Shivaay's Pov

Two weeks had passed. Anika and I were now on talking terms. We'd have conversations occasionally. I'd come home a bit earlier for dinner and she'd be waiting for me.

I'd sleep on the sofa now, so that she can sleep on the bed. A part of me had changed. I started growing soft on her and I didn't know why. I still hadn't gathered the courage to digest the fact that we were married.

But we did make some nice memories. One or two. Like playing ludo on sleepless nights. Or watching super dramatic star plus serials. She wasn't really that bad of a company.

"I'm home", I announced while putting down my coat and loosening my tie. Anika entered the lounge room. She seemed tired.

"Well, I can see", she replied with sass. We had learnt to bare each other and not go mad when one another loses their shit.

"Sassy, huh", I smirked at her. Hoping she'd smile. She doesn't like to admit but she loves it when I tease her.

"Not really", she rolled her eyes at me. Was she on her days? That would explain a lot.

"Then why are you taking the piss?", I asked her with a smile on my face. What she didn't know was that I loved getting on her nerves aswell.

"Nothing", she snapped at me. What the fuck was wrong with her today? I took steps closer to her. There was almost no gap between us anymore.

I looked at her and suddenly started tickling her. Anika was very much ticklish and her face would always turn red like a tomato.

"Really?", I raised an eyebrow and she busted into a fit of laughter, which made me slightly chuckle.

Anika lost her balance and her body was suddenly, totally depending on me. She looked into my eyes, and they held this weird emotion. As if she were trying to judge me.

"Why are you being so nice?", she asked me. I looked at her confused. Searching for an answer, I opened my mouth to tell her, I wasn't. But suddenly the cat had caught my tongue.

"I don't know", and with that I pulled away. Anika looked at me, with a small smile. I left to get changed.

Why was I being nice to her? Some days ago I was literally torturing her. Maybe what I felt for her was sympathy, because of her weird dream. Maybe if that night wouldn't have happened, I'd still hate her.

"Dinners ready", she screamed from downstairs and I brushed off my thoughts.

We were now sitting at the dining table, eating the food she had made. She wasn't a bad cook either. I mean, she knew how to make national food if not international.

"The foods nice", I broke that awkward silence between us.

"Seriously?", she asked me with uncertainty in her voice. Anika was nice, pretty, and also very talented in some aspects but that couldn't stop her building insecurities.

"Yes", I reassured her with a smile. Only to get one in return and maybe even the brightest.

Once we were done with the food, I helped her with the dishes. After that we settled down on the couch to watch a movie. It was weekend. I was arranging the movie while Anika brought some ice cream and snacks from the kitchen.

"We're not watching some chick flick, if you're expecting that", I told her and she looked at me with puppy eyes. I groaned in annoyance.

Well, we kind of ended up watching a sad, cliché movie. And with Anika crying her fucking eyes out because she thought they wouldn't end up together even though it was obvious that they would. She was really a baby. I couldn't stop laughing at her.

Anika grabbed to cushion next to her and started hitting me with it. I held my arms before me in defense. Once she took a tiny pause, I grabbed one as well. It was her turn to beg for my mercy.

"Stop it", she squealed. And I rolled my eyes at her. She was such a party pooper.

"Shivv", that made me stop in my track. Nobody had ever called me that. I hadn't been given a nickname, really.

I looked at her a bit surprised. As if she had said something out of this world. She looked at me with her confused orbs.

"What did you just call me?", I asked her. My voice sounding weirdly low.

"Shiv?", she repeated herself. I didn't know how to react. Were we bonding or what? I mean it would make no sense for us to become friends when we'll divorce each other in 6 months.

"Oh", the only thing that left my mouth. I turned of the Tv and just sat down. Not knowing how I felt about all of this.

"You can call me Ani", she looked at me with such a warmth.

"Yea", I replied, scratching the end of my ear. Which I only do when I'm mostly nervous. She grinned at me.

"You maybe are human", she said while not looking at me. I turned my head towards her. I didn't I was until that night.

"Surprise", I answered sarcastically which made her giggle.

"I like you when you're nice", was she possibly hitting on me? I might sound dumb, she's kind of my wife. So, she doesn't need to flirt with me.

"Thanks, I guess", I shrugged my shoulder. And we spent the rest of the time just sitting there, in silence. Devouring that ice cream.

Feelings can be very complicated sometimes. And there will be times, you'll question yourself, if you even have them.

It's very hard to be human, to feel, when you've spent an eternity, not knowing how it feels to actually feel something.

Sometimes, I really don't know if I'd be better off not feeling anything. Because you never know what hurts more and that bothers me.
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Amna xx