signed by life off to a man I didn't even love, but I had to. I made a promise to my parents. I have already disappointed them. I have already betrayed them in the past. I can no longer do such.

Armaan smiled happily as he grabbed my hand slipping the ring down my finger. My eyes standing still as I looked at Shivaay standing in the back. His eyes full of tears as he looked towards me. An unusual ache seen across his face as he held the glass tightly.

Shivaay...you have lost your chance. Fate doesn't want us to be together. This is what fate has decided and it is for the best. We cannot turn time back and be together. It is impossible to do such.

Even if we could turn time back, would it be worth it? Knowing how toxic our marriage was seen in how much pain and sadness it held, I don't think I can return back to that life Shivaay. I don't think I can return back to you knowing that you haven't changed an ounce since the time we separated.

I don't know if I will be able to love you like I did before Shivaay. Your betrayal has sucked my ability to love someone...I am scared. Scared that if I become vulnerable to my heart then I might be betrayed and this time I may not even be able to gather myself.

"I am so happy for you Anika!" Mom exclaimed as she ran up to me hugging me as I continued to look at Shivaay as he appeared stunned. His body still as his eyes followed the ring I wore.

"I am so glad you made the right decision dear," Jhanvi aunty said kissing my forehead as Tej uncle hugged Armaan.

"Truly the best decision Armaan has made!" Tej uncle said proudly as Pinky aunty rolled her eyes and looked at me appearing not thrilled.

The ring weighing down on my finger as I felt my heart becoming heavy and suffocating on to itself as a love buried for Shivaay tried to come out. A sense of suffocation approaching me as I looked at Shivaay as he looked into my eyes hunting for answers to why I said yes. A sense of pain slowly poisoning me as I looked into his eyes seeing an unusual sense of suffering appeared in them seen in how they reddened and burned with tears.

"I am so happy Anika. I cannot wait for our new life," Armaan said happily as he grabbed my hand brushing his lips against the palm of it right where Shivaay had laid his kiss...his lips removing Shivaay's passionate touch.

The hair on my back standing up in a sense of discomfort as a sense of sin appeared to shadow over me. My eyes immediately moving towards Shivaay who stumbled back as he bit his lip as if he was being tortured. It appeared as if an invisible torturer lunged upon him as he moved his body in a stoic manner.

The voices of the crowd suddenly turning to pitch silence as a loud sound collapsed and dropped itself in the rapture of the crowd present.

Suddenly, glass collapsed against his hand as it lost its grip from the glass it once held....glass shattering loudly, piercing the edges of his soul as shards of it collapsed on to his hand.

My eyes widening as I felt the glass pierce me instead of him...slashing against a heavy heart intoxicated with bittersweet love.

"Shivaay!" My hand slipping away from Armaan's as I pushed my mom away and ran through the crowd. My feet kicking against the floor as I made my way towards Shivaay who stood in silence.

The glass failing to incite any pain as he stood still with tears rolling down his cheeks. His eyes following me as I ran towards him. Blood from his hand dripping down on the floor as he dropped his hand down appearing lifeless.

"Shivaay, here let me see..." I demanded as I reached out for his hand. My fingertips lightly brushing against it as he suddenly pulled his hand back. Flinching as he took a deep breath as he wiped his tears. I felt my soul twist as I felt that he had broken down.

"No!" His voice louder as his collected anger appeared to boil out in his voice.

"Shivaay..."His name coming out as a whisper out of me as I took a step forward. He immediately held his hand up as blood smeared down and pooled together. His hand trembling as his lips quivered biting into their dryness.

"It's nothing...nothing..." Shivaay whispered as a tear slipped down my cheek as I looked at him seeing his eyes numb from a sense of sadness.

We stood in silence looking at each other as I felt everyone's eyes on the both of us. My feet not wanting to move as I looked at him trying to understand him and get a sense of what he was feeling. I want to tell myself that Shivaay may be manipulating me, but somehow my heart is not agreeing to the thought. Somewhere I could see he may actually have been hurt...broken.

"Bhai...here let me bandage it," Priyanka's voice intervening in my thoughts as I looked at her. Priyanka attempting to grab on to his hand as he took a step back. Shivaay looking back at me as a dash of anger appeared in his eyes.

Without saying another word, Shivaay slipped his hand against the railing of the stairs and slammed his feet against it as he ran up not once looking back. He only ran with a sense of darkness following him...appearing to torture him as he held on to anger.

Shivaay's Point of View

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My feet hitting the ground as I stopped holding on to the railing as I felt my love losing its life as my heart's beats began to suffocate me. Taking a deep breath, I began to walk down the hall as a silence fell upon my anger and sadness. My feet matching her steps as she walked on the floor. Her eyes looking up above as she looked at me. Her gaze catching mines' as I looked at her.

Why Anika? You cannot be this cruel. Anika...the pain of these shards are nothing compared to the pain you have given me tonight...For the first time I have been so vulnerable...I have never been this vulnerable Anika and I was to you because I felt that we were finally reaching a cornerstone in happiness...I was vulnerable because your love weakened my hatred for you...I was vulnerable because I love you...

I looked at her as she continued to walk looking only at me appearing to have lost her sense of her surroundings as Priyanka and mother dragged her back towards Armaan.

Why are you looking at me like this Anika? Why are you showing vulnerability now that you have made such a big decision? This vulnerability and innocence that I am seeing in your eyes right now makes me want to take you away in this instant...away from everyone where it will be only you and me.

Gray shades immediately appearing in front of my vision as they lost Anika. The gray wall appearing suddenly as the balcony of the second floor had closed off just as my love had lost its ground burying itself once again into the ground.

Silence approaching the screams of pain inside of me, as my hand stung with the shards of glass. Dragging my feet toward my room, I slammed the door shut.

Immediately breaking down in the comfort of the room's darkness, I collapsed against the door. My body losing its strength that it displayed outside as I slipped my bloody hand against the door right on to the wooden floor laying lifeless.

"No! No!!" My voice hollering out screams as my body felt tormented in the realization of what it had lost. Shadows of passion and rage mixing together as it set my heart on fire.

"Anika I love you! I love you so much!" I began to repeat the words as the word love continued to repeat in my mind in a psychotic way.

My hands running through my hair as I began to pull on it in agony. "I love you...I love you...I love you Anika..." The words repeating as a song as they kept rolling out of my tongue in a whisper.

