Hi everyone :) I want to begin by thanking God who gave me the courage to write this chapter...this chapter that will completely turn the story...I had extreme difficulty writing this chapter knowing the expectations readers hold from everything that has happened in the past chapters and attachment they have formed for the character...so I tried and if I failed then I guess that is what fate had set for me. However, I want to thank all of you are still continuing to read this story and trusting me with this concept :) I really want to thank you because to be honest I don't have confidence in my writing and I struggle writing each and every chapter, so thank you for appreciating the naive, amateur writing style I have :)

Please read the last scene carefully where in one sentence Shivaay brings a huge turn in the story.

I promise to reply to all of your comments for Chapter 33 soon...I am so sorry for the delay, but I got busy writing this chapter :( I will reply to the comments made on Chapter 33 and Chapter 34 together :)

If possible, please read Chapter 33 before reading this chapter because Chapter 33 was essential in introducing Anika's love angle and current feelings for Shivaay to expand the perspective that readers will form about the twist that will occur at the end of this chapter.

Author's Friendly Note: Shivaay will be changing dynamically in each and every scene in this chapter and that was done on purpose to reveal the toxic, dynamic relationship he shares with Anika that changes shades from love to sudden selfish, demonic self...He is the confusing, complex character, but I have done this on purpose to show how much Shivaay still has to change and he hasn't completely changed.

Also, if some scenes are abrupt then my deep apologies, but I know readers had a few expectations of how some parts should be shown and I had to do it because all of you love Shivika so much including I, so I had to add a lighter scene, but also show the dynamic, emotional rollercoaster relationship Shivika have and had in the past and likely may have in the future.

It is very late at night in the U.S., so I tried my best to do edits, but I am so sorry if some scenes are abrupt or any grammar issues are seen :(

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Thunder rumbling loudly as rain began to fall indicating the beginning of a storm. My feet stumbling against the gravel letting the mud slam against my flesh that subtly slipped deeper into the filth I had dipped myself in with my own sins.

My father grasping on to my arm tightly with his eyes full of rage consumed by how he was dishonored...how his pride was thrown to the gallows due to his own blood. Tears streaming down my cheeks as I grabbed hold of his hand attempting to free myself from his grip.

"Please let go! Let go!" Screams erupting from me as he dragged me down the path towards the man who took part in the sin.

My vision blurring with tears that burned as hot wax right on to my soul drowning itself down on to the two precious lives I held inside of me. Fear entwining them tightly whether they would be able to survive this dangerous toxic volatile moment that would now soon erupt...A sense of fear tightening on to me for them as panic hit me thinking about what level my family could stoop to when it comes to saving their honor...

Why have they brought me here? Why?...What are they going to do? What will Shivaay do once he finds out? My heart beginning to suffocate and uneasen itself upon the realization of the large havoc that will now happen once this fateful truth is revealed...A sense of fear over what words my children would hear from the filth that now will not only be thrown at me, but also them.

"Please let me go! Please!" I screamed holding on to my steps before Thaiyee ji grabbed my arm pushing me forward. My feet stumbling as my dupatta dragged its way underneath them.

My hands immediately grabbing on to mom's hand as I looked at her pulling myself on to the ground. "Please don't do this! Please don't tell them! I beg of you!" My plea wailing itself through my cries begging for once to be shown mercy for the sake of these precious lives I carry...What am I going to do when everyone finds out? They will all malign these innocent children...I cannot bear it. I can still bear the loss of my honor...my pride...my dignity, but not of these precious beings who are completely innocent.

Mom grabbing my arm holding on to it as she pulled me closer looking directly into my eyes...A threat appearing to envelope in the reflection of her soul as she looked at me with her bloodshot eyes that appeared ready to even commit the destruction of their daughter's remaining honor if it meant to kept theirs'. "Don't tell them! Huh! Their son ruined our daughter and we will just sit and not say a word! Their son dared to take the honor and pride of the Malhotra's daughter-Their son maligned us and now we will ask for justice!" My eyes widening hearing her words that screamed the fact that this was not about me...or my children, but it was for her and the Malhotras...this was about their pride...their honor...not me. So in their eyes I could go to hell and even deeper in the grave if it meant to retrieve their honor and pride.

Her and my father grabbing on to both of my arms as they led me down towards my fate...a fate now that had completely slipped its control out of my hand...a fate now that was controlling each and every moment in my life...deciding when I deserved punishment for my sin...

"Hold! Where are you going?!" The security guard yelled as my father dragged me up the steps to the front door.

Thaiyaa ji immediately taking a step forward looking eye to eye towards both of the guards. "We don't need permission from you or anyone else. At this point we had a right to walk into this mansion and question those bastards!" And in instant without allowing them to even intervene one bit, my father grabbed a hold of my arm pushing his way through the guards beginning to drag me down into their throne.

Gathering my strength, I attempted to stop them along the way, but failing as he took control of me and led me down. My strength beginning to lose out on itself as their rage...their anger...their filth took control of me overpowering me as a sense of weakness lifted itself on to me. My head beginning to spin as I felt a sudden cramp in my womb knowing they were undergoing a sense of torment at the moment not being able to bear the sudden shock.

"What is this?! What is going on?!" My eyes immediately falling towards Shakti uncle who immediately jumped up from the sofa. A sense of anger entangling him upon seeing how someone dared to shake their throne by walking into it without any shame.

Pinky aunty and Daadi pacing their way towards us looking immediately towards me with a sense of disgust...seeing me with eyes that perceived me as a beggar stripped of all values and not even capable of even being called a hex.

"What happened now?! How dare you all come here?" Daadi exclaimed taking a step towards us with a sense of pride apparent in her words as she saw us as those who came from the gutter not capable of even being in their presence.

Tears continuing to stream down my cheeks as my gaze lowered realizing that now the bits of honor I was collecting and holding on to for the sake of these innocent ones in my womb was not about to be lost...an honor that even I beg for would never be given to me in mercy. My dupatta slipping down my shoulder as it didn't want to touch me...knowing that even it could not cover and veil my sins...it could not veil the obscenity that now will become engraved within the flesh, but also on those I carry.

"Bring that Shivaay Singh Oberoi down now! Now I say!" Thaaya ji yelled as his voice echoed through the empty mansion. Thunder rumbling its course behind him in an ominous tone indicating it was not only pouring its veiled anger on the innocent graveyards, but also on those who sinned and needed to be punished in their lifetime.

I stood still as I felt my soul slowly slipping away as once again it began to bury beneath the Earth with bits of its honor and dignity vanquishing in it. My mother dragging her fingers down my arm digging into it, but failing to incite any life since now the soul that carried and brought breaths to this life was slipping away wanting to leave the palm of my hands and escape, but barely holding on for the sake of those two who were depending on my heartbeats...my breaths...to give themselves life.

"What?!" His voice roared loudly with a sense of the demonic being lingering closely inside of him incited by the sudden havoc...the storm that lifted itself on to him.

A shiver running and trailing itself down my spine with a sense of realization of what was about to happen...My mind going still knowing that it had now lost. Now it could do nothing...Nothing at all. Now it will only retrieve itself and allow the soul to also escape letting the flesh to endure the wounds.

His footsteps slowly making their way down the stairs as I felt his dark presence hover and near its way towards me. His intense gaze...that once looks with love...and once in anger...always changing shades and grays and hues...set upon me.

Moments ago, I was the one in power...I was the one who pushed him away in an instant...leading him to surrender and finally let me go...But oh fate is cruel...Fate always makes me surrender...to him...Fate desires it and ensures I fulfill its desires...even the sadistic ones.

My eyes slowly lifting themselves up as I caught sight of him dressed in all black reflecting the dark soul he carries each and every moment. His eyes setting stone in mines' as they appeared to subtly lift their darkness capturing sight of me...He thought he would be deprived of my sight, which he was for a moment's time, but perhaps fate listened to his obsession and fulfilled it.

My trail of thought shattering as suddenly a large force impelled itself against me with my feet lifting themselves off the floor. My hand immediately grabbing my womb in an instant as a sudden fear flew out of it entwining into the little souls I held...threatening to take them away.

My feet flying up stumbling against the floor as my hands attempted to grab on to the figure in front of me. His arms immediately lifting themselves up capturing me an instant as my body stumbled into his comfort...his protection.

Tears lifting themselves against his chest as my eyes pressed themselves onto his heart. At that moment, my soul appeared to surrender to him...surrender to fear...knowing in that moment that now it would not be able to fight alone for the honor and dignity of the innocent beings it carried...that now it needed a companion to support this hallow soul for the sake of the cherished treasure that was also a part of him.

His hands trailing against my shoulders as he lowered his gaze finding my tears that screamed our children's distress...feeling tormented by the prying eyes of the world...My hand immediately grabbing on to my dupatta clasping it against my mouth as I attempted to hold back my tears, but failing to do such as they made their way down my cheeks.

"Look at her! Look at what you have done to her!" My father yelled as Shivaay's eyes slowly moved towards me appearing puzzled by the statement failing to realize what happened and what was soon to happen in their lives...failing to realize the secret that I have kept delicately away from him...a secret that now will not only burn me, but also him and our children all into ashes.

My gaze lowered not once looking up as these eyes did not have the will to look into his with fear of how he might react or say finding out the secret I kept from him to a point that I was pushing him away from his own children.

His hands immediately tightening their hold on my shoulders as he looked up towards my family. "What do you mean? What have I done to her?" His voice appeared to hold on to bits of anger that he suppressed with a sense of confusion about what accusation was being laid upon him.

"Wah! You committed a sin...a sin! You took our family's honor and soiled it with your dirt...You soaked her womb with your sinful, vice hands..." Mom spat taking a step towards us.

Shivaay stood still as my gaze lifted finding a sense of loss in his eyes...Thoughts swirling in him as he appeared to have understood, but was denying its core thought. His eyes moving down towards me looking into the reflection of my soul trying to find the answer if what his thought at the moment was true...

My eyes standing still revealing the secret in the tears that laid in them...His eyes appearing to widen as his hands slid down my shoulders with a sense of disbelief touching him...as if he was in a phantom like dream...where reality was twisted to a point that is was unreal...but sadly this reality was the truth...his truth.

His gaze lifting towards my father and mother who stood in front of him calling for justice to their honor. "You maligned our daughter's womb...You slit her womb with your sins...Anika...is pregnant...with your child," My mother's voice barely cracking as she finally lost her anger to a rush of somberness that overpowered her.

Silence was the only the sound amongst us. Shivaay standing still as his gaze lowered falling on to my womb as I faced him with my truth...our truth...a blessing in disguise of a punishment for our sins...Everyone will see these children as the product of sin, but to me they are not...but only a blessing. However, even if I scream to them to not throw their filth on my precious souls, they still will because that is the obscene thinking of society.

His gaze appearing to question each and every word I had spoken to him since yesterday till now...words that screamed to him...to let go of me...screams pushing him away from me and his children...because of fear...fear that he would snatch them from me...

"What are you saying?!" Shakti uncle's voice echoing loudly shattering our thoughts as I kept my back to everyone except the man in front knowing I was guilty...in failing to reveal to him such a big secret and how I had conspired to escape him and everyone for the sake of these two.

