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Anika's Point of View

I cannot believe Shivaay spoke in such a manner to me and demanded that I give birth to girls. This is not in my hands and considering how educated he is, he still somewhere believes that I have the power of deciding the gender of our child though that is solely based on him. I love daughters and I myself want a daughter, but my heart is telling me I am having boys this time and I know the moment I say this to Shivaay he will react in such manner the way he just did now when I mentioned the thought.

"You okay Anika? What is wrong?" Gauri whispering her concern as I smiled weakly hiding my tears that had latched on to me from my argument with Shivaay.

"Y-yes...I-I am f-fine..." I whispered as I looked back at her twin boys who were running around on the dance floor appearing to argue over a can of coke. A small smile touching me as I looked at them appearing to think of how it would be like to have two boys who are just like a reflection of Shivaay's.

"Let me guess...you had an argument with Shivaay bhai," Gauri speaking as I looked up at her feeling quite taken aback on how she had caught on to the root of my problem.

"I am sorry, but I heard your guys' argument. I know I should not have listened, but it is a bad habit I have..." Gauri cringing slightly admitting her habit while she appeared apologetic as I let out a small laugh liking her innocence.

"It's fine Gauri, I have no hard feelings towards those who are honest," I spoke continuing to laugh before wiping my tears away.

Gauri placing her hand on top of mine as she looked at me with eyes showing a blossoming friendship for me. "Look Anika, you and I both are two strange boats that are trying to sail in this family. You are new to the Oberois, but I have been here longer than you and I am really good at reading people and I have read every single person in this family. I can tell with my heart that Shivaay bhai is a good man who has been a victim of his circumstances and of the ploys that the rest of the family members have played against him..." Gauri's confession inciting a jolt of quakes in my heart beginning to ponder over Shivaay. Remembering each and every moment spent with him when he used to enter a state of anger, panic, or even vulnerability seen when he confessed his crimes many times to me from how he obsessed over me in the recent months to his addictions. Raising my gaze, I looked at his family members acknowledging the subtle toxicness they do carry and perhaps may be a reason for why Shivaay is like this.

"I grew up with Shivaay bhai and Om considering my family is friends with Oberois since long. Shivaay bhai was a very kind soul in his childhood. I mean you will not believe how bubbly and energetic he was never once showing any hint of anger issues. He was always smiling until his teen years when things began to change...I do not know what happened, but he just pulled himself into a shell and ever since has been aloof. Shivaay bhai is still kind, but tries to veil it with this dominant side that makes him project his anger on to others. He is just angry Anika for some reason...I do not know what it is, but he has a lot built up within him which I think almost everyone else can see, but it is just no one wants to touch it because nobody wants to deal with it. However, the way I have seen Shivaay bhai smiling and laughing with you...the way his eyes claim love for you is surprising to me. I am glad he finally is slowly beginning to change because of you and that you will be able to heal this side of his..."

A layer of tears beginning to run down my cheeks as I clasped my fingers against my trembling lips imagining Shivaay as an innocent child running with the same energy, happiness just as Aarav and Aryan are right now. The picture piercing my heart that began to consume pills of painful aches thinking of what it may be that stole my Shivaay's happiness...what it may be that has forced him to be in such a way.

Gauri's hand wrapping on to mine capturing my attention as she kept a frail smile. "Look I understand that this is your and Shivaay bhai's private matter, but you have to see the positive side of this. I know Shivaay bhai is wrong. He should not be preferring one gender over the other because at the end of the day babies are gifts from fate which we should accept no matter what...b-but be thankful Anika t-that h-he holds such modern e-esteemed thoughts about d-daughters. Shivaay bhai is not like Om or rest of the Oberoi family who gloats over having sons who can be their heirs...I-I was p-pregnant with a g-girl before t-the t-twins...a-and e-everyone w-was upset about t-this p-pregnancy. At t-this time Shivaay bhai w-was living a-alone and so h-he d-did not know, but...um...Om w-wanted a son a-as h-his f-first h-heir and s-so did D-daadi...D-daadi k-kept c-crying and w-was upset t-that I was g-going to have a g-girl, but s-she attempted to c-comply, however, h-her cries poisoned Om and s-so O-Om made me abort my daughter..."