Each time the word love burning on to my heart as I engraved her name on it. Anika I love you...I want you Anika...I need you. Only you can give me peace. Only you. I need your touch. I need that purity that you have. I need that intoxication that only you give me...making me want to lose myself with you...Anika...you are the one who could end this drought of sadness and loneliness I hold...

I felt tears blurring my vision as I collapsed my hands against my mouth trying to force myself to hold back tears, but failing to hold them.

Anika...how can you forget our memories? Anika how can you forget me? If you didn't love me....find your desires in me then you wouldn't have slept with me that night...You wouldn't have dared to...You wouldn't have lost yourself in that cold night as the ocean waves fell upon us and the night thundered loudly trying to bring us back to reality...

Grabbing on to the door, I dragged myself up as I touched my lips feeling her tender touch on it. My hand running against my chest encircling right around my heart as I felt her past kisses on it. Her touch igniting passion inside of me as I felt my body burning...tormenting itself in memories...the fire beginning to burn my love into ashes.

Am I dreaming? Is this reality? I closed my eyes shut immediately opening them as the silence and darkness of my room fell upon me telling me that I was in a form of reality indicted by the loss of identity that the room had.

The vision rushing into my mind immediately snatching away its loss of reality. Anika's last word coming back as a sudden rush it immediately branched into my soul tormenting it in an instant. Her look that she gave towards me as if she was seeking revenge...The way she slipped her hand into Armaan's and he ran down that ring on to her finger claiming it.

My hand immediately capturing the fire on to the burning candle as I engraved the memory in my mind...the memory of how Anika made me a fool.

"How can you do this Anika?! How can you do this?!" The scream igniting me as I ran my palm against the candles making them fall down against one another right onto the rug. Fire immediately catching itself as it began to burn...bringing havoc with it that ran inside of me.

No Anika...No. I have claimed you. I have marked you. I have been the only one who has touched you...

"Anika! You are mine! You are only Shivaay Singh Oberoi's and no one else's!"

Running my hand against the crystal vase that drowned itself with water, I slid it down the dresser crashing it. Glass shattering as the water drowned the fire with it.

My hand running against the wall as I remembered how moments ago Anika humiliated my love...How she shamelessly walked away not once caring about my love for her. How can she walk away? I have everything. I have money, power, and love for her...then how can she walk away? She loves this toxicness. She loves this badness I have...then how can she walk away from me?

I love you Anika...I love you. I repeated the words in my mind as I collapsed onto the floor laying myself down against the ashes of the burned rug.

Rage running through my body as Anika's laughs began to appear inside of my ears mocking me...humiliating me...telling me how she finally won by not only leaving me, but marrying my enemy...my own family...the man I detest the most. Her laughter telling me how she was once my wife and now will go live with another family member of mines'....my enemy.

I felt drool slipping out of my mouth as I ran it against the rug attempting to find peace, but failing to do so. I cannot find peace if Anika is not with me. She told me to let her go, but now I know that I cannot...My love has reached a point that now it cannot be halted or burned...My love will have to reach its destination...Even if it means being my worst that I have been in the past...

"No one can humiliate Shivaay Singh Oberoi and walk away like that...Anika...you cannot do this to me. I love you and you cannot deny my love. I will never let you walk away with that man. Never. Shivaay Singh Oberoi will go to the ends of the world and drop the lowest if it means to have you and keep you...With love or force...I will bring you down with me even if it means that you will be mine..."

Anika's Point of View

I love you Anika. His words burning as ashes on to my heart. Did he really mean it? Does he truly love me? I bit my lips trying to bite into my tears as I clasped my hands together. Even if he loves me, how will that change everything? Nothing can change now...

Dad kissed my forehead as I sat next to Armaan. Armaan smiled and conversed with his friends as he held on to me hand.

"I am so proud of you beta. I knew you would make the right decision. I am glad you listened to your parents this time," Dad said as I looked up at him realizing he was hinting at the fact how I ran away years ago from home for the sake of Shivaay or the unknown boy according to my parents.

"God willing, you will get a lot of happiness in this marriage," Mom said as she ran her hand through my hair.

"Hm...congratulations Anika," Pinky aunty said coldly as she walked up to me and hugged me as Shakti uncle smiled and placed his hand on my head.

"Welcome to the Oberoi family beta. I am sure you find happiness in this family and in Armaan," Shakti uncle said smiling as I weakly smiled and looked at him.

If only you knew I had somehow been part of this family before and happiness was a long distance compared to the toxicity I endured at the hands of your son.

In this moment, I feel a sense of guilt overwhelming realizing what a big lie I was taking part in. Armaan unaware of the past I shared with this family, particularly Shivaay...At this moment, I want to tell him everything about Shivaay and I, but somehow fear is pulling me back...Fear of what might happen if I tell him...What if he tells everyone else in the family? What will everyone think and how will my parents react?

"So, when is the official engagement?" Shakti uncle asked Tej uncle as he smiled and looked at Armaan.

"Well...Anika's parents and we had already fixed the proposal this week. We actually have decided to host a small engagement party at Anika's house with just family two days later from today. I hope all of you are coming. We can forget about our business differences and celebrate together am I right?" Tej uncle said as Shakti uncle smiled.

My eyes widened as I looked at Mom and Dad quite shocked. So, they have already decided everything for me? Not once asking me if I am ready for the official engagement or even the wedding? I cannot believe they would do this to me, but then what can I expect? My parents have always made decisions for me...not once realizing that they are controlling another innocent person's life without their permission. It's as if I am a prisoner and not their daughter.

"That is great then. All of us will definitely attend the engagement party," Shakti uncle said as Pinky aunty sighed loudly as she glared at Shakti uncle.

I wonder where Shivaay is. Did he bandage his wound? How must he be feeling? Wait...Anika why are you so worried about him? You shouldn't be. You have to distance yourself from him.

My eyes wandered to the large crowd of people dancing on the dance floor in middle of the hallway. The music on the dance floor quickly changing to a slow song as everyone cheered.

"And now this is the next song for our newly engaged couple tonight!" The DJ hollered loudly as the crowd cheered clapping for us.