"No!" My heart suddenly badgering upon the sound of Shivaay's voice that imposed his sovereignty over this matter. Lifting my eyes up I saw his eyes appearing to embrace a sense of stoicness placing a veil over the squall of emotions he carried at the moment...emotions he was holding on to tightly to maintain his power over the matter that concerned him and I.

Shivaay's hand lifting up as it appeared to tremble, but imposing a sacred line between them and him and I. "No one will say a word...No one! Do you all understand? No one will say a word..." His voice appearing to tremble barely keeping a hold onto the havoc that was burning in flames inside of him at the moment...appearing unable to comprehend each and every line spoken moments ago.

His hand slowly trailing itself on to mind taking a grasp on to my palm that laid lifeless with a sense of fear upon the thought of what would happen next...what he would say...what he would do... "No one will say anything...understood?...Anika...and I...need some time alone..."He barely let out the sentence with his breaths appearing to choke on to him suffocating his authority that he held in confidence in front of everyone.

My eyes widening as he immediately turned around taking command of me. His hand wrenching on to mines' as he began to lead the way up. "S-Shivaay..."His name barely slipping out of me as I felt tears take hold of me not allowing me once to stand ground, but pushing me to surrender to the moment...Fear of the demonic darkness he seemingly held beginning to untangle its way into me lurking by past wounds reminding me of the way he would go in moments of rage...

Shivaay looking straight ahead not once looking back increasing the pace with my dupatta falling against the edges of my feet as I stumbled taking grasp of his arm. His eyes immediately moving back, wrapping his hand around mine that laid on his arm, his blue hues appeared to soften slightly seeing the trail of tears down my eyes.

"We need to talk..."He hissed appearing to hold on to his anger as his shades changed in an instant. My eyes lowering feeling a sense of angst crawling into me upon the thought of what he would do now...considering he has figured the reason why I was pushing him away...a reason he will not accept knowing that I was pushing him away from his own heirs.

Without saying another word, he slammed his hand against the wooden door to his bedroom before pulling me inside. My feet stumbling against the carpet as I grabbed hold of the bed in front with my dupatta grazing against the ground drifting its way down.

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Tears shattering against the bedsheet as my knees dropped down on to the ground finally giving up...giving into the moment knowing that now I was going to meet my end...I have lost everything. Everything. My honor, pride, dignity burned already...values I always cherished, but now this womb may just burn and be snatched from me...He is now going to go in rage and then he will impose his authority...a cascade of webs that would lead me to surrender my children to him...

I am so sorry...I tried everything to keep you, but...I failed...I am sorry...My heart spoke to them who laid unaware of what was supposed to come for them...A sense of filth daggering and badgering into me not only soiling me, but this time my children as well because my sins now will not only rub, mold, and engrave themselves into me, but also the innocent lives I hold because they are a part of me...Now my soul will be buried because these two are my lifelines and if they go...then I don't know how I will live without them...

My wails becoming the only sound in the room as I clenched on to the bedsheet burying my face into it knowing how this beneath this ground would be my grave if I lose these two...precious lives...to him...What am I going to do now?...What will my family do?...I have no one. No one. My family will do everything and anything to retrieve their honor even if it means to sell my soul to the devil....And Shivaay...he is shallow...His shades change in moments...unrecognizable...I know one thing, he may just steal these two from me.

A wave of chills crawling their way from the ground to my heart as I felt him initiate his steps towards me. The ground beneath me beginning to spin as a sense of revulsion once again grew inside of me from the torment the precious babies were feeling inside of me wanting to escape.

"Anika..." My name coming out as a soft hymn from his lips as he stood over me taking in the sight of me whose soul was now battered with the vices of those who once lived in this heart for whom I gave up everything for.

Biting into my hand, I choked my voice not wanting to say a word with a sense of horror hovering around me remembering each and every moment he went into a dark rage. He appeared to take a step closer stepping on to the end of my dupatta...an innocent veil he lifted that night taking me away from reality for a moment...that night that led to this day of malign.

"Anika...are you...pregnant?" His voice appearing to crack. My eyes closing shut as my hand wrapped itself around my womb not being able to gather the strength and tell the truth...as the aftermath of my confession incited fear.

Silence still present as my body went still catching hold of my voice and not allowing it to slip by. My heart twisting on to itself not ready to face the havoc.

"Tell me!" The scream of his anger finally erupting making me flinch immediately realizing where this moment was being headed towards...remembering our marriage and how he would go into such moment often with this tone...

"I..I...S-Shivaay..." Barely keeping my words together, I stuttered keeping my gaze lowered as my body began to tremble with my heart dropping beats with a sense of hallowness touching my womb only echoing fear for them.

Glass suddenly shattering loudly as an immediate scream erupted from me feeling the pieces of glass falter their way towards me right next to the bare flesh on my feet. My knees immediately moving to my chest as my hands clasped together inciting a need to ask for mercy...knowing that was the only option I had to escape his wrath that now will boil and burn inside of him and then be revulsed out towards me.

"P-Please...d-don't...I-I...I..." A sense of anxiety suddenly looping its course around me as my breaths began to slip out of me. My mind beginning to spin violently as I shrieked feeling a cramp in my womb suddenly ignite making me realize that agony was dropping and wavering around them tightly making them unable to take normal breaths.

A sudden tight pressure wrapped its way around my arm feeling my flesh digging deep sleeping into the hallow ends of my soul wanting to escape as well not able to bear the stripping of its strength. His power lifting me up as my feet slipped up from the ground. His hand immediately twisting my arm towards my back closing the gap of our bodies as he pressed his flesh against mine.

The heat of his mouth hovering its way towards me as my gaze lifted up meeting his eyes holding clouds of red that consumed his vexation burning it with his vanity. "Answer me...Hm?...Tell me are you pregnant?" He hissed as he trailed his hand to the back of my head pulling me closer brushing his nose against the side of my cheek appearing to soak and dwell on my fear of him in the moment.

"Yes or no? Tell me..." His voice coming out as a bare whisper with his lips trailing against the side of my ear inciting his control. A small shiver trailing its way down my spine as I stood still.

Anika...you have lost. Your secret has now slipped its way from the mud and now is cleansing its way through...Now you cannot do anything. The webs of everyone's own selfishness has treaded their way around you...You now cannot escape. Fate has now brought you here in this moment at his doorstep despite how hard you had tried to escape from him indicating that now fate is out of your hands...it has slipped away. Now you must accept and confess...that is all you can do...Lies will now not work...only the truth may help you cross this burning soil...Now you can only plea for your right...Now you can only plea for your children...plea to hold them, carry them, nurture them, and cherish them...plea for a lifeline...

"Y-Yes..."

Shivaay's Point of View

Her confession slipping through drumming its way through my flesh and diving deep into my soul awakening it letting it know that now it shall face the punishment for the sins it committed dwelling into pleasure forgetting about vices, but only diving into deep, unraveling shades of love.

That fateful night shattering its way in full force laying her phantom innocent touch that she laid on my flesh surrendering to me under the guise of fate...The way I led her into the moment...not once acclaiming her values...but only threading her with my love that I wanted to fulfill by touching the bare tones of her soul that I hadn't for years...How could I do this to her? How could I sin once again?...

Tears slipping their way down to my heart as my hand trailed against her arm losing its grip as a sense of burning dark, mold in shape of guilt fell on to my heart crashing my strength.

What have I done?...My gaze lowering to her womb realizing the innocent life nurturing itself inside of her...a life part of her and me...A life that will now face the wrath of this world...Is this why she was pushing me away?...My gaze lifting up as I looked at her biting into her hand holding to her tears, but failing as she whimpered losing her strength appearing to give up.

Memories slowly coming back from the past as I began to remember the set of symptoms she displayed before...the same amount of weakness, dizziness, mood swings, and then vomiting...

The memory of that night tiptoeing back to me once again with a large taunt of laughter reminding me of what had happened...My hands clasping against my face as I felt a sense of filth touching me rubbing itself against me engraving my sins not only in me, but the innocent life that she was carrying...What have I done? She is carrying my child...a child from an illegitimate relationship...My child...

Tears beginning to run down my cheeks as I bit my lip not even able to bear the thought what the world would call my baby...our baby...no. No. Never. This child is Shivaay Singh Oberoi's and this child will get my name...I will not let anyone lay their prying eye on my child. No. Absolutely not. Never.

My gaze falling towards her as she stood at a bare distance from me with a sense of lifelessness wrapping its way around her leading only tears to define her. A sense of fear seen in how her lips quivered not being able to even take in breaths that would tread their way to our baby that she nurtured inside of her.

No wonder she was trying to push me away... She is scared. I can see it in the way she has her gaze lowered fixed on her womb...as if she looks away then she might lose the innocent life...Her wails from night before appearing in my mind as I remembered how I had dishonored her in front of everyone...how her parents shamelessly abused her in front of everyone and threw her out at night...How she trembled in a fever and barely was holding on to life for the sake of our child...

No wonder she was pushing me away...She has no one right now...No one except our child...The way I treated her before and then the night I revealed our secret incites fear...fear that I might just do worse...She pushed me away not because she despises me, but thinks I might take this child away from her...

My eyes lifting to my palms realizing the sins they have committed...Not only did the dishonor her in public, but now with my own hands threw filth unknowingly on the innocent child she carried...a child that is a part of her and me. A blessing...that I soiled with my sin...my dark rage that I allowed to consume me...She is right...I am a beast...a demonic being...that only ruins...only ruins...

Now, I will build Anika's honor...I will put the veil of honor on her...I will veil our child with my name. I will breathe life and resurrect Anika's lost pride, dignity, and honor...

My eyes falling back to her womb that she placed her hand delicately upon...The innocent life appearing to be inside of her...The moment captivating me as I felt the loss of my fear and my guilt overwhelming it with a sense of bittersweetness hit me suddenly realizing how I was going to be a father...I have sinned, but still I have gotten a blessing.

Anika is going to be the mother of my child...Chaaya will now have a sibling...Memories coming back reminding me how Anika and I were planning for more children and now look at fate...fate finally fulfilled our desire, but years after in such a way and such a manner that I cannot even tell if it is punishment or a blessing...a blessing that may just reunite Anika and I and help us build our own family once again...A small smile appearing across my lips as I realized what I was going to do and what fate is now gesturing me to do...Fate is giving me a chance...giving our love a chance...Anika loves me still and I will reignite her love further...by taking her in...accepting her....as my....

Anika's Point of View

Fear trembled through me as I stood still waiting for him to speak...waiting to hear what fate had secretly veiled for me...in a form of a poison or a form of clemency. He appeared to stand in silence next to me barely moving, but appearing in deep thought and that is what scares me...it scares me what he might do...He is a mystery...He is a man of many shades and hues...

What am I going to do now? What will Shivaay say or do? What about my family and his family? How are they going to see this child? What if they do something to this child or me for the sake of their honor? I felt my body tremble in horror over the thought as it attempted to levitate above ground and not slip beneath in order to escape from the moment that was toxifying the grave.

Lifting my gaze, I met his eyes finding them redden with a sense of darkness clouting them indicating hues of anger he appeared to hold. His shades appearing to change as he pursed his lips together. Fear slowly creeping inside of me remembering moments when he would often lose control...Subliming into his wicked ways...molding into rage and allowing it consume him...making him scream like a maniac and throw and break anything that would come in his hands...