My eyes widening as she dropped the last line smoking a dark fume of death around me. My womb suddenly revolving inwards not wanting to hear the deadly sin that had been committed against an innocent life. Dropping my hands against the sofa, I felt my vision beginning to spin violently finding fear for the two I was carrying within me.

My hand wrapping around Gauri as I pulled her into a side hug while she appeared to hold her tears trying to keep a brave face, but knowing she was falling. "I-I am so sorry Gauri to hear such from you...I-I c-cannot believe this..." I whispered to her while Gauri kept a smile looking down at her fate lines appearing to accept what happened.

"L-look Anika...Shivaay bhai is a-absolutely wrong in preferring one g-gender over t-the other, but I c-can assure you t-that he likely will accept a son if you have one. H-he just needs time and g-give him the benefit of the d-doubt. P-please...You both d-deserve e-each other a-and I-I c-can see it...T-the way Shivaay bhai l-loves you is damn beautiful and I-I wish t-that one day O-Om loves me the way Shivaay bhai loves you...E-everyone is flawed Anika, but t-the best p-part of marriage is accepting flaws...and s-so today on t-this important d-day don't let this argument get in b-between you b-both...Give him time a-and he will c-come around because believe me h-he is not like Om a-and he t-truly has a good heart..."

Letting out a whimper, I wrapped my arms around her tightly pulling her into a hug as she let her tears fall on my shoulders. A small smile touching my lips accepting each and every word of Gauri's as I felt love for Shivaay appearing to rekindle itself in a brighter spark. A sense of pride raising itself remembering how Shivaay accepted my Chaaya as his heir with open arms giving her love more than anyone else. I know he is wrong, but Gauri is right...Shivaay does truly love me and even if at times he is flawed, I should accept such and continue to work on the flaws of our bond...because at least fate has been kind to me to give a man like Shivaay who is decent, good at his heart, and appreciative of every gift he gets from fate.

"I am always here for you Gauri and you are just like my sister, so never think you are alone hm?" I whispered to her as Gauri smiled nodding before hugging me once again.

Om appearing in my vision as I looked up at him curiously feeling a tinge of anger remembering how he has wronged Gauri by taking the life of his own child. "Namaste Anika bhabi," He spoke as I nodded trying to maintain some composure despite wanting to give him a beating for what he has done.

"Um...where is Shivaay? I thought he went to meet you and Shakti uncle." My eyes wandering to the back of the bar trying to get sight of Shivaay. A sense of anxiousness touching me feeling my heart telling me something wrong is going happen. I feel what I am seeing on the surface right now is not truly what it is.

Om letting out a mysterious smile as he took a bit of haldi before placing it on my temple. "Bhabi don't worry he is around here likely. Anyways, congratulations on getting married of course. I thought I didn't personally congratulate, so I decided to do such now...Anyways, wedding is so close and I pray nothing wrong happens now." Om holding an eerie thought as I immediately looked up at him seeing a sense of sinisterness in his blood shot eyes similar to Shivaay's.

"I am glad Shivaay accepted you in this condition and I pray he is a good father and husband. Poor Shivaay has had quite a rough childhood of course," Om spoke inciting more mystery into me while I sat still finding myself diving into trails of thoughts thinking what exactly happened in Shivaay's childhood that everyone is mentioning except he himself has never mentioned.

"I hope he told you what happened before you decided to get married to him...You have a right to know of course," Om whispered as Gauri grabbed his arm throwing him a glare not wanting him to speak more.

Biting my lip, I chewed on a thought as Gauri appeared to drag Om away from me not wanting him to further indulge in any conversation. Om's words distilling a slight sense of clawed panic within me as I began to feel my heartbeat increase wondering what secret does Shivaay have that even Om is aware of and likely rest of his family may know as well. What childhood secret it is that I have to know?

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"Anika...I am sorry," The simple lines snatching me away from the tethered beings wanting to push me away from my love as I suddenly felt a shy smile erupt across my lips. Lifting my gaze, I looked up at Shivaay finding thoughts of panic appearing to disappear slightly with a sense of solace touching me encountering his blue hues that carried a gem called love.

Gauri's words reminding me to end our argument and postpone it for later knowing today is an important day that likely will never come back.

He kept a small smile as he carefully made his way to me holding a glass bowl of two gulab jamuns. Biting into my smile, I attempted to look away playing off an anger not wanting to let him know I have already forgiven him.