I shook my head in denial as I was not in the mood to dance with Armaan. In this moment, I just want to escape from everything and be alone. This is too much. Each and every second is piercing me and creating an unknown pain whose origin I cannot recognize. My mind cannot think of anything except of Shivaay at this moment...The memories from his confession continuing to repeat. I cannot shake off this awful feeling that I am getting ever since I said yes to Armaan and rejected Shivaay. This feeling is suffocating me.

"Anika please...come on let's dance?" Armaan said getting up and holding out his hand for me as Mom nudged me and wrapped her hand around my shoulder forcing me to get up.

"Come on let's go," Armaan said smiling as he wrapped his hand into mines' as I looked at him seeing a sense of joy across his face feeling guilty of how I was wronging him and how I was hiding such a big secret.

Leading me to the dance floor, Armaan wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me against him as I felt a sense of discomfort taking a step away from him as I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Anika you have made me the happiest man tonight. I cannot believe you said yes," Armaan said happily as I weakly smiled trying to show agreement.

"I know I should've talked to you before your parents, but once I told my parents I wanted to marry you they said we should first convince your parents because that was the best traditional way to go. I also thought that since we have been finding happiness in each other's company that it is likely you would not deny my proposal," He noted as I felt quite stunned hearing his words.

If only you knew Armaan that I was considering to end everything. If only you knew that I was not feeling the same about you after what happened that night in the jail. If you only knew that I said yes because of the promise I made to my parents.

Armaan twirled me as he brought me close against him. I sighed moving my face away as I felt him lean in closer towards me. Hs hand slowly running up my back making me feel uncomfortable as I felt his eyes move down towards my lips. I could tell he was trying to become intimate.

"S-stop..." I whispered as I looked up at him. An expression of confusion appearing in his eyes as he looked at me.

"W-what?" He questioned as he slowly slipped his hand down my back taking a step closer towards me as I took a step back trying to maintain a gap.

"I'm your fiancé Anika. Do you even know that we are soon going to get married?" Armaan questioned with a sense of desperation in his voice. I sighed as I realized the reality of the situation and what was to come forth. He was right that we were going to get married...we were going to be in a relationship that would move towards intimacy at a point...I know the reality, but somehow my mind doesn't want to face this reality...it doesn't want to know that it's soul will now be touched by a second man...I sighed as I looked at him.

"I-I...need time..." I whispered clearly failing in the argument as Armaan took a large sigh before raising his arm and once again twirling me.

My feet twisting on one another as the heel stepped on to the floor sweeping the anarkali I wore.

"Ahh!" I yelled as suddenly the lights went dark.

Darkness immediately covering my vision as I felt myself stumble and slip only to hold on to something hard.

"How did the lights go out?!" Someone yelled loudly in the background as the crowd erupted into worried voices.

A warm hand wrapped around my waist pulling me closely against the side of their body. My eyes widened in the daringness of the individual. Is this Armaan? How dare he do this? I felt anger building up inside of me as I placed my hand on top of his and suddenly scratched it expecting a scream, but surprised as I heard a soft chuckle.

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He took a deep breath giving out a minty smell...just like Shivaay did. My body going still as I felt him dig his fingers into my waist as he suddenly pulled me against his chest which heaved up and down against my back. A soft chill going down my spine as I felt a pair of lips graze themselves against the waves of my hair seducing me as I knew who it was. My eyes closing shut as the touch felt familiar...I gulped nervously as I felt his fingers lightly wrap a strand of hair around their finger. In an instant, I clarity hit me.

"Shivaay..." I whispered as I felt him smile against my head before he swiftly turned me around entwining his hand in mines'. Without a second thought he began leading me through the darkness as I placed my hand on his trying to pull it away as the crowd's worried voices continued in the darkness.

"Oh my God! Do something Shakti. This is so embarrassing that the Oberoi's Diwali party went dark!" Pinky aunty screamed loudly.

"Shut up will you! I am sending security to go check!" Shakti uncle yelled back angrily.

I cannot even tell Shivaay to let me go as it will likely catch someone's attention and this definitely will create a lot of problems for the both of us. I tried to snatch my hand out of his as he somehow led himself through the dark.

A sense of silence catching onto me as I realized he was leading me down a hallway. Where is he taking me? What will he do? There was an unusual sense of anger and pain to him when I saw him last. What if he takes his anger out on me? I felt fear creeping up on to me as my heart pounded loudly against my chest.

Before I knew it he opened a door quickly pulling me in and shutting it. Light suddenly hitting us as I squinted with my line of vision falling on to a tall row of books that covered the walls around us indicating he had pulled me into the library.

I felt my heart continuing to beat quickly across my chest as my stomach flip flopped in nervousness. Fear inching into me as I began to remember the anger and rage Shivaay used to portray when he would get mad at me...

His footsteps slowly gliding their way towards me as I stood still. The humiliation and shame he must have felt in realizing how he lost someone who he claimed will fuel his anger...I know his thought process and know how his sense of narcissism is highly present within him and takes control of him.

He stood close as I could smell the fresh breath of alcohol he carried mixed with mint. The smell of booze erupting from him as I he appeared mightly drunk from the heavy breaths he took.

Feeling his hand slowly trace down my arm, I flinched pulling it away. He let out a small growl before he grabbed my arm tightly as I let out a small scream trying to wrangle my arm out of his grip. Without saying another word, he pushed me.

My feet stumbling as it flew up in the air immediately making me fall on to the sofa in front. I felt my dupatta slip down my shoulder as I pulled it up looking back at him stunned. A sense of terror touching me in an instant as I caught sight of him. His eyes terribly colored red as he heaved with his teeth clenched tightly against one another. His body standing tall and stiff as it appeared to hold on to anger.

"S-Shivaay..." My voice stuttering in a small whisper as I tried to awaken him from his anger attempting to bring him back to reality.

Without saying another word, he lunged as he slammed his hands against the couch seat leaning his body closely towards me. My body immediately jumping back as I folded my legs up to my stomach gripping tightly on to the sofa.

"Shhh..." He placed his finger against my lips in an attempt to silence me as they trembled in fear.

His face an inch away from mines' as he leaned in closely towards me. His toxic eyes instantly capturing me not allowing me to say another word.

Gathering all strength, I brought my voice to life. "H-How dare you bring me here like this? You have no right to do this!"

"How dare you?!" His voice thundering as he pinned my shoulders against the sofa placing his knee on to the sofa as he towered over me. A sense of need to oppose dominance reflected in his bold eyes that was hungry to impose it.