My hand lifting to my womb placing itself their tenderly appearing to blind their vision, so they wouldn't see their father like this...they wouldn't see the demonic influence that he carries under the layers of his soul.

His shoes stepping over the shards of glass that laid shattered on the ground with candles collapsing into criss crossed circles on the floor. My eyes widening with horror beginning to climb up on to my heart upon contemplating what he might do or say...He must be upset...mad...angry over the fact of what I did.

My feet stumbling back entwining itself with my dupatta that slowly slipped off my shoulder draping the ground. My hand grabbing to the edge of the bed as I grabbed a hold of it feeling my head slowly begin to spin once again.

Lifting my eyes up, I found him standing right above me peering towards me. His jaw clenched tightly together as he gazed down towards my womb where parts of him were nurturing themselves. A chill going down my spine seeing the shadow slowly approaching me inciting a knot of fear in the little ones I carried...a fear that they might just be taken now...claimed in anger by the very man who contributed to their conception.

"W-Why didn't you tell me about this pregnancy? Huh? How could you do this Anika?...I am the father of our child... Didn't I deserve to be told this new first? How long have you known?" His voice lowered as it appeared to choke on its anger attempting to keep composure, but appearing to fail as I heard him heaving in his anger with deep, hallow breaths he took appearing to fume with the fact how everyone found out before him...a right that he had over anyone else.

Tears dwelling out of my eyes burning them as I felt my breaths tangle themselves within one another inside of my womb barely coming out. My hand trembling as I kept it on my womb looking down at them. Anika tell him the truth before the mess worsens and he misreads my silence and see's this as a secret I have kept for long...If he misreads what if he gets more angry and then takes a drastic step...such as taking them away and failing to understand my reasoning...what if I can never see them again?

My fear suddenly pushing me...pushing my voice up and letting my thoughts spill out in an instant. "I-I...I am...s-sorry Shivaay...I swear...I promise...I f-found out y-yesterday a-at the h-hotel a-and confirmed it t-today at the doctor's. I-I had the panic attack a-after I-I found out yesterday...I s-swear..." The tremors of fear in my body increasing as my fingers barely grappled against my tears.

My mind wandering to the prying eyes my mom kept on my womb remembering how she appeared to threaten to snatch it away...snatch them away...Helplessness entwining its way into my fear that now seemingly trembled in my heart...a part where laid my love for my children...Only Shivaay can help me protect them now...only he can...He is the only one who can control this situation...He is more brave and strong in front of others...He isn't like me who gives into vulnerability and surrenders to others not once thinking about oneself.

I stood still laying my tears as I clasped my hands together in an attempt to gather strength, but failing as a sense of hopelessness overtook them failing to allow them to reach normality once again. He took a step closer as I kept my gaze lowered to not incite any anger knowing if I look up, he might just see the manipulation I played upon him today to push him away.

"Why did you push me away? Hm? Tell me..." His voice having an unusual softened tone to it as I closed my eyes shut finding my reason threading back to the ones I held...How can I tell him that these two are the ones I am living for at the moment...that I may have just withered away losing myself completely if I had not found them in my womb...

My hands wrapping around my dupatta as I lifted it up placing it in front of Shivaay...knowing only he could fill it with the hope I need...that he would listen to me and allow me to keep the precious souls...It takes strength to go to the doorstep of the very man who wronged you and beg for hope, but...at this moment... I need to beg him for pieces of my life that linger and grasp themselves on to the two I hold...my life completely depending on these two who are the reason why I may just be living at the moment...I am their mother and I have the first rights on these two, but fate time to time again initiates such cascades of circumstances that force me to surrender to others and submit to their will...and this time I have a lingering fear that once again I may submit to Shivaay and give them away...I have to beg him...to keep our children with me...He has to know that these two are my everything.

With trembling hands, I held my dupatta in front of him feeling the most helpless the moment...my soul not being able to bear such humiliation realizing that how could it beg to the very man who ruined it...dishonored it...snatched its dignity in front of the world...But, my heart somehow convincing it to remain lifeless and not say a word because it realizes how these children are not only mine, but also his...and that in this moment I have to claim my right on them...and claim them from him.

"A-Anika..." My eyes lifting up encountering a sense of appall on Shivaay's face as tears lifted themselves out of his eyes that fell on to the dupatta I held out for him in my arms.

Gathering my strength, I finally begged. "I-I...Shivaay...when I f-found out...I...I got a l-lifeline...h-hope...I-I...got scared...scared y-you might t-take them away...s-so...I-I...decided to n-not tell you...and leave...I know I-I w-was wrong in separating our child from you, but I...I got scared...P-Please Shivaay...Please d-don't take this precious blessing from me...I...I am all alone. I...I have no one Shivaay. No one...The moment I was abandoned by....everyone...everyone I loved...was the moment divine fate blessed me with this...precious gift...I...promise to give love to our blessing...I promise...But I beg you Shivaay...I b-beg y-you...to n-not t-take them a-away from me...Please...Please Shivaay...I need them...T-They a-are m-my w-world n-now...I-I have no one else to l-live f-for...b-breath f-for...a-and s-survive t-this c-cruel w-world e-except for this blessing," My voice finally cracking as strength vanquished from the last words I spoke...My womb holding on to me, but wanting to give out knowing that the one who was carrying it...likely could not offer the strength and bravery it needed to carry the blessing.

Solace suddenly overcoming me as I felt a large force press against my body. His arms immediately unraveling and heaving me into their comfort as I stood still feeling stunned. My hands slipping down his chest not knowing where to go as he pulled into a tight embrace capturing me...no us...in his arms...My soul dropping down failing to escape as suddenly it was overwhelmed with solace that his soul entwined into mine's touching it and letting it know that it would never let go of me.

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"Shhh...I am here ok? Don't be scared hm?...I am here for you...I promise to protect you and our baby ok?...I promise that no one will take our baby from you...not even me..." He spoke tenderly as my eyes close shut immediately finding his words mending my fear that sucked onto my nerves and tormented the two I held. His words appearing palpable...genuine...as if he would stay course on them. A sense of bliss entering inside of my heart realizing that my children would stay only mine...knowing that Shivaay would keep true to his word...Somewhere his words threaded to my heart healing my worry and fear and somehow easily convincing it that he was speaking the truth.

His hand running through the end of my dupatta as he lifted it up grazing it against my arm before wrapping it around my shoulders as if appearing to veil honor on to me...an honor that now is buried under the ground.

His blue hues appearing to soften as they trailed the tears limping down my cheeks. A tender touch coming across my skin as his thumb wiped the tears away. "I am here for you Anika...Don't think you are alone ok?...I am here for you not only because of our baby, but because I love you and it is my duty to now stand by you and protect you," He spoke softly as my heart dropped hearing his confession...Finding the rules of love fulfilling themselves in his eyes. My heart somehow softening its barriers melting into his seemingly protection.

Without saying another word, he immediately pulled me into an embrace. My hands trembling as they slowly wrapped around his back feeling my fear still lingering remembering the way my family eyed my womb...as if wanting to snatch it away in an instant to save the remnants of their pride. "S-Shivaay...I-I...a-am...s-so...scared...for o-our baby...W-What if...someone...does something?" My voice coming out in small stutters as I attempted to gather my breaths, but failing. My face burying deeply into his heart where I laid my tears begging for comfort and strength from him knowing that in this moment...he was the only one besides me who could protect them...

His arms tightening their grasp around me as he moved a step forward leading me a step back. "Shh...don't ever say that ok?...No one can touch our child...no one," He spoke with a clear sense of determination...a father's voice speaking in him abruptly.

Taking another step, he slowly led the way treading me back to his bed. His arms slightly loosening as I picked up my trembling lips from his shirt that I had left drenched in my fearful tears...tears that screamed exhaustion and loss of strength that I felt in the moment...complete helplessness.

"I love you..." He whispered before he slipped his lips against my shoulder beginning to lay tender kisses on it. My eyes closing shut, finding his kisses molding on to my skin inciting a sense of seduction...taming my desires...that somehow was being built inside of me...My body slowly heating up as I felt my hormones beginning to bobble and tumble upon my heart ensuring I forget all my fears and find enamor in the man who took part in bringing this child to my womb.

I immediately pulled him closer burying my face into his chest feeling a sense of vulnerability lurking by. A sense of shock touching me upon stumbling on his reaction to my confession...I expected him to dive deep into rage allowing it to consume him and feed on me, but no...

"I love you so much...Do you know that?" He whispered as he began to kiss the nape of my neck inciting a layer of goosebumps as he trailed his tender kisses on each and every inch of my skin making me flinch under his touch... allure slowly building itself inside of me finding a sense of pleasure being built and fulfilled by his touch. My lips beginning to tremble as I felt my cheeks turn a flame of red feeling a sense of shyness from his expression of love...that somehow I felt in the brisk moment. He appeared to smile against my skin pulling me inwards into his heart.

My body still as a sense of confusion caught hold of me not being able to comprehend him and grasp on to his thoughts...Love?...He always says these words, but why are they feeling genuine these days...How is he not mad at me for the fact that I was pushing him away from his own children? The Shivaay I know never behaves in such manner...He is a protective father and the fact I hid my pregnancy from him should incite his anger...his dark rage...considering I was pushing him away and planning to escape.

His hands trailing tenderly against my cheeks as he lifted my face forcing me to look into his eyes that reflected a sense of bliss in them appearing relieved from the treachery of anger it always held. "I am so happy Anika! I am so...so happy!" He exclaimed revealing a wide smile that appeared to glow with pride. My eyes softening appearing puzzled by the look on his face expecting something different...mainly his temper that he indulged in each and every moment.

"We are going to have a child Anika...Can you believe it? I-I never thought that...fate would bless us in such a way...God, Anika you gave me such a beautiful gift..." He spoke barely able to contain his happiness as he immediately pulled me into another embrace.

Tears beginning to slip down my cheeks as I didn't know what to say in reply to his words only soaking in the happiness he held...a happiness that was threading to me as I realized indeed how much bliss I should be in knowing how I have been blessed...that too with two babies...Never would I have thought of conceiving again...considering my chances of conception had lowered after the high risk pregnancy...and most importantly considering the loss of Chaaya...I didn't think I would ever hold another child with fear of them leaving...

Our bodies pressing against one another as they appeared to tremble with happiness and joy. The pulse of his neck beating powerfully against my neck as I felt the sense of excitement that was bubbling inside of him...an excitement never seen before except with Chaaya...A soft smile appearing across my lips as for the first time I too was being able to absorb everything...if I only can focus on this blessing then everything appears good...full of bliss like an illusion...

My leg stumbling back as Shivaay's hands immediately trailed around my back holding me from falling. "H-how many weeks?" He questioned as we stumbled with my back hitting the wall behind us. His arms holding on to me tightly as my hands loosely held on to his back.

A sense of confusion hitting me realizing how causal our conversation was considering the seriousness of the situation that led below us where our families stood...Somehow fear of them appearing to vanquish from me...only finding myself answerable to him...as if what mattered was him knowing not anyone else...considering that I seemingly only have him at the moment...knowing he is the only one who can protect our children besides me.

"Um...they're...six and half weeks," I whispered as I stood still. His head appearing to lift as I felt his nose brush softly against my cheek. My cheeks turning red feeling his intense gaze set upon me that appear to admire my features.