His arm brushing against mine gently as he took a seat next to me while I kept my silence waiting patiently for him to say something more. A heated touch brushing against my hand making it tremble slightly with demure. His fingers wrapping into mine as I felt him admiring the shy smile that was beginning to dress my lips.

"I am sorry Anika and you did not deserve those words from me. I went out of line by claiming that you will be responsible what gender our child is. I know I am wrong Anika and I know I should not be preferring one gender over the other, but I have reasons....Valid reasons."

Raising my gaze, I looked at him observing his eyes dazing finding themselves caught in a memory. He began to chew his lips rummaging over why exactly he has a strong stance of wanting only daughters and not sons.

"Shivaay, you and I both know that this is not in our hands. That we both cannot decide if the twins will be boys or girls...I also want a daughter, but I know I will accept a son as well because both are a blessing Shivaay and you have to appreciate it and show gratitude no matter what," I spoke softly wanting to put my opinion forward in a poised manner.

Shivaay slightly smiling breaking out of his thought as he appeared to somewhat agree with me. His hand squeezing mine lightly as he began to lean in closely finding himself tempted by my dull beauty that was kept hidden under the veil. The warmth of his lips brushing against my cheek as I attempted to lean back looking at the guests who were observing him and I intently.

"Let's end this argument and discuss about it later...Only for your sake I am open to the option of....of accepting a son, but...it does not mean I am fully convinced yet. I want two daughters still," He whispered rousing a giggle from me liking that he was bending his head somewhat to my beliefs despite not wanting to.

My eyes meeting his as he carried a wide smile appearing to adore my giggles while I rolled my eyes at him. "Mr. Oberoi don't worry, I will convince you one day and change this mind of yours'," I replied with pride as I licked my lips looking at the gulab jamuns which he held knowing they were my weakness.

"Well likely we will have girls, but if we have boys then God knows what I will do..." Shivaay mumbling with disappointment while I let out another giggle imagining his misery in handling twins such as his own nephews.

Shivaay letting out a chuckle finding himself enlightened by the thought as he took a small piece of gulab jamun placing it on a silver spoon. Licking my dried lips once more, I felt the twins grumble wanting me to just take a piece of it now so they could relish on it.

"Someone is hungry are they not?" He whispered beginning to wave the spoon in front of me as I threw him a pout begging him to just give it to me.

"Shivaay don't tease now! The twins are hungry!" I reprimanded him as he let out a chuckle continuing to wave it before Aryan popped up behind Shivaay.

"Thayya ji stop being a meanie!" He yelled angrily and before I knew it he slammed his hands against Shivaay who began to tumble towards me. The spoon hitting my mouth as I took a bite of the gulab jamun swallowing it whole.

Shivaay appearing stunned by his nephew who out of nowhere ruined the romance. Laughter erupting from everyone around us who appeared to have witnessed the moment as Shivaay turned shades of red looking at the small boy who began to cheerfully clap enjoying how he had embarrassed his uncle. A series of giggles erupting from me as I continued to chew on the gulab jamun ravishing on its sweetness liking how Shivaay had gotten punked by a child.

Shivaay throwing Aryan a glare as the little boy gulped nervously before making a dash down the stage. Placing my hand on Shivaay's thigh, I attempted to crease his anger out while he grumbled slightly not liking how Aryan had intervened in the supposed tease he was giving me.

"Poor Shivaay, I wonder what you will do when our own kids will interfere in our romance like this," I whispered to him as Shivaay threw me a side eye not liking my comment. Letting out a giggle, I snatched the bowl from his hand before taking a piece of gulab jamun.

"Okay now let's end this argument alright baby? This discussion about the gender of our child is for another day," I spoke to him keeping a smile as his eyes met mine agreeing with me on this matter before taking a bite of the gulab jamun.

His smile appearing to widen as he leaned over with his fingers dipping into the haldi revealing the yellow shade to me. Letting a timid giggle, I felt my cheeks turn red once again as I raised my palm to him. Swiveling the warmth of his fingers on to my palm, he dug in the haldi deeply wanting to color me with his shade. Leaning in closer, he began to trace his fingers against my blushing cheeks letting his fingers entwine against it making me shiver slightly while he began to drum up loud beats in my heart.