"Let go..." I whispered as I dug my hands into his chest as he smiled leaning his face closer to mines'.

"How dare you treat me like this Anika?...Found pleasure in me...got intimate with me...charmed and lured me with your innocence..."

What is he saying? I thought as he brushed the back of his hand lightly against my cheek as I shivered moving my face away from his.

"You gave me peace with your touch...you comforted me...you loved me..." His last word immediately igniting a sense convoluted bittersweet emotions inside of me. Loved? Why does he think I loved him? Were my gestures relevant and related to the idea of love? I think they were relevant to lust and sin.

"Loved?" I whispered in confusion. Shivaay smiled as I felt the bandage on his hand run roughly against my neck as he placed his hand behind it pulling me closer to him. A sense of disgust overwhelming me as I couldn't bear smelling the alcohol that he emitted from his mouth.

"Since the past few days, you have exactly shown me love Anika...the way it was before. The seduction, the passion, the need to be admired and admire me was all reflected in your gestures just like before...A love we had for one another was still there..." He whispered as he ran his hand down my neck to my shoulder blade as I trembled as I realized he made an attempt to seduce me with his words.

His warm breath brushing against the side of my neck as I moved my face away laying it still against the sofa not wanting to give in, but knowing clearly I was.

I don't know what happened to me since the past few days. I was thinking about him...thinking a lot about him. That night in the club...something changed. I found solace in him and then the way he fought for me attracted me in an instant. After that I longed to talk to him and see him...If Armaan did not send my proposal and my parents' had not made me accept it then maybe...maybe I would have ended things with him and perhaps...perhaps indulged in more thought over what I felt for Shivaay...I don't want to find love for Shivaay somewhere inside of me, but I know it might be there...First love can never be completely removed from one's heart.

I felt Shivaay's lips against my left ear as I felt fearful of what he might do. His lips trembling against my ear making it warm up under its touch.

"So...how could you even think?...Hm...How could you even think about allowing that disgusting, filthy animal enter your life...How could you think you could accept marriage with a man who is unfortunately part of the Oberoi clan? Hm? How can you forget me? How can you yourself forget the bond we formed in the last couple of weeks?...How can you marry another Oberoi while sleeping with another one?!"

"Shivaay!" I screamed as I raised my hand up in the air ready to slap him.

Shivaay stood still not flinching once as I rose my hand up in the air. Anger and rage had become a poisonous mix inside of him as he stood like a mad man. His pupils dilated as his chest moved up and down heavily with anger trembling and rumbling inside of him.

"It hurts? It hurts to see your reality?...Sleeping with one member and marrying the other one? Hm?..."

I clenched my hands tightly as I drew in my anger trying to keep myself calm, but failing to do so as his disgusting words began to toxify my soul.

"Shut up...I swear you are going to regret saying what you said just now Shivaay...How dare you?!" My voice rising loudly as he slammed the end of the sofa as a sense of evilness appeared to consume him.

"It's the truth and truth hurts Anika. The truth is you slept with me. You yourself consented to sleep with me...On a beach! We slept together on a beach Anika and you are telling me it was nothing! The way you seduced me that night and made love to me! Why did you come on to me that night?!" He screamed as I jumped on to my feet instantly grabbing the collar of his shirt and pushing him back towards the wooden table behind releasing my anger...my disgust over how he had pointed directly at my character. Shivaay stumbling back appearing stunned by my action.

Clenching my fists tightly, I attempted to control the anger that consumed me and failing at it as the bottle continued to open slowly and fizzing with rage.

"Stop screaming filth about me you piece of crap! How dare you?! How dare you raise our dirty laundry like this?! I feel so disgusted right now..." I felt tears slipping down my cheeks as I ran my hands across my arms feeling nauseous from the idea that I had let him touch me, a man with so much filth in inside of him.

"I cannot believe I have been...fooled...just like last time...You know I thought you changed for a minute. That day at the club and the jail...I thought...I thought something changed in you...The way you held me...fought for me...fought for my pride and honor...but maybe perhaps...pride and honor are a commodity to you right? Something you can use and sell to your own advantage?"

The words slipping out of my mouth as I felt my heart pang as his disgusting words filled my ears, echoing through them.

Shivaay stood still as he looked at me. Only silence in the room as I began to hear fireworks outside...resembling the roar of our emotions for one another...my anger and disgust for him.

My words appeared to catch hold of his anger as he stood in silence wiping his lips with the back of his hand. I sighed as I slowly dragged my feet towards him.

"The way you have spoken about me is disgusting...The way you have implied that I was some loose woman who was desperate to have you disgusts me...So this is your love? Huh? This is your so-called love!" I screamed as Shivaay grabbed my arm pulling me against his chest looking directly into my eyes as I trembled finding a sense of rage and passion both in them...fearing what he may say.

"My love is something that has taken over me...my love tells me that I shall do everything to have you...have us...Do you understand? I did not mean to talk filth, but then you are driving me crazy Anika? That loss and sense of convolution inside of you is making me question so much! Why? What was that Anika? Was it really just lust that you had for me that night at the beach and the club? Nothing more. Nothing deeper? Hm? Tell me? What are we Anika?! What are we?!" He screamed manically as he pushed me back sliding the couch back roughly.

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"Nothing! We are nothing Shivaay! There is nothing between us and there never will be! This is the exact reason why there never will be an us! This filth that you speak! This dominance that you enact upon me! This fierce anger that is full of narcissism and self-centeredness without any regards to my feelings!" I screamed as I felt my voice getting hoarse and rough as I felt blood rushing to my face and breathing getting shallower.

I took a deep breath as I felt a sudden cramp in my womb placing my hand over it. I bit my lip in pain as I took a step back. My eyes moving towards Shivaay as he appeared to soak in my words.

He took a step forward as I moved away turning my back towards him wiping away my tears that I didn't want to see him. We can never be together exactly due to this reason. The type of arguments we have are so toxic...this argument an example of the hundreds of arguments we have had in the past. The sheer dominance he exerts is something that suffocates me.

But Anika, remember that most importantly...he betrayed you. He left you for another woman...He married you for a bet...He impregnated you while knowing that he was fooling...How can you forget such a big betrayal? How can you?