"They're?" He whispered as my eyes widened realizing what I had said...Anika let him know...he is their father after all...Already your secret has been revealed, so there is no use in hiding it.

A sense of shyness overcoming me as my gaze lowered feeling my cheeks turn red remembering the night they were conceived. "They are twins Shivaay...I-I...am expecting twins..." My voice coming out as a whisper as I felt my cheeks heat up feeling demure overcome me upon the confession. Lifting my gaze up slowly, barely able to considering I felt mortified, I found a pair of wide blue colored orbits that appeared paralyzed from hearing my words.

"W-What?" He spoke appearing dazed in the moment as I lowered my gaze biting on to my lip feeling extremely mortified realizing what he would even think when his memory would fall back on that night.

"Twins..." I whispered once again as I gathered strength trying to break out of my shyness before looking up at him surprisingly catching a wide smile appearing across Shivaay's lip.

"Are you serious? We are expecting twins?!" He exclaimed with a sudden sense of excitement overcoming him as he immediately grabbed on to my waist pulling me into another hug immediately lifting my feet off the ground. A small shriek erupting from me as my arms wrapped around his neck hearing a chuckle escape from his lips.

"Anika...we truly have been blessed by fate huh? God truly has blessed us after years...I cannot believe it Anika...that fate would have this plan for us!" He exclaimed as I felt tears run down my cheeks not knowing if I should be happy, for the blessing, or sad over how these blessings may just be cursed by fate itself... A swirl of confusion hitting me realizing how lightly he was taking the moment realizing the situation we had at our hands...Our conversation should not be treading in this way...We should be worried...fearing our families...but instead we are somehow forgetting all of that...and only focusing on these two.

My feet touching the ground once more as we stumbled back hitting the wall behind us. His forehead leaning against mine as I felt the heat of his breath travel and make my lips quiver in a sense of nervousness. "I am so happy...We are having two babies?! Oh my God...how are we going to handle them?...But I know you...you will guide me and you will nurture them...Fate is true to you...Fate has blessed me in the form of having you as the mother of my children...mother of my heirs," He spoke softly as I heard his words trail to me making my heart skip a beat hearing the future from is mouth. We will handle them? W-What? What is he saying? Is he thinking that we will...?

A gentle, warm touch brushing against my cheek as my gaze lowered finding his fingers trailing against the strands of hair lifting them back behind my ear. "You look so pale...Hm? You need to take care of yourself," He spoke with a sense of warmth in his voice appearing to ease my tears.

My head spinning as I placed my hand on my temple lightly rubbing it. His hands lightly pushing on to my shoulders helping me sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Sit here ok? Let me get some water for you..." He spoke as my gaze lifted watching him walk towards the nightstand pouring water into a glass.

A sense of confusion catching on to me seeing his demeanor...as if nothing has happened...as if all of this is normal...as if our families are not waiting downstairs to capture us in their clutches and speak vices and ill about our illegitimate relationship and the children that were a product of it. Most importantly, why isn't he saying a word about the fact I hid this from him and was pushing him away? He should've reacted with more aggression considering how he is. What is going on in his mind?...Something tells me there is more he is thinking about...planning...than what he is revealing at the moment. There's something in my heart telling me that something wrong is going to happen...that he is going to commit something...something malicious.

My thought pausing as I felt him sit next to me. His hand wrapping behind my back as he lightly rubbed it igniting goosebumps as I suddenly flinched from his touch. "Here...drink some water ok? Just focus on yourself and of course these two precious babies...Right now what is important is your health and ensuring these two are safe and healthy. Don't think about anyone else alright? I will handle them," He spoke as the tone of his voice appeared more contemplative indicating as if something more was going in that mind of his.

Lifting the glass from his hand, I took a sip from it with my eyes falling upon him finding him lost in deep thought as his eyes appeared to daze into space...An unusual flutter appearing inside of heart with a apprehension beginning to bear upon it thinking what may be going on in his mind.

"Waise...now you have to take good care of yourself Anika. To bear twins for nine months is a big deal and I know you are strong, but still I am here for you ok? I will do everything to ensure you feel the most comfortable and cared for ok? We have to be very careful and I will do everything to be involved and ensure you get the best care...It will be better you get leave from work as well in your first trimester hm? God...I am planning too much ahead, but I think it's needed right?" He spoke as he wrapped his hand across my cheek tenderly. My gaze lifting up feeling surprised by the sudden change in him reflected in his eyes...a change reminiscent of the time when I was pregnant with Chaaya...Somehow fatherhood always changes him. It is unusual how a stoic, stubborn, and a man who is purely toxic and aggressive can easily change and drape himself with attentiveness, kindness...and even touch a hint of empathy.

His hand slipping the glass out of mine as he placed it back on the nightstand. A wide smile appearing across Shivaay's lips as his eyes reflected a sense of joy and even hope. His hand wrapping around mine as he immediately pulled me up from the bed.

My mind spinning with pure confusion not able to comprehend his actions. What is wrong with him? What is he thinking? How is he so at ease about all of this? Isn't he worried about what the world will think of our children?...Isn't he worried what we will say to our families downstairs?...Something is wrong.

Something is off about him. I don't know, but a voice...right form soul...is telling me that there is more to Shivaay's thoughts right now just than naïve happiness...Shivaay is not naïve...he is not innocent...he is shrewd and wicked...He plans each and every move of his carefully...He plays games...His eyes clearly show he is conspiring something.

Shivaay smiled as he entwined our hands together before brushing my hand against his heart allowing me to hear and feel his joy. "I am so happy Anika...I cannot tell you how happy I am...The moment we decided to walk away was the moment that fate decided to bring us together...in such a way...in such a beautiful way...These two innocent ones reuniting the both of us...Strengthening our love hm?...You may only have a small piece of love for me, but to have it and cherish it in such a tender, delicate way tells me...that one day this love will grow and one day you will be able to love me fully...the way it always was..." His words pausing inciting brushful waves of shock and appall entering inside of me hearing his words full of disillusion...a sense of obsession reflecting on the borders of it...Love him fully? Reunite us?...What is he saying? How can he even think such after everything has happened?

My hand immediately snatching itself out of his grip as I felt my flesh go in a standstill feeling completely disturbed from thought...not able to think or comprehend the notions of his words and cruel thoughts that initiated pure revulsion inside of me even imagining us reuniting...staying together as a family?...No. Never. I walked down that path before...a path only wrapped in sorrow disguised as love...but once opened and walked open only grief, agony, and a torment from thorns of the roses pricked me...slicing my trust and belief in love slowly and painfully.

My feet stumbling back as I grabbed on to the wall shaking my head not being able to even digest the thought of it...knowing that such resurrection was not possible. "H-How can you even think about this Shivaay? How can you think that our children will be the reason that we will reunite?...Hm? We both with our own hands pieced out the dirt from the ground and placed our marriage in its coffin burying it in the graves from where relationship never resurrect...never. For a lifetime, such relationships that are buried in such gravels only spoil themselves and torment themselves in suffocation...begging for life...but never getting it because...because how can a broken wounded heart accept such possibility again knowing that it risks being poisoned by it to a point that itself may wither and escape the flesh?"

My bitter words appearing to dive deep into the rebellious, wicked thoughts he appeared to carry inside of his mind grabbing hold of them and intending to shake reality into him shattering his disillusions he carried.

Shivaay's eyes widening as he appeared surprised by my words...considering he remembered who I was before...a woman who always stood with the ideals of relationships and marriage...well I am that woman and that is why I cannot accept the fact of us reuniting because considering how deep of a grave our relationship has dug itself in which is divorce...divorce is the last graveyard for relationships from where no relationship can ever return.

His hands immediately grabbing my arms as he pulled me closer pressing me against his chest as if an attempt to hold me into his embrace...hold me as somehow this closing this distance between our bodies may just thread our hearts "W-What? What do you mean Anika? Huh? Do you even know what you are saying?...Anika you love me...I know the love you had before me has been lost, but this amount of love...you carry in a small part of your heart... is enough for me Anika...that is enough. I will love you more and somehow I am sure if try to mend our love...our relationship will strengthen...It has to strengthen for the sake of our children Anika. Our children need both of our love and a family...a family that is not broken...Huh? Anika...you don't know what a broken family does to a child...how a broken family clouts a child's innocence...Anika we have to reunite for these precious souls...these souls that are both a part of you and me..." His words having an urgent plea to them completely hallucinating as if nothing was wrong in the moment...His mind drifting away from reality.

His blue hues appearing to reflect his soul that appeared to beg...A shiver going down my spine as my heart skipped a beat feeling startled from hearing his beliefs on love and relationships...his values about family...What is he thinking or saying?...How can his values and beliefs change in an instant? Wasn't he the one who never believed in the concept of marriage...love?

My eyes closing shut remembering the moment everything fell apart...the brutal argument...the screams...the shattering of glass and each and every memory we bore as a couple...as a family...How he just threw me out of his home...our home...not once flinching...not once remembering our love, but just abandoning me right on the barren dusted ground...leaving me as a beggar deprived of even love...something that has no measurable worth... Without any explanation he left me except just coldly piercing the truth into my flesh as if it was not poison, but just a bitter leaf of truth that once swallowed would not give pain.

Lifting my eyes open, I felt tears slip down my cheeks as I looked at him feeling a sense of anger approach upon hearing his sick thought...his sick mind that was full of shrewd and wicked thoughts...always seeing me as a mere object from whom he could thread out his desires and pleasures from.

"H-How can you say all of this after going against each and every value and foundation of marriage...family....love? Hm?...Is it because this time your children are involved just like last time with.... Chaaya?...So...I have no worth in your eyes except...being the mother of your children?...So...this means...that y-you...will give me a place in your life if I bear your children? Huh?...Y-You see me as the one...that will lay in your life...caring for your children while you go out in the world and...carry on with your shams and wicked ways while...I...I stay at home and bear your children...and take care of them?...Do...I....have any identity or a place in your life besides being the woman who bore your heirs?" My words spatting on to his filth realizing the true shades and colors of his soul that was pure demonic...red with hues of black that molded his heart with such ill thoughts...My hand clasping against my mouth as I bit into it with anger and frustration realizing how a damned, shameless heart was continuing to dilvulge and indulge deeply in love with a man who had such immoral thoughts and beliefs...

Anika, you were right...He doesn't love you...It's all shallow. The pleas and promises he made of loving me might have been true on the surface as he wants to indulge in pleasure only based on flesh not the deep threads and promises and vows that love carries...He never promised me to give me back our relationship except now...when he found out I was carrying his children...just like last time...with my precious Chaaya...Our marriage was about to end...on the verge of collapse and he was going to walk out that day before he found out about Chaaya...He only stayed for her...He only see's me as that woman who will fulfill his barbaric pleasures and if time comes bear his children...for his sake...for his bloodline...He doesn't love me...He never will.

His hands slowly trailing down my shoulders as he immediately caught hold of my palms. My fingers recoiling digging my nails into his skin wanting him to remove his dark, muck off of me feeling its ugly evilness spread into me and enchant my children with it. "A-Anika...Y-You...are misunderstanding me...Even if the children were not in the picture...I would've still fulfill our relationship if you would've given me a chance...but you wanted me to let go of you and so I did..." He whispered in an attempt to web manipulation into my heart trapping it and not allowing it to sense how it was being betrayed at the moment with his vile words.