"Shivay only wants his Anika to be colored in his shade...in only his name...in only his love..." He whispered against my ear slowly luring my heart which began to further root love for him as it felt the yellow past drop on to it.

"Anika will always be yours' now Shivaay...only yours'..." I replied with my lips trembling as I leaned in closer beginning to rub the haldi on his hand gently wanting to express more affection, but becoming aware everyone else was looking towards us.

"Nazar na lag jaye in dono ko. Kitna pyarra joda hai," Thayee ji speaking as she appeared to emerge from her dancing session on the dance floor. A shy smile touching my lips looking at Shivaay who appeared to like the compliment as he wrapped his hand around mine continuing to lean closely against me not once wavering from showing affection.

"Wakhi mein, nazar na lag jaye. Bohot ache lagte hai saath mein," Daadi speaking as she waved a bundle of money over us before handing it over to a waitress.

"Let's bring the pandit ji here to ward off any evil eyes from them considering the bhootni incident we had. We already cleansed the home, but these two need to get evil warded off," Daadi gesturing the pandit ji to come towards the both of us.

A small giggle escaping from my lips as I continued to play with my hands nervously remembering I am the actual bhootni on whom they are warding evil off. Shivaay looking towards me letting a smirk linger by liking how we both unintentionally were trolling our families.

The pandit ji continued to chant prayers throwing ganga jal over us while Shivaay and I exchanged glances letting out a loose string of snickers attempting to hold our loud laughs remembering how I had completely lost myself in a childish moment when I had scared his family off. "It was the twins not me. You know I am not like this," I whispered to him trying to justify myself while Shivaay choked on the thought.

"Oh yes, of course, blame the twins for your childish behavior... Don't worry I will persuade them to take revenge from you for your false accusation," Shivaay joking lightly while continuing to smile as I nudged his elbow angrily.

"So, you will train our boys to be like you huh?" I spat not liking the thought as Shivaay's eyes widened shocked by my statement before he tightened his lips.

"Boys? No, Anika they are girls and I know that already. Please do not even say such," He spoke a bit too loudly catching Daadi's attention whose eyes immediately turned towards the both of us.

"Girls? Shivaay, you want girls only? Did I just hear this from you?" Daadi questioning appeared a bit taken aback by the statement that escaped from Shivaay's lips. Her eyes darkening while she pursed her lip together not liking his comment one bit. The rest of the women from our family also appearing somewhat stunned by the statement.

Shivaay's smile widening as he looked at the rest of the women not catching on to the thought that I was beginning to take hold of. My gaze lowering as I wrapped my hand on my womb not wanting them to hear a shameless rhetoric that these women were about to spew in hate for a gender that they too were. Seemingly, even in this day and time, people still hold such ill thoughts, but not shocking considering the nature of conservativeness they hold including my own mother.

"Of course, I want Anika and I to have a daughter. Daughters are God's rehmat and I only want daughters to fill my home not sons. Daughters bring a light to a home that sons cannot found in their innocence, in their values, and in their ability to not only run the home, but the world. They are the ones who give life and I want to have daughters who will bring my name forward not sons," Shivaay holding pride in his voice not once wavering in his thought as I felt a tear escape from my eye hearing his lines...loving every bit of them and the fact I have found a man like him who holds such ideals that men rarely have or pretend to have.

Pinky aunty letting out a small gasp appearing not thrilled by Shivaay's words while Daadi began to shake her head and tightening her fists with anger not liking his thoughts one bit. Pinky aunty appearing to want to say a word as Daadi her arm tightly stopping her.

"Pandi tji please let us know what you have found by reading Shivaay and Anika's birth charts. We want to know if there any issues they may face which we can solve," Daadi suddenly veering the topic off while I felt bewildered by her action unable to grasp on to it.

Pandit ji smiling as he sat down on the chair holding a set of our birth charts which he opened up looking at them intently while the women around him gathered impatiently wanting an immediate answer.

"Evil warded off and now reading birth charts? What century do you Oberois live in? My God...you are living in Western civilization! And what bhootni incident you are talking about? Maybe you just saw yourself without your dentures and that slob of makeup in the morning!" Nani remarking as she took out a small fan from her purse before beginning to wave herself with it. Daadi letting out a loud gasp hearing the insult as she began to mutter curses while Pinky aunty held Daadi back who was in the mood to attack my Nani.