"Anika...I am sorry that I hurt you with my words, but the truth is...that I cannot live without you. I cannot imagine my world without you Anika...You don't know how much it hurts me to see you with Armaan...a man who is part of my family...I feel so disgusted by this Anika..."

"I don't know how much it hurts? I don't huh Shivaay? I was the woman who loved you more than her life...I was the wife who did everything for you...who ensured you were cared for, supported, loved...I worked so hard to keep us together and build a family together...What did you do? If you are questioning my character then think about yourself first! You slept with me hours before you threw me out of your house for Tia! You left me for Tia. Your foresaked such a sacred relationship for another woman and you dare to question my character! Look at yourself in the mirror first before questioning me!"

Grabbing my arm he turned me towards him. Tears continued to stream down my cheeks as I didn't want to relive the pain. Hurtful memories that broke my faith in love.

"I know I was wrong. I know I wronged you Anika, but you are above me. You would never dare to do such then why? Why are doing this Anika?" Shivaay's eyes softening as his anger appeared to have tamed.

I know I was initially wrong in pursuing a relationship with Armaan. My drive to prove to Shivaay that I can move on in life pushed me towards being with Armaan, but I didn't think we would go this far. I didn't expect marriage, but now my parents have made me promise them and I cannot let them down considering how I have ruined their reputation in the past.

I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes before looking away from his eyes not wanting to reveal my reasons. "If you love me then you will now suffer the same pain that I went through when seeing you marry Tia in front of eyes. Shivaay...you treated me like dirt...dipping your hands in the dirt, enjoying it and finding pleasure in it, before lifting your hands out and dusting them away...That's how you treated me and perhaps now you will feel how it is when one is treated in such manner..."

I slightly smiled realizing that perhaps karma had finally come back to him. That finally fate was doing justice to me and my love...that perhaps this is the reason why fate is now tying me to Armaan to show to Shivaay what he has lost.

I looked into his eyes as Shivaay's eyes widened appearing stunned by my statement. His fingers digging into my shoulders as I smiled not feeling the pain as I was overwhelmed by the fact that perhaps I was finally getting my due of justice.

"So you are taking revenge from me? You want me to go through the same like you did..." Shivaay whispered as I sighed looking into his eyes.

He doesn't love me. If he loved me then he would know that I would never stoop to his level and play with someone's feelings for revenge. The only reason I have taken this decision is because of my duty of being a daughter to my parents.

The fireworks continued to ignite and inflame the night sky as I felt it flash over the both of us. Silence being our only friend as we both had come to a loss of words. It's as if fate repeats everything. This fight we have just had is a repetition of all our previous fights...the anger, the screaming, and then silence...

My eyes moving down towards Shivaay's right hand as I noticed blood streaming from it falling on to my sleeve merging with the red color of it. My hand immediately reaching for his as I grabbed on to it.

"Your hand is bleeding..." I whispered as I felt a sense of concern. Perhaps, just a sense of concern from a doctor's perspective and basic humanitarian grounds.

Shivaay smiled as he looked at the hand. "My hand is not bleeding Anika...My fate is...My love is bleeding...My heart is bleeding..." I looked up at him as I noticed tears slipping down his eyes. Tears...he's crying? He never cries...never...Does he really love me? And If he does love me then what kind of love does he have? What does he define as love?

"Come back Anika...I will do everything and anything you say...I will lay down the world's happiness for you. Be mine. Choose me..." His words having a sense of urgency as he leaned his face closer towards mine.

I took a deep breath as I lowered my eyes avoiding his gaze and trying not to melt seeing his tears. His tears appearing to haunt me and question my decision. I have to be strong. He doesn't deserve me and I don't deserve him. My fate has decided on Armaan and I have to accept it. I have made a promise and that is it. The conversation ends.

Gathering strength not wanting to become vulnerable to his tears, I finally spoke.

"It's over Shivaay. Everything is over. You have to accept the truth..." I whispered as I snatched myself away from his grip.

Placing my dupatta on to my shoulder trying to hide his blood stains, I began to walk towards the door.

"What about the truth?!"

His words echoing in the room, suddenly shaking me, bringing me down to harsh reality as I stopped in my tracks. My heel slipping as I balanced myself against the wall. My mind going blank in an instant as I tried to understand if what I heard was correct.

"W-What truth?"

Shivaay turning back towards me as he made his way towards me. His eyes darkening as his tears disappeared and a sense of need to exert dominance reappeared.

"Our truth..." His jaw clenched tightly as the words barely escaped from him.

I stood shocked taking notice of the underlying threat hidden in his statement. Is he threatening me? But, why would he considering his reputation is at stake too.

"You wouldn't do that...Your reputation would come at stake. The reputation, the power, the money that you foresaked everything for in your life...you wouldn't give up all of that in an instant right?" I whispered trying to run through the conversation and taking as if I was trying to clarify my thoughts and my fears.

Shivaay smiled as threw his head up in the air before looking at me. A look of determination and pure evil suddenly taking over him...I felt stunned by the sudden change in his demeanor. A sense of evil that I had witnessed last...when he threw me out of his life. No. He cannot do this.

He took a step closer towards me as he leaned his body closer towards mine' exerting a sense of pure dominance. I stood still not backing away as I began to feel my heart beating loudly against my chest as my face turned red hot...A sudden fear leeching upon me.

"Besides God, only I... Shivaay Singh Oberoi can build himself and only I can destroy himself no other human can besides me. If I have the ability to build myself and bring myself at the top then I can bring myself down if it means to have you...Once Shivaay Singh Oberoi decides to have something or someone then he will get it no matter...I have marked you...made you mine...so I will be the one who will get you...No one else, but me...You are mine..." He hissed as his words sent an immediate, eerie chill down my spine. The threat eliciting sudden fear as I felt havoc break out inside of me.

Without saying another word, he opened the door walking out in an instant as I looked back at him. He had an unusual smile across his lips that indicated something completely evil was being cooked in his mind. A sense of determination apparent as he whistled before walking away.

No. He wouldn't dare to do such. He cannot. He can never do this. I know him too well and I know how his reputation is the dearest to him. He's lying. He cannot do this to me. He cannot ruin me like this. He cannot ruin himself like this.