A soft smile appearing across my lips realizing what a liar he was...He is a liar. How could I even for a moment think he would love me?...If he loved me he wouldn't have humiliated me...He wouldn't have initiated such a dire cascade of burning ashes in which all my relationships would die away leaving me abandoned...alone.

"I...I am damn fool...A complete fool for even thinking...for a moment...believing...that a man like you finally began to love me. Y-You can never love anyone. In a moment of vulnerability I thought that you loved me, but now when I think about it...I don't know if you ever loved me Shivaay...The way you humiliated me in front of everyone...snatched my honor..." Rest of my words going on hold as I felt love from my heart drip on to my throat enclosing my voice tightly not allowing it to speak knowing it would only show weakness...helplessness...to the man who has always used it as his strength...as a nourishment for his sadistic ways.

He took a step forward airing his revulsion as he wrapped my hands into his placing it at his heart wanting me to look into its shallowness. "Anika please! I-I am so sorry Anika for what I did, but it doesn't mean I don't love you!...I...I never have been loved Anika...never..." His voice coming out as a bare whisper as I lifted my gaze up finding tears slipping down his cheeks revealing a secret that somewhere he appears to hold in the depths of the wicked layers he carries...A part of my heart feeling a sense of ache hearing his confession...somewhere wanting to mold itself into his words and give into him.

His hand brushing gently against my fingers as he brought them to his lips laying a tender kiss where my fate lines laid. My heart gently accepting the kiss to feed on to the love that it held for him...a fool's love...but a love that it can never get rid of.

"No one loved me...Anika...no one...until you came and showed me what love was...I don't know how to love Anika...I love you, but I don't know how to express it...I know the timing is wrong considering everything that has happened, but believe me...This is a sign from fate that we should once again reunite...You and I both are in pain...You are I are both burning in the ashes of a broken love...So why can we not gather the ashes and form a new love above it...a pure love...free of all misgivings, misunderstandings, battered and bruised pride...We both were walking away from each other today...reading to sacrifice our love for peace...but look...fate changed everything in an instant...giving us such beautiful blessings so we can build our love in each other that we can then lay it on their innocent hearts and bring them to this world with our happiness...our bliss...our love," He spoke gently tugging on my heart...mending my soul that wrangled and was barely struggling to live with all the torment it has endeared at the hands of its own loved ones...

Tears drifting their way down to my love as I bit my lip realizing how much I wanted to take his hope and enclose it in the palm of my hand making it mine and fulfilling it with my own love...He is broken. He is wicked. He is toxic. He is everything I shouldn't desire, but damn it I love him and somewhere I wish...I hope he genuinely loves me.

I hope he loves me more than the reason of being the mother to his children...I hope he loves me for who I am...not because I have given him heirs...

My body eventually losing strength as I felt it surrender with my temple laying itself immediately against our hands that entwined with one another...pushing them against his heart wanting to give in. "Y-You...should know the most...how much marriage, family, and love means to me Shivaay...You know...the wife I was to you and the mother I was...I did everything to save us and our family...Marriage is a sacred bond to me...so sacred and pure and I did everything to save it...Everything to ensure you were loved and that I fulfilled my duties as your wife. If you love me then you should feel and understand how much I want to fulfill this hope...hope of giving our children the most ideal, loving family they deserve, but...but I don't think I have the strength to walk down this path with you..." His eyes appearing to standstill as they heard my words...Pain swirling into my love appearing to poison it...so it doesn't surrender to him.

My mind wandering to the marriage we shared...remembering the destruction, the reckoning, and pure toxicity it shared...My memories always remember the innocent, cherished, and full of passionate moments we shared...always suppressing the dark, volatile times when we both would lose control of ourselves and enter an illusive field of rage, anger, and even mania spilling our love into the darkness and burying it in the grave.

Lowering my gaze, I looked at the two innocent beings I held...feeling tears slip down my cheeks upon realizing how much I wanted to cherish their innocence not exposing them to the reality of the brutal, cruel world they will be a part of.

Gathering my memories and entwining them with an ache of bitter love, I finally spoke. "I-I...I...My heart tells me that if we walk down towards...building a family...it w-will meet the same fate like it did before...I-I...don't have the energy...to endure another toxic relationship...full of moments mixed with love that seemingly are overpowered with your rage, your wicked ways, and then the toxicity of our volatile mania we hold within ourselves...I...I don't want...our children to see...us like this...I don't want to deprive them of their innocence...Y-You yourself don't want them to have a broken family right?...Well...our children will get a broken family...their innocence and naivity will be snatched the moment they will see us...at our worst...when we.... will lose ourselves...in our fights filled with rage...dimmed with love...Isn't it better...we live separate...cherishing them in our own ways...than living together and exposing them to our worst...sides...that may lead them to...to be like us..."

A small whimper slipping from me realizing the truth of our relationship...realizing that no matter how much he tries to change and I try to change, by being more bold and more strong, somehow things will never change because we both are like fire and water that mold on to one another, hold on to one, engage in pleasure in taming one another, but eventually faltering and falling into ashes rooting into the ground and submerging into it.

We can never change...Our toxic relationship will always live. Always. We can never let go of one another, yet, we cannot hold on to each other because of the immorality and wickedness that lives between our hearts that threads them, but also weakens their love for one another.

His hands slipping away from mines' loosening their hold on love they held for me. My eyes lifting up finding my heart drop in an instant...my love freefalling once again as it encountered the demonic phantom he was holding within himself all along...His eyes turning up vanquishing the tears...burying it back within his heart as his immoral side illuminated his dark red eyes. The smell of alcohol appearing to fume from his lips that heaved in anger blowing it out that now was slowly crawling back into his heart overpowering the love he held.

A set of goosebumps igniting against my back as I felt a chill touch me...a chill of fear warning me that he was now about to crawl back to his demons. My feet taking an immediate step back hitting the wall behind me as I sloughed my hands against it clenching on to the cold surface tightly knowing that there was no escape in the moment.

His steps slowly making their way towards me as I stood still waiting for him...waiting for his barbaric phantom to appear and lurk itself slowly into me...once again becoming a bane to my soul.

A sudden force pressing against my waist as his anger latched on to me making my soul tremble dreading what would come next. His eyes matching mines' revealing that tinge of obsession and mania laying under the wraps of his rage. Our lips quivering as they stood an inch apart with his gaze lowered appearing to admire the fear they held. A trail of chills appearing across my bare skin as his fingers trailed seductively from my shoulder and slowly up to my neck. My eyes lifting up finding him admiring the flaws I held appearing to enamor them.

"She is not worth the rage...the anger...She is worth of only love...Only love. She fears loving me...yet she allows me to love her...day and night...not allowing any other woman to stay in this heart except her...She finds solace in me yet claims she fears loving me...She fears loving me yet she stands still surrendering her soul to me...allowing me to lay my love on her...If that isn't love...then what is? I question," He spoke as my eyes widened. My fear shattering in bewilderment hearing the tender, lushful words slip out of his heart...drumming mines' and inciting a sense of allure.

Confusion dipping down on to me as my eyes trailed his face finding anger...finding rage...but not finding it on his lips that held words of love...What is going on in his mind? Why is he holding back? This is not the Shivaay I know...He is a mystery today...a complete mystery.

My hand wrapping around his as he held it against the nape of my neck appearing to lean in closer molding the heat of his mouth on to the side of my cheek appearing to want a taste of me. "S-Shivaay...W-What disillusions are you...nurturing yourself in?...D-Do y-you r-realize...the seriousness of this situation?...Do you r-realize o-our families are...downstairs?...W-What are you doing?...What has gotten into you?...Didn't you hear what I just told you? Hm?" I whispered barely letting my words out as I felt his nose trail tenderly against the side of my neck making a small gasp escape from my mouth.

His teeth lightly brushing against my earlobe as he leaned his lips against my ear. "I don't give damn about them. What matters to me is only you and our children...Do you understand?" He hissed as my eyes widened hearing that tinge of obsession...slip from him revealing the level of mania he was holding on to.

Memories of the night of the sangeet instantly rushing back to me remembering the unusual calmness Shivaay held that night...before he brought complete havoc...a dire storm that once gone left a barren soul completely lone without any bit of life to hold on to...losing everything it cherished in an instant. A sense of horror approaching me immediately rakshaying into my heart with the love I held for him exploding replacing it with instant sense of fear mixed with uneasiness. My hands trembling as I felt my breaths becoming shallow hitting my womb where I felt them in unease upon hearing their father's wickedness.

My eyes lifting up as I felt his eyes lowering looking at his heirs that laid inside of me. A vicious smile appearing across his lips as he looked at them. My hand immediately grabbing his chin forcing him to look into my eyes. A sense of anger uplifting inside of me as I noticed his impish smile appearing to have completely neglected my cry...my plea for not wanting to resurrect our dead relationship. "D-Don't...Don't you dare do s-something Shivaay...My heart is telling me that something is going on in this dark, malicious mind of yours'..." I spat feeling anger pumping to my heart that began to pound against my chest.

Shivaay's smirk widening before letting out a laugh throwing his head up in the air staring up as if looking at divine fate. Appearing intoxicated with a bitter mix of alcohol and passionate rage dabbed with lunancy, he immediately cracked his neck before molding his neck towards me. His eyes screaming that he was weaving a game and now about to initiate a move very soon. "I love this about you...You know why I love you?...One of the reasons is that you are the one who understands me the most...always on the chase...always finding way to read me and tame me...I love this about you, do you know that?" He spoke completely ignoring my words once again.

My body slipping back instantly as it began to tremble realizing that he was going to a momentary obsession...My heart beginning to jump and run in fear realizing that this man was now going to do something that was going to bring more havoc...My feet stumbling as they hit a hard object behind me...A large sound of shattering glass appearing behind me as I jumped back finding the vase collapse on to the ground. A shriek escaping from me as I clasped my hands on my mouth feeling startled.

"Arre...be careful nah?" He spoke immediately grabbing my hand pulling me towards him wrapping his arm around my waist. A soft smile appearing across his lips as his eyes appeared to slightly soften.

"Our babies will get hurt...Hm? You have to be very careful now..." He whispered as his fingers lightly trailed against a strand of hair falling on my cheek entwining it around his finger. A tempering breath escaping from me as my hands began to tremble violently feeling my soul rise up in complete fear seeing him change his shades so fast...

My gaze lowering as I wrapped my arm around his neck staring intently into his eyes attempting to figure the deep dark, wicked mystery that mind was holding at the moment. "S-Shivaay...y-you are s-scaring me...W-Why aren't you listening to what I-I just said?...W-We...c-cannot be t-together...I-It's n-not possible..."

Suddenly I felt my body stumbling back feeling his hand pressing against my waist. My eyes widening in complete shock as my flesh dipped on to his bed feeling a sudden pressure on my leg as he pressed his knee over it. My soul recoiling inwards not able to bear his revulsive presence that screamed the fact that something evil was boiling and stirring a sense of poison and mania inside of him.

"W-What a-are you doing?" I questioned feeling terror lurking inside of me as he lowered himself before grabbing my shoulders and pulling me up wrapping his arm around me forcing me to look into his eyes clouded with red resembling the obsessive rage ringing and entwining itself into him. Our bodies pressing against one another melting the heat of my fear mixed with madness into each other's souls in an attempt to mold them into one. Tears pressing down my cheeks as I found myself somehow surrendering to his moment of mania.

