Annika looked down the Mort which was a huge turning point in her life. The same Mort Shivaay jumped from or should she say made her push him from nine years ago.

Shivaay who had been playing with his son Ashyuth and two years old daughter Yashika came over to his wife and just out of habit wrapped his hands around her waist making Annika roll her eyes. They had came over to his private island for a family picnic along with with Om, Rudra, Gauri, Bhavya, and their children. While others were still at home they thought to visit this place ones on Annika's insistence.

"What are you thinking?" he asked leaning close to her nuzzling his nose in her hair taking a deep breath. Something he does whenever he as much as stay an hour away from her as if she is some kind of drug!

"Nothing just the past." she said as her mind drowned into past while Shivaay stayed least affected busy playing with her hair locks.

Flashback

Annika just stared at the Mort blankly,  not even a single tear escaped her eyes after that. Zayn who was finally freed came running to her and was going to touch her but she pushed him away. She doesn't want anyone, even a single soul to touch her at that moment apart from Shivaay!

She want him back, no--no--not want she need him, she need him just the way he is. She need her devil back even if she herself have to go into the hell for that!

Standing up on her wobbly legs and shredding water from her now muddy Wedding dress she started taking step toward the Mort. She isn't going to live in this guilt, she isn't going to live in the guilt of killing her love. She will prove him wrong.

Till now he ran after her now she will run after him even if it is in hell!

With determined face she was all set to jump from the Mort when a hand pulled her back. She could hear voices but her mind had turned blank. She wasn't liking anyone touching her not even as much as holding her hand.

Shivaay indeed won, he imprinted himself on her soul to a level to kill her sanity!

She again turned to jump when yet again a strong grip pulled her, she could hear some voices but her tear filled blank eyes stared nothing but the Mort while her ears just kept ringing with Shivaay's last words.

It was the stinging pain on her cheeks that brought her back from her reverie and noticed Khanna standing in front of her shocked at his own action.

He freaking slapped the Devil's possession. Till now even the devil himself haven't raised as much as a finger on her. If anyway Shivaay get to know this then for sure he is dead!

"Annika mam listen to me----" Annika just kept staring him without any emotion and Khanna felt the irony in his own words. He just called the lady mam whom he slappped a moment ago!

Annika turned to go toward the Mort again when a statement from Khanna froze her to her point.

"Shivaay Sir is alive mam"

Moments later Annika found herself in the Oberoi's hospital beside a lightly injured Shivaay in a deep state unconscious. After crying for about an hour she kissed every inch of his face to believe that he is real. He is actually here with her!

"I love you Shivaay----I love you so so much please never again leave me---" she cried keeping her head on his chest. Khanna kept staring both of them from the glass window, his hand still frozen with the dread of slapping Annika.

Om and Rudra along with Dadi came within an hour when Khanna informed them about everything. Dadi cried hugging Annika while Om and Rudra kept thanking Khanna who was still dreading for the time Shivaay will get to know about the slap!

"Annika-----"

A small whisper left Shivaay's mouth as he started gaining consciousness. His eyes fluttered open and shut as he adjust to the light. Once he actually realized where he is, his eyes went wide. Wasn't he supposed to be dead by now? Wasn't he supposed to be on the throne of hell by now?

"Shivaay-----" he heard Annika's voice who cupped his face kissing her all over as tears fell from her eyes. A devilish smile formed on his lips with her act. The devils in his eyes signed in pleasure.

But things go wayward after a tearful union with Dadi and his brothers as they came to his mansion in his Private Island. Annika suddenly turned all silent. She wasn't talking to him much only how much it was required.

He was still confused about why didn't he died but the moment his eyes fell on Khanna, he very well got to know why he was alive now. It was only Khanna who knew about his plan.

Standing on his limping legs he held Khanna's collar in a tight grip glaring him "How dare you? How dare you to defy me Khanna?". He gave a punch right on Khanna's jaw and even though Shivaay was weak his punch held the same strength.

"Sir I didn't defy you, I let you do whatever you wanted. I just saved you because being your Bodyguard that's my prime job-----" trailed of Khanna wiping the blood the escaped his nose from Shivaay's punch.

Shivaay was tongue tied but still angry. He was about to punch Khanna again when Annika who arrived at the moment pulled Shivaay from his collar and gave a hard damn slap on his face enough to make his lips bleed.

As usual Shivaay didn't say a word! She is his temptress, she can do anything with him!

"What the hell is wrong with you Shivaay? You still regret living? You should be thankful to Khanna bhaiya for saving you. I can't even think what would have happened if he didn't do that. Why can't you understand a damn point that I do love you. I love you like anything. I just needed time to act, analyse and realize your value in my life but no you can't even give me that. Okay I agree I should have asked you but for this you will kill yourself? Who the hell gave you the right to take all the decisions of my life? Who the hell gave you the right to take the life of my devil, to take my life? Remember just like you have right me even I have entire right on you. You belong to me and dare you hurt something that belongs to me!"

She left wiping a lone tear but Shivaay was actually smiling. He held a wide victory blown smile on his face. He had tamed the Angel, his angel. He had made her possessive the way he is. Smirking he let his fingers slide through his silky hairs as her words "You belong to me" kept ringing in his years! The pleasure those four words gave him can never be compared to anything else.

But right now he have to convince her. He can't see her crying like this. He want his temptress smile back and he can do anything for that-----anything!

Flashback ends

"Mumma" Annika was brought back in reality listening her little daughter Yashi's voice who came along with her son Ashyuth.

Ashyuth looked at Shivaay's hand on Annika's waist and smirked. A smirk that exactly matched the devilish one of his father. Time for fun!

He knew what irritates his father and how can he leave a chance over it. "Dada leave my momma, she is my mom." Shivaay frowned at his little devil before snapping "She is my wife."

"She is my mother." Ashyuth gave back.

"She is my wife from last nine years." Shivaay frowned more.

"She is my mother from the time I am born" snapped Ashyuth and Shivaay was left tongue tied listening him.

Annika rolled her eyes at the two possessive men in her life while Yashi giggled seeing the usual banter of her father and her brother. She doesn't understand everything but still enjoy the argument.

Ashyuth kissed Annika's cheeks as Annika bend to make Yashi stand on her feet. This made Shivaay frown more and without caring about anything he pecked Annika's lips in front of the kids --------if you consider a three minute kiss a peck!

"What the hell is wrong with you Shivaay?" asked a shocked Annika seeing Yashi giggling keeping her palms on her eyes still peeking from middle.

"She is my wife remember that Mr Ashyuth Singh Oberoi. If she wouldn't have been my wife you wouldn't have been her son. " said Shivaay ignoring Annika's glare while Ashyuth looked at her father with gaping open mouth. 

Nothing can happen of this man!

Hours later everyone were in anniversary party of Shivaay's pearl industry manager when Annika excused herself for washroom. An oblivious Shivaay who still didn't get was going to follow her when Annika pushed him away rolling her eyes.

She was coming back after a while by then the dance have started. She was going toward the table where her family was sitting when a man dressed in coal black suit with branded shoes, jelled hairs and a handsome smile came in front of her.

"Can I borrow a dance from you Ms Beautiful?"

Before Annika could say a single word a much known hand wrapped around her waist possessively.

"She is my wife Mr!"

At that moment a small hand which couldn't reach her waist was wrapped around her legs with the same possessiveness.

"She is my mother Mr!"