But, what if he does something Anika? What will you do? What are you going to do? I should tell Armaan everything, but then what if he tells someone else? But, what if Shivaay does tell everyone about us? How can he? He has always been the one adamant about not revealing this secret, he cannot change. He must not change.

Shivaay's Point of View

https://youtu.be/b5Iu2QnFnwY

The game is on Anika. If you have decided to take revenge then I will not back down. I have seen love in your eyes for me and that tells me that you are just doing this out of bitterness for me.

I know this threat will work on you. It should. I don't want to ruin your reputation Anika. I would not think of it, but I can also not let go of you.

Right now I have only given a threat, but one thing is for sure that if I am going down then you are also coming down with me Anika. You cannot be intimate with me and throw me out of your life like this...You cannot. You cannot mislead me like this. Your actions have shown me and told me that you have chosen me. You are just disillusioned by your thoughts, but it's ok...I will lead you to the right path...

Hearing footsteps, I looked back realizing Anika was walking many steps behind me. One day we will walk together in public as one when no one will dare to question us. One day I will have you by my side and that day is going to come very soon Anika.

Armaan may win the battle today, but I will win the war. I smiled as I noticed the lights had come back on per my instructions.

"Shivaay! Where were you? You missed the fireworks and also did you know the lights went out?" Dadi remarked as she walked up to me.

"Really?" I said pretending to be unaware, but knowing I was behind everything.

"Anika beta...where were you? Everyone was looking for you," Dadi said as Anika appeared to wrap her dupatta around her shoulders as I noticed my blood had stained her sleeve marking it with my name.

She appeared embarrassed and awkward as her cheeks turned red. "Um...I...I..." She began to stumble as Dadi raised her eyebrow looking at her and me with a suspicious look.

"I was congratulating Anika on the great work she did with the fashion show and giving her pointers on running the free clinic since she is one of the few doctors working there as of now..." I intervened as Anika looked up at me looking surprised as I had taken her side. I smiled as I crossed my arms inching a step closer to her as I looked at her finding myself admiring her beauty. Her eyes showing a sense of pain and agony that I wanted to take away in an instant.

"Oh that is nice. Well actually Anika beta, your parents are leaving now so they were looking for you. Come let's go dear..." Dadi said as Anika smiled weakly as I noticed her eyes fall towards my hand that was bleeding. She bit her lip appearing to hesitate as she wanted to say something.

"Um...you should let Priyanka bandage your hand...It could get infected or something..." She whispered instantly bringing a sense of warmth to me, telling me how she still cared.

I slightly smiled as I looked at her. How can you claim to not care for me and take revenge from me when you have such sense of worry for me? Why are you worried for me Anika if you don't care about me or don't love me? I can see concern in your eyes and that concern doesn't belong to one a doctor shows, but a loved one shows.

Dadi smiled as she looked at Anika. "I am so happy you are coming to our family Anika. You are so concerned about others in this family. We are truly lucky to have you..." Dadi said happily as I slightly smiled.

Dadi, Anika will come to our family, but only as my love and not someone else's. I clenched my fists tightly as I thought about Armaan and how he had come between the both of us. Armaan is between us for now, but he will leave soon and be out of our lives. I thought as we walked out way out of the house and towards Anika's parents who stood in a distance.

"Anika where were you for so long? How did you just disappear?!" Nandini aunty, Anika's mom, exclaimed as she grabbed Anika's arm pulling her next to her.

Anika looked at her nervously as she appeared to not say a word.

"Anika was with Shivaay discussing something about the free clinic project," Dadi intervened as my eyes widened upon remembering how Anika's parents do not like my closeness to her. My eyes following Anika's father who appeared to throw a glare at me as Nandini aunty shook her head back and forth appearing to tighten her grip on Anika's arm making her squirm.

I looked at both of her parents realizing a sense of dominance that they appeared to exert upon her. My eyes following Anika who appeared to not speak a word. How could she just easily let them dominate her? It's so odd. I thought as I noticed Armaan smiling and giving Anika a seductive look.

I clenched my fists tightly as I attempted to control my anger. No one can look at my like Anika like that. No one. I repeated the thought in my mind as I threw Armaan a glare.

"Ok then we will see you the day after tomorrow at the official engagement," Jhanvi chachi said happily as my eyes widened realizing what I had heard.

Engagement? No. Anika cannot do this. I will not allow this to happen. The wedding preparations cannot begin so quickly. I must do something to stop the preparations. I cannot let Anika be with Armaan...

My heart began to ache as I thought about what will now be happening in the upcoming days...that Anika and Armaan will get officially engaged and then there would be wedding preparations...No this is wrong. It is absolutely wrong considering Anika is my first wife. How can she marry another member of my family considering the relationship she had with me. I cannot allow this atrocity to happen...this is wrong. Most of all I love her and how can I let her go then with another man? She can only be with me...she is mine and I am hers'.

I looked at Anika taking everyone's blessings before beginning to walk down the driveway to their car. She appeared to slow down in her walk as she stopped in her path turning as she appeared to look directly towards me. She appeared to have fear and nervousness as she looked towards me.

I hope you remember my threat Anika...I hope you turn back on your decision soon because I do not want to be my worst.

This heart can make one do a lot of things that they don't want to. Shivaay Singh Oberoi's heart is on fire right now and this fire will not simmer and be blown out until you come back and give peace to it.

Anika's Point of View

https://youtu.be/Dt5GMToSu5I

Lifting my gaze off of Shivaay, I opened the car door and sat down as I felt a sense of fear approach me. Fear of what may happen if anyone finds out about us.

Shivaay cannot possibly tell anyone about us. He cannot. This is so unlike him. My eyes wandering back to him as he stood at the steps of home looking at me. His demeanor appearing changed as there was an unusual sense of enigma in it. Something feels different about him and that is what scares me.

I sighed as I leaned my head against the seat as Dad reversed the car making a turn down the driveway and soon exiting the mansion as Mom and Dad waved at everyone. I sat still only observing Shivaay as we passed by him. A peculiar smile playing across his lips as his eyes showed a sense of determination and fire it them.

"Anika...what were you doing with Shivaay again?" Mom's question catching me off my trail of thoughts as I looked at her. She looked back at me as she appeared serious. I gulped nervously as I played with the end of my dupatta.

"How did you burn your dupatta? I didn't ask in front of others, but how did the end get burned?" Mom questioned as she looked at my red dupatta which had darkened itself into a moldy brown and black mixture.