His other hand immediately lifting my chin up as it cusped my cheek tenderly, yet ensuring a sense of command. "You listen to me...I have chosen you to be mine....However, now you are not only my lover...but now the mother of my children...These children that you are bringing to this world are Shivaay Singh Oberoi's...Do you understand?...These children have the Oberoi blood...my blood. They are my heirs...Not just anyone's, but mine...I love them...more than anything and anyone...As a father I will not tolerate it if anyone spits at their presence...spits their filth on their innocence...maligns them to torment me or avenge me..." His voice barely wavering with anger as he appeared to clench his jaw tightly attempting to hold back his true self from coming to the surface.

My heart trembling hearing his words...finding truth in them...knowing that indeed our children may face this fate...This humiliating, torturous fate in which the world may deprive them of their innocence as they would soak their pride in dirt and bury their honor underground never letting it come to the surface. Tears spilling down my cheeks realizing how our children may have to suffer for our sins.

His hand wrapping to the back of my head as he pushed me up laying his lips tenderly against my temple. My eyes closing shut biting into my tears not able to bear the truth that my womb held. "Those people...we call our families...who are waiting downstairs to hunt and malign our children...will call our children names that you and both cannot bear to hear. I know you...and I know that you will fall apart the minute you will hear filth being thrown at your womb...making our children revulse and fill themselves with anguish upon hearing the reality of the sins their parents committed...For us...that night was not a sin Anika, but the world...our own see it as a sin...Do you know what the world will call our children?...Illegitimate. And worse...they would be called-"

"Stop! Please!" My soul trembling not able to hear the wavering reality that now soon will become part of my womb...part of my innocent, precious children. Tears beginning to stream .with increasing intensity, down my cheeks as I leaned my face burying it into his heart not being able to bear how my children would be punished for our sins.

His lips leaning against my ears as he pulled me closer pressing his body on to me. He appeared to take a deep breath still quivering in his anger, that he appeared to hold on to tightly in the palm of his hand resting against my back, as he pulled me in tightly. "Shivaay Singh Oberoi's

children will not be called illegitimate.... Do you understand?... Our children will not be called illegitimate. As a mother, you should be the first one worried about how the world will see your children...And I know you. I know the mother you are...You are selfless when loving your children...So tell me?...Do you not want to legitimize our children?...Do you not want a legitimate relationship that will forever lock our children's honor safely never allowing it to be questioned?"

My eyes widening hearing the last line slip out of his mouth...Shockwave crashing into me as my eyes lifted up finding his eyes...that were stoic reflecting the honest question he laid in front of me...not a question...but a proposal.

Pindrop silence shattering in the room as we sat still submerging ourselves into the reality we had seemingly dropped our lives into due to one night of surrendering to each other...to each other's love...we held somewhere in our hearts...forgetting about the sin...only to be remembered now when fate decided to intervene and skew us into a path of deep muck and filth in which we have to walk on for the sake of innocent souls that were uneccesarily punished for our sins.

My heart skipping a beat in an instant realizing that he had just proposed. A hallow, dark feeling erupting inside of me rooting deeply into my heart reminding the wounds the suffering they endeared years ago when the heart had completely surrendered to its lover...My hand trembling as it went against my empty neck where I held my mangalsutra for years...cherishing its symbolic duty of being a wife...who was selfless...who only loved...who was abandoned...at the steps of darkness deprived of everything she once had cherished.... by him...the very man who now is coming to the doorstep of my heart wanting to barge in uninvited and claim me as his wife again.

My mind going numb as I sat still dwelling into my lap of tears remembering our destructive marriage...Remembering his rage...his anger...his betrayal...Remembering how I went through it all for the sake of love...What am I going to do? How can I go back to him?...How will I live with him knowing he...he had given that same place to another woman before whom I was replaced with? How will I tolerate this mania he seemingly and unpredictable reveals in my weakest moments of vulnerability?...Does he even love me?....What if he walks away again?...What will I do?....No. No. Never. Never.

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Shaking my head, I immediately looked at him as his eyes darkened with emotions vanquishing from his soul as he clasped his hand tightly around the side of my neck before speaking his dues,"I vow to protect you...I vow to lay happiness at your feet...I vow to always be loyal to you and only you...I vow to veil your honor with mine...I vow to cherish you and our children...I vow to love you...Two nights ago, we claimed one another as husband and wife when I placed sindoor...with my own blood...in the parting of your hair...And now I will make you my wife and claim you as Anika Shivaay Singh Oberoi-"

"N-No! No!Never!" Screams erupting from the broken soul I held that did not want to even feel his repulsive, sickening touch that had taken its honor and pride away feeding it to his evil apparitions that he held. Tears beginning to stream down my cheeks as I shook my head not being able to even tolerate hearing my name joining and threading itself with his...How can I then allow such a sacred bond to bind our hearts...our souls once again into one? No. Never.

His hand immediately clasping against my wrist as with a strong force he dragged me off the bed. My feet stumbling against the carpet as I grabbed a hold of his hand shaking my head knowing it was wrong. His voice erupting as he looked back at me straight into my soul speaking his clarity, "I will give legitimacy to our relationship...our children...I will marry you and claim you as my wife...You love me damn it! And that is enough for me to know that this marriage will fulfill our love and most importantly keep the honor of our children! This is what is needed to veil your honor and the honor of our children!"

My heart dropping in an instant not being able to bear to hear his words. Realizing how truthful they were, but still not willing to accept them knowing how much my soul will be tormented hearing how my heart surrendered to love...and to marriage...with the very man who broke the precious values that it carried...values it cherished in the name of honor and pride...and dignity.

How can I allow him to marry me knowing how he is the very reason that filth soaks my soul which can never be cleansed not even with me becoming his wife? A part of my heart loves him...loves him despite how toxic, demonic, and wicked he is because somehow it finds humanity in him...but then how can I cross the boundary of my values and marry him?

"Shivaay listen to me!" I yelled as Shivaay dragged my feet against the floor looking straight ahead into our future...weaving it with his game...as determination and a will to fulfill his desire overcame him.

His hands slamming against the door of the bedroom as he immediately opened it before leading me out. My body continuing to quiver and whimper not being able to bear the thought of possibly marrying sin again....A sense of horror arising from the graves of our marriage upon hearing that it could be resurrected once again....once again possibly walking on the piercing ashes of toxic, evil enduring torment and torture not being able to breathe or escape.

Our feet inciting loud echos of the havoc that was about to come. The loud, angry, and filthy voices of our families whimpering down as my wails of fear captured their attentions. My hand wrapping around his as I begged him to stop and listen to me for once.

"Stop! Please! Listen to me!" My voice calling out to him hoping it would bore his anger...his momentary rage...mania...that had completely overwhelmed his thoughts and his ability to even make sense of such a grave and serious matter.

How can he even think about marriage knowing everything we both have gone through?...Knowing what I have gone through...How can he even think I would be willing to go down this path that only gives thorns of sorrow never bliss in the form of love...?

His body showing command not once heeding to my pleas, but only focusing on the determined desire he had formed in his mind knowing that now it would likely be fulfilled in how fate was favoring a transient, momentary desire he has formed. I know him and I know that once this desire is fulfilled, he will follow his aloof, philandering path and leave me barren again only to fend for myself and repair my wounds that have taken years to even touch and attempt to heal.

Do I want him to marry me?...I don't know. Our children need legitimacy...This is not a secret I can hold forever...One day someone will find out that these two innocent ones were borne from a one night stand...My eyes closing shut not even able to digest the level of sin I had indulged in...a sin that uprooted each and every value I cherished...values deeply entwined with honor, pride, and dignity...all I sacrificed in an instant to make love to him.

The reason why in this moment I cannot say yes to him is because of the type of man he is...He will never change. He is toxic. He is wicked. He will become aloof and leave me and I know it. So, how can I marry him? Most importantly...how can I go back to him knowing the betrayal he has given me? How can I accept him after everything he has done?

Our feet stumbling down the steps as tears lifted from my pleas that I continued to beg of him. My eyes slowly falling down on to our families who stood near the steps watching us as hawks...ready to hunt our sin...ready to leech on to the innocent souls that were a part of us both...Their demeanor showing a sense of appall filled with boiling anger and outrage over how both of us had indulged in a sin that would not slice the honor and pride they proudly carry in society...a honor and pride that feeds on to their psyche obsessed with being wanted and desired by others.

"Oh ho! Look how shameless they are! Hand in hand showing their sin to the world!" Thayee ji exclaimed appearing to spit out her disgust. My gaze lowering as I placed my hand on my womb realizing her spitting filth was touching them wrangling their innocence.

"Their sin?! Huh! Their sin?! This is her sin! This hex's sin!" Pinky aunty spat before grabbing my arm tightly digging her long fingernails into it inciting a shriek from me.

"This is your daughter's sin. Not my son's! Your daughter is the one who is harping on different men and who knows whose sin she is carrying...She is trapping my innocent son with her dirty, disgusting seductive ways!" Pinky aunty yelled spatting the filth of her mind...without fearing divine fate, but only soliciting to obscenity.

A sense of numbness dwelling into me as I heard the muck of her words sore and dive deep through the surface of my flesh rooting it into the bare, naked soul I held deprived of honor and now laying lifeless bearing only wounds...wounds of sickening, sinful, and vice mold that each person placed who walked by its grave.

Her hand tearing on to my arm snatching my hand from Shivaay's grasp with a sudden moment of rage overcoming her pushing full force on to me as my foot suddenly slipped against the staircase. My eyes widening as my hand immediately grabbed on to the railing of the staircase feeling a sudden cramp erupt inside of me.

"Ouch!" A loud scream erupting from me as my hand immediately took hold of my womb clenching on to it tightly with tears of worry beginning to stream down my cheeks.

"Ma!" Shivaay's anger dropping itself in an instant echoing loudly inciting a sudden silence in the room.

In an instant, I found myself weaved into his comfort as he wrapped his arm around me pulling me into a tight embrace with my hands finding themselves laying on his chest. My eyes lifting up finding concern hovering his blue hues that a moment ago carried a fearful obsession. His hand trailing against my shoulder as he pulled me into his protection...pulled us into his protection.

"You ok? Hm?" He questioned with a softened voice as I felt the cramp subside. My eyes lowering as I placed my hand, where they were kept, feeling that they were saved in the moment.

"Y-Yes..." My gaze moving towards our families that appeared stunned by the sight in front of them...A sight that incited not only anger, but fear...fear that indeed we have brought a child to this world by dipping into the lakes of sin...that we are told to never touch.

"How dare you? How dare you risk the life of my child?!Huh!" My body suddenly flinching as his anger trembled through the ground appearing to incite fear seen in their faces as they stood before us. Shivaay's eyes appearing bloodshot red as alcohol consumed his anger driving it into a much wilder and bolder force seen in the way his voice rumbled.

Pinky aunty's eyes widening hearing the admission of truth from her son. A sense of shock seen across her face that appeared become pale. Her feet stumbling back as her gaze lowered looking at towards my womb...A look of disgust withering upon her as she stiffed her upper lip appearing revulsed.

