Shivaay's Pov

“I love you”, she said and I practically felt like I was on cloud nine. All the hardwork I did today paid off well, when she said those three words.

“You didn't have to do all of this”, I smiled at her, but deep down, I was happy that she gave this a thought. She wanted it to be special!

“I know”, she smiled and once I was standing just inches away from her, I grabbed her gently and pulled her closer.

Tucking a hair strand behind her ear, I kissed her temple and she giggled. This girl was really something else! She had the heart of a child. Always so full of joy.

“What are you laughing about?”, I asked her teasingly, but I was curious. Anika did that a lot. Giggling whenever I'd kiss her.

“Your beard tickles”, I could feel her smiling and I just shook my head in disbelief.

“Is that so? I thought you prefer mean with beards”, I raised an eyebrow and she pulled away, staring into my eyes.

“I like you no matter what”, she said with a small smile and my heart warned up. She had me crazy about her!

“Love. You love me no matter what”, I answered cockily only to receive a nod from her. Sometimes, all of this scared me. I couldn't believe the fact that I had become so lucky.

The most beautiful girl I've ever seen, loves me. It was an accomplishment. I was nothing but a disappointment and thanks to her, I was very much aware of that fact. But, I wanted to change. For her! She was like the sun. Warming up everyone on a cold winter day.

I grabbed her and kneed down, to blow out the candles. After some while, we walked into our room and sat down on the sofa. Anika's back was resting on my front. We decided to watch some movie. And because my wife is a sucker for Bollywood movies, we ended up watching Rab ne bana di jodi.

When I put on the movie, Anika had a little smirk on her face and I had no idea why. But I was pretty damn sure, she had planned out something. Something was way too fishy whenever my wife tried to smirk.

“Whats with you?”, I furrowed my eyebrows and she shook her head, before walking out the room to get some snacks.

I sat there waiting for her. Once she was back, she had a handful of chips packets in her arms. Two cocoa cola's and even some ice-cream. I could never understand how that woman ate so much and yet was able to maintain her figure.

“You fat ass”, I teased her and she hit me with a cushion, while glaring at me. I just laughed at how sensitive she could be at times.

Was this what people called a perfect evening? Being with her, made me feel grateful towards so many things. Every moment counted with her. She was my sun and I revolved around her.

“Look at the Tv, Mister”, she said suddenly and I knew, I had been caught.

I just couldn't help staring at her. Sometimes all of this felt so fragile that I had the need to just hold her in my arms forever. It scared me how dependent I had come become on her.

But there was no escaping from this and maybe I didn't want to be rescued at all. I had heard love hurts, and that's what scared me the most. Everything about us made sense. There was no pain. Yet!

And I was afraid, what if we were living the premium life and once the offer was over, we'd get hurt. Left alone? I would never want to leave her. Anika made life worth living.

“I hate it”, she suddenly blurted out of the blue. I turned to look at her and she was shooting daggers at our television.

“He shouldn't be lying to her. He's practically betraying her”, she said and my heart skipped a beat suddenly.

“W-what?”, I asked her, trying to sound as clueless as I could.

“And how dumb is she to not recognize her own damn husband”

Well, you didn't either, baby.

“And how dumb do you think I'm?”, she suddenly turned towards me and I just sat there frozen.

“No, babe”, I whispered but the anger on her face, didn't seem to fade. And I kept wondering what could've happened to make her this angry?

“You could've changed your name completely. Even an idiot would know that Shiv comes from Shivaay”

Oh, shit. She knew and she didn't seem happy. I didn't know how to explain all of that to her. I mean, I just wanted to spend some time with her. And maybe, I was a bit too protective about her.

“And Shivaay your face, adding glasses won't deceive me. He had the same eyes as you. Same boy. I'm not a fool”, she spat and I just watched her, taking a gulp from her coca cola.

“I'm sorry, maybe I became to possessive”, I told her and she turned her head to me.

“Shivaay, trust is the base of a relationship. You have to trust me that I'll only want you”, she said and her voice sounded so disappointed that I wanted to run away and hide.

“I know. I'm really sorry”, I told her and this time I was. I had just realize that what seemed so harmless to me, seemed oppressive to her.

I had to trust her. She was right. I had to believe that she was mine and I was hers. And nobody could do us apart, unless we want to. I shot her an apologetic smile, but I knew that I had managed to hurt her and I was willing to make up for it. I just didn't know how to.

Anika sighed and rested her head on my shoulder again. We watched the movie in silence. I didn't focus on anything, just on how I could make her believe that I trusted her and I was sorry.
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Amna xx