"Um...like Dadi said we were discussing about the free clinics...um...that is all. A candle got caught to my dupatta so it burned,"I replied as I looked away avoiding Mom's gaze as she was good at deducing people's thoughts, especially mines'. Mom sighed loudly as she looked at my dupatta and then back at me.

"I hope you remember Anika beta that you are now engaged to Armaan who is Shivaay's cousin," Dad said intervening in the cold silence between Mom and I.

Shaking my head immediately, I looked back at both of them as Papa peaked through the rearview mirror. "I-I understand..."

"Well you should considering how inappropriate it is that you are hanging out with your fiance's cousin. Anika I honestly did not expect you to do such..." Mom muttered as my eyes widened quite shocked by her statement. Is she questioning my character? My own mother is questioning my character.

"Mom...what are you saying?" I whispered as Mom sighed and looked back at me.

"I am saying the truth. You are finally about to get married and now you have to understand boundaries of different relationships. Stay away from Shivaay and it will be the best for you...Armaan's family already doesn't get along with rest of the Oberois especially Shivaay, so now your duty as their daughter-in-law is to support them and stay away from Shivaay. Am I making myself clear?" Mom said sternly as I sighed clasping my hands together.

"Yes..." I replied in a soft voice as I looked out the window.

Mom and her conservative values. Indeed, sometimes I think these values are the reason why I am like this. These values that have bounded me to submitting to others' will whom I care about and share deep relationships with.

Mom and Dad have somehow always taught me to be selfless and be the ideal daughter which means always listening to the parents since that is love. Sometimes I question this teaching, but then I realize this is part of society and there is nothing I can do about it. I love my parents dearly and somehow that is something that is beginning to bite me in the back now seen in the fact that I have to marry a man that I do not have an ounce of love for because that is what makes my parents happy...I love them and the fact I have broken their trust is forcing me to commit, but my parents should understand and somehow they don't.

The car ride was silent except for the fact that mom was continuing to compliment Armaan and his family along the whole ride. It felt as if she wasn't talking about this to Dad, but me as she utilized subtle implications on how great they were. It felt as if she was trying to manipulate my mind and convince me how correct her decision is.

As I escaped from hearing mom, I pondered over what happened today. Mom's words disappearing as somehow my focus shifted towards Shivaay. Each and every word of his repeating in my mind...

I love you. The tune of these words that fell out of his mouth appearing to continue to repeat in my mind as I began to replay the moment in my mind. The feeling of his tender kiss still apparent on my lips as I touched them. Has he really found love in me? Did my years of love that I expressed as his wife finally melt his heart?

I felt a tear slip on to my lip as I touched it realizing I was crying...Why am I crying? Why do I feel so heavy? Why am I still thinking about Shivaay? I shouldn't be doing this. This is wrong. I shouldn't be crying over him considering how he treated me tonight in the library and questioned my character...but why am I crying? Is it because I know what I have done tonight is wrong. Is it because I feel guilty for playing with Armaan's mind and hiding the truth from him? Is it because my parents fail to understand me?

Or is it because I may have once again lost Shivaay...? The thought immediately crashing through me as I felt my body tremble.

Our car stopped as I realized we had reached home. Quickly getting out of the car, I ran up the steps as mom and dad followed.

"Anika slow down! What's the hurry?" Dad called after me as I opened my clutch quickly pulling out the house keys as I fumbled with them trying to open the door. My hands trembling as I wiped my tears trying to hide them from my parents.

God, I just want to be alone right now. I feel so awful right now and I don't know why. I don't know what is going on with me. Tugging the knob roughly, I finally opened it pushing my way through.

Without a second thought, I began to run up the stairs.

"Anika! Where are you going?! We have to talk about the engagement preparations!" Mom called after me as I sighed dragging my dupatta up the stairs.

"I just want to be alone! Please!" I yelled back as my voice barely broke through my tears.

Without hearing another word, I rushed to my room and slammed the door shut as I leaned against it. And soon the tears began as I felt my body lose its strength as it began to tremble.

What have I done? I have ruined my life tonight with my own hands...Without any thought to my past, I agreed to marry Armaan for the sake of my parents without realizing how wrong I am. His cousin was my husband...Shivaay...Shivaay was my husband and now I am daring to go back to that family and be with his family members....Oh my God...I placed my hand on my mouth as I screamed into it.

"What have I done?! Shame on me!" I screamed into my mouth as I dragged my hands across my lips wiping away my lipstick.

Were Shivaay's accusations correct? Am I truly a woman of no character? I leaned back against the door realizing how I got intimate with Shivaay without any concern towards Armaan...even tonight knowing that my marriage had been fixed with Armaan....

I took a deep breath as I began to feel suffocated. My mind spinning as I continued to take deep breaths placing my hand on my womb as I felt a cramp. I sighed as I threw my purse against the wall feeling anger and shame all mixed together with a poison of heartache that I felt.

My feet stumbled as I made my way towards my bed laying myself against it as I hid my face into the pillow not even wanting to see myself in the mirror.

I love you. His words once again repeating in my mind as I bit into my hand continuing to cry. Does he really love me? I don't know...There was a sense of genuineness in his voice and vulnerability in his eyes when he said the three words, but then I don't know what he calls to be love is really love...That sense of obsession and selfishness in his choice of words that he has used for me tonight tells me that perhaps he has mislabeled his obsession, ego, and narcissism as love...

Perhaps, Shivaay cannot see me with anyone else as he see's me as a thing that he has used and kept. He presses a sense of ownership upon me and perhaps that is what he see's as love because he cannot accept the fact that someone is coming close to me...I don't know...I don't know what has led him to realize that he loves me...

I sighed as I placed my hand on my heart as I felt it twist and turn inside of me. I don't know if I love him...I am scared that if I look too deeply I might find something that I don't want to see...I turned towards my side as I placed my hand on my stomach feeling it twist inside of me with guilt.

He is my first love and the only man I have ever loved...How can I just take him out of my heart? I cannot say that he is nothing to me and that my love is completely gone, but then how can I love him after what he has done?

I am so confused. What mess have I gotten myself into? I am the one to be blamed for this mess that I have buried myself in. What have I done? I clenched my bedsheet tightly before throwing it down on the ground angrily.