"W-What? Shivaay beta...what are you saying?" Daadi appearing bewildered by Shivaay's words not appearing to digest what he had just spoken. Her hand catching on to the sofa behind her as the truth bit her pride in an instant...a pride she appeared to always carry and indulge in finding it pure and free of sin.

My gaze lifting up as I looked towards him. His eyes appearing to soften dwelling into a sense of assurance that in this moment he would stand by me...us. His promise from a moment ago echoing inside of my memory reminding me how he vowed to protect me and our children from the prying eyes of the world.

My heart dipping down finding itself fluttering in fear, but appearing to want to gather in the comfort of knowing that the precious lives...it was sharing itself with at the moment...would be protected and safe under his guise.

His hand tightening its grip around my shoulder as he took a step forward carefully leading me down the last step of the staircase before gathering his strength and courage to face the questioning, prying, and perverted eyes of our own families who stood in front of us...ready to snatch away an innocent life we were about to bring to this world seen in the way they looked at it with disgust and vengeance.

"No one can dare to lay a finger on Shivaay Singh Oberoi's child and if any of you come close and dare to commit such sin then you will see the worse of me! Do you all understand?! I have had enough of all of you pricking and prying at Anika...I have had enough of you throwing your mucky, disgusting filth at her and my child. Now I am warning all of you if any of you lay a finger on her or my child then you all will see the worst....your own reckoning if you dare to hurt her or my heir!" His voice holding a sense of authority...a command...as he took a step forward slipping his hand off my shoulder and standing in front of me appearing to protect me from the ugly guises held in the room. Everyone's heads turning towards the both of us with mixed waves of reactions from anger, disgust, to simply shock over the admission bravely declared by Shivaay without any shame or guilt.

My soul somehow lifting up and appearing to wrap itself in the words he just spoke...words that appeared to sign a sense of protection...safety...of not only my honor, but also my children's honor and pride...Although he is the cause of my state...a state in which my honor has been molded off of me and thrown into the dirt...His words still provide comfort...hope...that somehow this honor might just resurrect and come to life. My fear of losing our babies somehow vanquishing knowing that he would be there to protect them.

"Now tell us! You all were spitting your vile words at us and accusing us of wanting to entrap your rotten son for your dirty money, but look now! Your son admitted himself he is the one who has entrapped our daughter...our honor...Your son is the one who has stripped our family's honor and pride!" Thayya ji yelled as he took a step forward towards Shakti uncle.

Lifting my eyes, I peeked from Shivaay's shoulder finding Shakti uncle fuming in anger as every bit of pride he appeared to hold and display as a proud treasure seemingly broke down in an instant. Shakti uncle immediately jumping forward and grabbing Shivaay's collar as I took a step back startled by the sudden moment of anger displayed by him.

"What have you done Shivaay?! What have you done? Do you know the consequences of your actions?! Do you know what the world will think of you and your child?!...A child that is an Oberoi! Do you?!" Shakti uncle's voice roared with a set of pride appearing to break in voice overwhelmed with anger over how a possible heir to the Oberois could be called illegitimate.

My gaze lowering as I felt tears filling up my vision realizing how truthful his words were...How indeed the world would see our children as...Guilt pressing on to me...making my soul twist and turn with unease as my eyes moved back to my parents who stood still with their eyes lowered finding themselves unable to even look up as they had no honor to grapple on to even allow them to stand on the same level and even speak a word...I was their pride...their honor...and I have now become the reason that perhaps they may never lift their eyes and look at others because they will only fear their taunts and their filthy words splattering upon their upbringing and the values that they instilled in me.

"Back off will you! How dare you attempt to shame me like this?!" Shivaay yelled volcanizing his anger as he immediately pushed back Shakti uncle who stumbled in his steps. My eyes widening shocked by his behavior in treating his father...What is he doing? How can he treat his father in such a manner?

A sense of rage appearing in Shivaay as his body began to tremble in anger that was slowly building itself up ready to belch itself. His feet lifting up appearing to lunge towards him before I immediately grabbed his arm.

"Shivaay! No!" I yelled feeling a sense of anger overcoming me from seeing his abbhorent behavior with Shakti uncle. No matter what they say and how hurtful their words may be, he has no right to misbehave with his elders in such a manner.

Shivaay's head immediately turning back towards me appearing to silence his anger as I grabbed a hold of his arm pulling him back right besides me. His jaw appearing to stiffen as he snatched his arm from my grip before looking at Shakti uncle once again giving him a death glare while struggling to tame his temper.

"Your father is right! Do you know what sin you have committed and also this girl! Do you both have no shame?! No value of ideals and morals? Is this what you both have been taught?!" Daadi exclaimed angrily taking a step towards us before looking towards me appearing to drape disgust around me with her eyes.

"Moral?! Ideals?! Instead of questioning Shivaay, question this girl! She is the one who has seduced him...It's her! Our Shivaay left her years ago, but she is the one who shamelessly crawled her way back to him...alluring him with her beauty and then placing such a huge trap!Now look she fixed her way to get a hold of our money with this child!" Pinky aunty spat.

Her words coming to a standstill as they slowly unraveled the wicked mind she appeared to hold all along behind a disguise of appearing good.

My soul slowly lifting from the gravels losing a bit of more life not able to bear the demeaning, humiliating, and purely ugly, revulsive lies she laid without any hesitance upon me...Her hands not once trembling as she stood above me with her pride laying hot ashes upon me...As a woman...her hands once didn't stop nor tremble as she continued to relieve her filth on to me.

"How dare you?! Shut up! How dare you lay your filth and curses upon Anika and my child?! How dare you?!" Shivaay immediately uplifting his anger as he took a step towards Pinky aunty looking directly into her eyes appearing to tremble with rage.

I stood still not saying a word remembering what Shivaay had said in his room...People will call our children illegitimate. My eyes closing shut realizing his words held the bitter truth. A sense of fear rising inside of me remembering what he had said upstairs that he would claim me as his wife...Oh my God...what if he?...My eyes widening as I immediately looked at him who appeared to clench on his anger tightly ready in an instant to launch it upon his mother.

No. He cannot do this to me. He cannot. But, then he appeared so determined. What if he does make this decision in front of everyone?...What will happen then? My mind beginning to swirl not able to bear the idea of it knowing how toxic it would be...for me to return back to him.

Suddenly Mom grabbed Pinky's aunty arm immediately turning her towards her. My eyes widening as I looked at mom appearing to have anger hover upon her...dancing in her eyes as they glistened red. "You are pointing fingers at our daughter, but what about your son?! Your son is the one who has dishonored my daughter! Your son partook in the sin not only my daughter! Why are you covering up your son?!"

"Yes! You all think that if we do not have the wealth, the name, and the pride like you do, you can willingly continue to slander our daughter and our values and name...Well what about your son? Your son willingly gave into this sin with our daughter! He ruined our daughter! He ruined our name! Our honor!" Dad yelled as his face turned a deep shade of red...He appeared to take shallower breaths clasping his hand upon his chest slightly rubbing it.

A sense of alarm setting itself inside of me as I looked at Dad realizing he may be having angina pain. In an instant, I slipped away from Shivaay's side and quickly grabbed his arm. "Dad...please calm down...You are not well..." I spoke in a softened tone knowing that my presence...would incite his anger as I am a stark reminder of the one who is the cause of this...cause of the taunts and vices he has to hear...the cause of his dishonor. I am the burden that sits on his heart that he cannot inevitably remove at the moment.

Dad's eyes narrowing as he clenched his jaw snatching his arm away from my hand. His eyes looking straight enacting as if I was an apparition that he did not see or hear...that I was a ghost of his past that he does not want to face as it reminds him of the loss of pride he has endured at the hands of it.

"Acha?! My son is involved, well, what about your daughter who was engaged to our Armaan, but indulged in such sickening, obscene vices with my son? What kind of character does she have? She was found in a hotel room with our son...where she likely was present many nights that led to this!...This hex's child that will now bring a curse to our family! This illegitimate child!" She spat pointing her finger up and down towards me.

Tears spilling down my cheeks as I stood still finding her eyes slipping off the bits of dignity I held and veiling her obscene thoughts on to me...lies...that were seemingly appearing truthful in the manner she presented them...Since after all...this is the way the world will perceive me considering what they have seen...what they have head.

My gaze lowering realizing that in this moment, I have no power...Nothing to hold on to and be able to meet their eyes and scream my innocence. Shivaay took all that away from me...and so did my own sins. That night Shivaay lied about us being together, but...I did worse. I am the one who has brought upon my own reckoning by committing such a big sin...indulging in pleasure and giving up my own values and my morals to get a moment of love...pleasure...And now due to my sin, my children will have to bear such wicked curses upon them that they may never be able to erase. My hand wrapping around my womb in an instant...You are not a curse...I promise...

Shivaay is right...His own mother called his child illegitimate then what will the world say?...My hands trembling as I clasped my hand against my mouth biting into my wails that were about to soon erupt as tears clumsingly climbed themselves down my cheeks.

Suddenly something fast flew from the side of my head initiating panic as I my body immediately jerked backwards. A loud scream erupting from me as a large photo frame banged itself against the floor shattering loudly with glass collapsing and slaughtering the edges of their family photo...ominous of the rift that now is beginning to approach in their family...due to me.

My eyes immediately shooting up finding the culprit...There he stood embracing his wicked toxicity that he pleasantly had attempted to bury within himself...but ultimately giving in and surrendering to it. His eyes a color of bloodshot red as he began to chew on his lips vigorously feeding on to his anger. "Ma! That is it! How dare you say this about my child?! My child! You are a hex! You are a curse! You are the reason this family suffers day and night because you could never be a mother nor a wife! So, how dare you...how dare you say a word against the mother of my child?! Huh! You cannot even be the dirt that lays under her feet! None of you can be my Anika! None of you!" He screamed as my eyes widened hearing the words slip out of his mouth...The very man who had ruined me nights before now standing by my side and fighting for the same honor and pride that he himself had trampled upon and buried with his bare hands.

His hand immediately wrapping into mines' as he pulled me forward front and center where our families stood. My gaze standing still on the ground not once looking up realizing that I wasn't even worth standing amongst them considering who I have become...a piece of filth. My eyes moving towards Pinky aunty who stood still in complete shock not uttering a single word appearing to have tears and anger forming a bitter mix in her eyes.

"She isn't filth like all of you are...She isn't selfish like all of you low lives are... She is pure...She is innocent...She is selfless...and damn it that is why I love her!...She is the first woman to have ruled Shivaay Singh Oberoi's heart and I have no shame in saying it because she is the woman that deserves to rule this heart! She has sacrificed her world for me...She loved me the way no one ever could...She was the ideal wife...and ideal soulmate...She was the perfect wife and I lost her due to my own stupidity, but now I will not! I will not! She will be mine!" He screamed as my eyes widened realizing what he was about to say.

No. No don't do this. No. Please Shivaay...Don't do this. My soul beginning to plea and beg wanting him for once to look back at me and see my soul revulsing upon itself wanting to slip away upon even thinking in being bonded...being promised to him once again...I cannot go back to him. I cannot walk back on thorns again and burn myself in it as his wife...Never. I will never go back to his toxic monument and sacrifice myself into it...I can never even dare to think about fulfilling my duties as his wife...No.