Nobody can get me out of this mess. No one. What is done is done. Now I have to follow fate...I cannot do anything now...Even if Shivaay loves me it is too late. Even if I don't want to marry Armaan it is too late because I have promised my parents...There is nothing I can do now.

Shivaay's Point of View

I took in a deep breath as I drank the last sip of wine trying to drown myself away, but failing to do so as I looked at the wooden floor seeing her reflection on it.

"Anika..." I whispered as I smiled tracing my hand across her reflection trying to feel the smoothness of her skin as I traced my fingers to her lips.

"I love you Anika...believe me. You have changed me Anika. I never thought I would ever love someone, but you have changed me...I love you..." My words continuing to repeat themselves as I let the bottle of wine roll itself down the wooden floor. Its loud sound awakening me from the fact that Anika wasn't here.

I dragged my hands across the pictures that laid in a pile around me. Pictures...of both of us together. I smiled as I looked at a picture of Anika shyly smiling as I kissed her cheek. Her shyness is an intoxication that further ignites my love for her...I smiled as I looked at a picture of her hugging me tightly as I held Chaaya in my arms.

"Chaaya...I told you that I will bring your mother soon and I promise I will...Your mom will go nowhere meri jaan...We will be a family like we were before..." I whispered with a sense of determination as I grabbed the picture holding it against my chest fearing if I would lose it then I would lose my hope.

"Anika...you cannot do this...for revenge...How can you stoop so low? The Anika I know would never do this..." I whispered as I sighed wiping my tears.

"Shivaay..." The sound of the voice awakening me as I looked up at the tall figure whose shadow fell on to me as I laid on the floor in the large closet of my room.

I squinted my eyes wiping them trying to see who it was. As I got up from the floor, I got a clearer view realizing it was Om. Clenching my fists tightly, I looked away in anger as I didn't want to see him right now.

"What do you want? Huh! Get out!" I screamed as I slammed my hand loudly against the floor trying to insert command and push him away not wanting him to see me like this.

Om took a step forward towards me as I looked away trying to avoid him. "Shivaay...look...I understand how you are feeling right now...You love Anika and want to be with her, but now she is with Armaan..."

"Shut up! Shut up and get out of here alright?! I don't need your useless sympathy ok?! Shivaay Singh Oberoi doesn't need anybody's sympathy! Do you get that?!" My scream echoing in the silent dark room as I got up looking at him.

"Shivaay...I know right now we have our differences in a lot of things...but at the end of the day you are my older brother and as a younger brother I have a duty to support you and help you..." Om argued as I looked at him quite stunned by his statement. Is he saying this? Oh really?

I let out a small chuckle as I looked at him and his stupidity. "Do you think I am a fool? Hm? Do you really think that Om? Because...if you remember precisely, you left me alone in jail not once attempting to bail me out..." I argued as Om sighed looking at me appearing at a loss of words.

"I-I know, but...that night we had a fight about business and I was mad at you, so at the spur of the moment I left which I shouldn't have...I am sorry about that..." Om placed his hand on my shoulder as I looked at him.

Should I trust him? I don't know, but I feel like I shouldn't trust him...As if something is off. But, then he is my brother...Despite how distant we are, at the end of the day, Om must have some respect for relationships and our bond mostly since we share the same blood.

"Anika...whom I treated the worst, stayed for me and got me bailed..." I replied as Om smiled.

"See...she loves you. I mean why would she do that if she doesn't love you right? No girl in her right mind would stay back to help their ex husband except the one who may still love their ex..." Om muttered as I raised my eyebrow looking at him.

I felt my head spin slightly as I felt considerably drunk. His statement further confusing my drunk mind as I looked at him. "Hm...really?" I questioned with a smile on my face as Om smiled wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Yes Shivaay...look Anika is upset with you, but...I mean she probably loves you...Maybe she wants you to feel the way she did when you left her...I think you have to fight for her. You know. Sure, love is selfless and all that, but at one point you have to become selfish and fight...I mean right?" Om muttered as I nodded realizing he was speaking the same thought that I was having at the moment.

Anika does say love is selfless, but it doesn't mean it completely is. If one is losing their love then they have to be selfish. Right?

"But...she says she doesn't want us to be together..."

"Well what does she know? I mean do you really want her to be with your cousin...our cousin Armaan! That is awful considering Anika was your wife and now she will be..."

"Shut up! No! Don't you dare say that!" I yelled back at him as Om shrugged his shoulders looking at me.

"Well...I mean this is the reality right now...I heard Jhanvi chachi and Tej chachu saying that the wedding is likely going to happen by next weekend...They said Armaan wants a quick wedding since he has to return to the south soon as their hospital branch is going to take over a local hospital in the area..."

My eyes widened as I looked at Om. I felt the ground beneath me beginning to spin as Om's revelation stunned me. My heart beginning to pound as I felt anxious with realization that I am short on time...that I have to do something soon or Anika will forever be Armaan's. No. I cannot let this happen. Anika is only mine.

"I have to fight for Anika...I cannot let her get married to Armaan so soon and so fast..." No...I cannot let Anika betray me and take revenge from me for what I did. No. Absolutely not.

"Shivaay...you should fight for your love. You should fight for Anika!" Om said as he took me into a tight hug. I felt a small smile across my lips as I realized for once Om had forgotten about our differences and was standing right next to me...supporting me.

"Why are you supporting me Om?" I questioned as Om smiled.

"Because...At the end of the day you are my brother...Gauri talked to me tonight and told me how I should give family the biggest preference than money and business because at the end of the day that is what matters...I am sorry Shivaay and I understand why you don't want to invest further in my business because you want me to become more independent...So I understand. Since you are so concerned about my future, I too should be concerned about your future...which is with Anika of course...Look I think you should fight for your love because I want you to be happy..." He noted as I slightly smiled looking into his eyes seeing a sense of change...

"You are right. I will fight for my love...I will not give up on her. I will not give on us and my love..." I felt a sense of determination inside of me as I realized that Om is correct. Anika does love me, but I just have to fight for her. Knowing her, she is upset with me and maybe wants me to feel the same way that she did, but it's ok...I will fight for her...I will do anything to get her because that will be the best for her...Anika's happiness is only with me and no one else. No one.

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I will let the story speak for itself and I am really hoping that as the chapters unfold, you will begin to perhaps understand my reasoning behind each character.