Thayya ji slamming his cane on the ground loudly as he took a step forward towards us. His eyes showing a sense of anger mixed with contemplation appearing to ponder over a thought before lifting his gaze and looking into Shivaay's eyes appearing to challenge him. "Acha?! You will make her yours'?! How? You are the reason we have been dishonored! You are the reason the world now throws their obscene vices at us and now you are claiming to make her yours? How?...If you are thinking of laying her in her home as your mistress then we will not accept such! Our daughter has gone on the wrong path and willingly maligned herself by forgetting her values...but we haven't!...We will not allow you to take our daughter in such an illicit manner! If you want to rectify your mistake and give your child a name then marry our daughter!"

My soul dropping in an instant as the last words ran through...finding the last bit of its life burying down under...not able to tolerate the vicious, selfish proposal that was being made...as if an exchange of an inanimate object was happening...not once asking me...as if I was a mere burden...something to be just sold off for the sake of their own benefit...How can he say such? How can my own blood say this knowing what has happened in the past?

Silence dropping in the room as everyone stood still appearing shocked by the sudden proposal set off from Thayya ji. Dad's eyes widening as he immediately looked back at Thayya ji appearing stunned by his statement. "What are you saying?...H-How c-could this happen?" Dad's voice barely coming through as he took a deep breath appearing to struggle to even say anything. His face appearing pale as his hands trembled.

"Why not? Huh?...It's understood they were married before and got divorced, but...now look! Look at them! They are shamelessly claiming their love in public...in front of their families! Don't you see that this is what is needed? Don't you want some remaining bits of honor of our family to be saved? Huh? Don't you want your daughter's life to still be saved and save her from further malign? Sure...she didn't once think of us before committing such a big sin, but we are her elders and we have to be the mature ones here..." Thayya ji intervened as Dad's eyes appeared to soften dwelling into deep contemplation upon his words.

My eyes lifting up to Shivaay as he stood still not saying a word appearing lost in deep thought. His anger appearing to subside as the demonic side of him appeared to retrieve bringing back his stoic, cold demeanor. His hand entwined tightly around mines' as he slowly looked back at me matching my gaze that begged him to let go...to not say yes...

Please Shivaay...Say no...I cannot do this...I cannot be your wife...Never. It is wrong...How can I marry you knowing how much you have wronged me? You were the one who stole my dignity...my honor...You are the reason why I am standing here not able to even look up at anyone as I am buried so deep down under the ground where I only suffocate and wail over how I have been ruined?...You are the one who betrayed me and replaced me with another woman as your wife in an instant...not once looking back...You were never loyal...You were never honest...You never loved me...You were toxic. We were toxic. I gave my everything to us and yet we failed...How can we go through this again knowing the fate we will meet?...Please do not do this...I beg you...

"Will you marry our Anika?" My father's vulnerability finally spoke in an instant shattering and savagely stealing my soul away leaving a hallow, empty flesh not able to comprehend the cruel fate it may now have to endure.

My heart pausing as it began to crash skipping beats and falling on battered wounds...hearing the torment that it would once again have to walk upon...A sense of shock rakshaying into me hearing the words slip out of my father's mouth as the ground beneath me instantly recoiled not wanting to touch a woman...who was about to lose her dignity all over again...

"What are you saying?!" Shanti uncle exclaimed as Shivaay immediately held his hand up looking back at his family who stood shell shocked appearing dazed and a t loss of words by the proposal that had slipped out of my father's lips.

"No one will get involved in my matter...This will me my decision," Shivaay spoke with a sense of command as his eyes stood appearing to hold determination appearing to reach on a decision.

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My hand slowly losing its grip from Shivaay's as my eyes stood still looking at Shivaay whose gaze retrieved itself back to my father leaving me begging still at his doorstep...realizing the power he held at the moment.

Shivaay's lips stiffening as he took a deep breath looking straight into my father's eyes instilling his authority...his command. He appeared to ponder over the question, but not once appearing to waver...His head raising up lifting the crown of power he held knowing he for once caught the game in his hand seen as his eyes reflected an uplifting darkness covered with an obsessive desire that appeared to now come to surface before finally speaking his demonic, sadistic desire.

"Yes...I will marry Anika..." Shivaay finally spoke. His words revealing his tender, demonic desire that he expressed for long fulfilling it in an instant not once wavering in shame or guilt remembering what he had done to me...how he had ruined me.

My flesh standing still as I felt my heart recoil and bury itself deep within the layers of sorrow and pity I carried...layers of vulnerability that I carried...allowing each and every person in my life to toy with me...as an object...Numbness embracing itself tightly around me...letting me know how I was the object in this bitter exchange of selfishness...

A sense of weakness touching me...as it always did...suppressing the screams of soul realizing how it had been bartered once again for selfish pride and honor...something so hallow that didn't even exist...but is a mere ornament that this world carries and values...

"N-no! No! Never!" The screams from my dignity erupting as a sense of shock finally shattered bringing the lost voice up to the surface. My hand immediately snatching itself from his grip as I grabbed Shivaay's arm forcing him to turn towards me. His eyes appearing to lower in an attempt to avoid my gaze...as if they felt ashamed.

"Never! How dare you?! How dare you even say this knowing what you have done to me?! You ruined me! You betrayed me!...After everything you have put me through...how could you?!" Screams of my past finally coming to life imploding upon its mysteries on to our families that stood still not uttering a word, but watching us closely...in an attempt to decode our truth.

My body trembling with anger over Shivaay's selfish will of claiming his stake on me knowing well how he did not deserve me...and how I didn't deserve him. How could he make such a big decision? How could he even dare to cross the sacred boundary between us and once again indulge in vows and promises...that were buried with our divorce.

Shivaay's gaze lifting up as he attempted to snatch his arm from my grip as I tightened it letting him know that I had a right to go against his decision since I too have a right to make a decision in this matter. "H-How...W-Why? D-Do...you realize what you have just said? H-How can I marry you knowing what you have done? Y-You...left me for Tia! Now you want to marry me! You are sick! You are a sick man! You out of everyone should know the traumatic marriage we had...a marriage that was so toxic...so bitter...How could you?!"

Shivaay snatching his arm out of my grip as he grabbed my wrist pulling me a step closer towards him. His eyes lowering as he looked at my womb before clenching his jaw tightly and looking straight into my eyes. "You know damn well why I have said yes..." He hissed as my eyes widened...

My hand dropping in an instant realizing it was about to lose the fight...about to surrender...for the sake of the precious souls that were now nurturing themselves innocent inside of me. My mind beginning to swirl dying in conflict with my heart that continued to pump life into the innocent naïve beings I was carrying...My mind screaming trying to awaken my dignity letting it know how wrong it is in not fighting in the moment...since this goes against each and every value a woman is told to hold and cherish...My heart crying and weeping letting me know how my children felt at the moment....tormented by the vices being thrown at them...the filth engraving into the honor they still held.

Legitimacy...Our children are struggling under the prying guise of the world...being questioned by their own bloodlines...Our children are being cursed...are being called a sin despite the blessings they are....What will happen to them once they come to this world?...How will I protect them?...This world is cruel...I did everything for my family...sacrificed each and every desire of mines' for them...and they threw me out of their life in an instant as if a piece of dirt...a fabric that was going to poison their pride...So what will happen to my children?...How will they be punished by this cruel, vicious people?

Fear igniting itself inside of me as it began to churn in my womb realizing how my innocent children may suffer a cruel fate like me...

"Anand!" My thoughts immediately shattering as I looked back within a sudden jolt running through me.

Screams erupting from everyone as they quickly rushed to him inciting havoc. My father collapsing on to the ground as his breaths appeared to slip away. His face turning pale as his soul appearing to escape its way out of his flesh. My feet immediately hitting the ground as I saw life appearing to escape from him...Tears beginning to stream down my cheeks as I hit the ground immediately grabbing on to his wrist hoping to find a pulse.

"Dad! Dad get up! Dad!" Horror grasping tightly on to me as my hand stood paralyzed...realizing there was no pulse. My mother's wails erupting as Thayya ji began to exclaim in fear.

"What happened?! Anika continue chest compressions ok? Let me call the pramedics!" Shivaay's voice calling after me in an instant bringing me back reality. My mind lifting out the fears of a daughter in an instant as it went to plain logistics...going back to the basics knowing it was essential to save my father's life.

My hands immediately collapsing against his chest as I began to perform chest compressions. Tears beginning to stream down my cheeks as I looked at my father who appeared to slip away from life...not once holding on it...Memories of my sins slowly beginning to spin in front of my eyes reminding me that how my father just became a victim to them.

"Dad! Dad! Nothing will happen to you! I promise Dad..." Screams erupting from me as I continued to compress his chest.

"Stay away! We don't need your help! We don't need it!" Mom screamed loudly as I felt her arms grabbing on to me trying to push me back.

My arms immediately snatching themselves from her grips as I bit into my anger focusing on my father knowing how essential it was bring back life and not falter to fear.

"Yes he has no pulse! We have a physician doing chest compressions at the moment!" Shivaay appearing to speak on the phone with paramedics as I continued pushing on to his chest knowing that it was integral I continued even if the pulse returned since sometimes it cannot be felt.

"You are the reason that this is happening! I wish we were childless, but didn't have a daughter like you!" Mom screamed as I felt her words tear my heart apart, but not my will as I looked at my father who appeared lifeless.

Loud sirens erupting from the background as I realized the paramedics were here. My hands beginning to lose their strength as fear trembled through them realizing how close I just may be to losing him...my father. Tears continuing to stream down my cheeks as I attempted to maintain composure continuing the compressions until a loud gasp escaped from him.

What have I done? How cruel can I be?...How cruel can fate be? I could have survived punishment and torment for my sins...but why is fate punishing those who I love? Why are my children being punished and cursed for my sins? And now...why is my father being punished due to my wrongdoings?...They don't deserve this...They don't deserve to be castigated for my sins...What will I do now?...A sense of overwhelming guilt dropping on to my heart...making me realize how my hands were now colored with immorality that now I myself may never be able to cleanse...

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Yes, so this is the turn that is beginning to happen...Shivaay agreed to marry Anika in this chapter..Do you think Anika will agree to marry him? What will happen?

I am so sorry in advance that if you are now disappointed my creative decision. This is a creative decision I made since the first chapter and I had to implement it.

As fate has it, I never thought that strangers and some acquaintances would give so much love to my writing...and eventually become part of such a great reader community along with getting new friends...especially considering this is my first piece of work, so thank you for reading this story and if now you will stop reading due to this twist then I am so sorry and my sincere apologies, but I completely understand your right to stop reading this story.

Author's Friendly Note: Shivaay changed dynamically in each and every scene in this chapter and that was done on purpose to reveal the toxic, dynamic relationship he shares with Anika that changes shades from love to being his sudden selfish, demonic self...He is the confusing, complex character, but I have done this on purpose to show how much Shivaay still has to change and he hasn't completely changed.

Also, if some scenes are abrupt then my deep apologies, but I know readers had a few expectations of how some parts should be shown and I had to do it because all of you love Shivika so much including I, so I had to add a lighter scene, but also show the dynamic, emotional rollercoaster relationship Shivika have and had in the past and likely may have in the future.

I do not know if I will update next week as I am currently having a very hectic schedule and I just am very nervous about how readers will react to this chapter.

I promise to reply to all of your comments for Chapter 33 soon...I am so sorry for the delay, but I got busy writing this chapter :(

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