"Bibi please be quiet. They are Anika's in-laws, so please show some respect to them," My mother pleading to Nani with urgence as Nani rolled her eyes.

"Aye, you be quiet Nandini! If they are the groom's family it does not mean we have to submit to them when they are wrong. Why are they indulging in such nonsensical things?!" Nani continuing to rant while Daadi began to ramble series of curses in low whispers which only I could hear considering she was standing right behind me.

Shivaay letting out a small laugh as he looked at me appearing amused by the comments my Nani was making. "This is the first time someone has dared to question Daadi. My God, I already like your Nani...Daadi deserves every bit of being called out," He whispered into my ear as I sighed trying to take deep breaths, but feeling my anxiety was going in overdrive considering how each and every member of his and my family are feuding with one another.

"Oye, Jaginder be quiet will you? Do not indulge in conversation with people who do not have such standard to be conversed with," My Nana speaking near the steps of the stage as he began to gorge down pints of whiskey.

"How dare all of you insult us in such manner?! You are from the bride's side of the family and should show some respect to our family," Daadi declaring to Nana and Nani as she began to luster into a bubble of anger seen in how she was turning bright red.

"We are the Randhawas! Mind you, we have more class and respect, so we know how to treat others according to their standards. We already know what standards you Oberois have," Nana speaking eyeing Shivaay whose eyes widened while I slapped my head against my forehead giving up on the fact that there will be peace in our haldi.

"What do you mean? Why are you looking at my son like that?!" Pinky aunty exclaiming since of course she was the only manic who had not spoken yet in the groups of other manics who were belligerently indulging in an argument.

"Uff...I can say a lot, but will not considering other guests are here, but you all watch out from me. I know each and every dirty secret of your family, so before you dare to speak in such an abhorrent manner to me beware of what I can do," Nana slamming a warning to them with pride as he took the last drink of his whiskey before standing his ground tall and proud on the ground ready to enter a battlefield.

"What is your Nana made of?" Shivaay questioning me as his eyes appeared wide open unable to believe that within my quiet and timid family existed a man like him. Fidgeting with my fingers nervously, I felt my cheeks burn with slight shame on how my family was beginning to create a ruckus.

"I do not know what he is made of...maybe just bullet shells and a few pints of whiskey..." I whispered at my odd humor while Shivaay let out a chuckle looking at my grandfather who continued to mumble curses as he stumbled clearly having gotten quite drunk.

"Papaji, please you come with me alright? Let's get you settled now," My father intervening as Nana slightly smiled shocking me considering he had not give it since he got here.

"And this Anand is the best son-in-law I got! Your Shivaay is nothing compared to the son-in-law I have. Do you know what he did for me twenty-eight years ago? Do you know he married my daughter-" My father immediately pressing his palm on my Nana's mouth stopping him from speaking more. I raised my eyebrow at them with a curiosity lingering within me seeing my father appearing worried as if Nana was about to reveal something from the past.

"Papa ji! Let's go now alright? I think it is best we settle down," My father speaking softly as he began to drag my Nana away.

"Now what class is this?" Daadi mumbling with a laugh before Nani threw her a glare about to say something before my mother pressed Nani's shoulder tightly urging her to not say more.

"It's okay Anika...I am not offended by your grandfather...You don't worry alright?" Shivaay speaking to me letting his hand gently caress my trembling one while I continued to chew on my lip filled with curiosities about what exactly happened twenty to twenty eight years ago in my family.

"Well your daughter-in-law and son are quite the conflicting personalities," Pandit ji interrupting as everyone's eyes turned towards him. I felt my heart leap hearing his lines feeling a small hint of fear. Shivaay sighing in annoyance as he leaned back against the sofa finding no interest in pandit ji's predictions.

"Oh well this is not good then is it?" Pinky aunty asking curiously while she sat next to me peering towards me and giving me an amused smile as if she liked the prediction somewhat.

The pandit ji shaking his head appearing to disagree as he continued to look at the charts. A small smile touching his lips that appeared to ease my anxious nerves realizing he found something good in our charts.

"Anika is a Leo and your son Shivaay is an Aries, so they likely will have a conflict of personalities as both are fire signs meaning both will love each other and argue each other in the same passionate manner. Anika is quite a blessed child who brings a lot of luck to his life not only terms of assets, but in health and wellbeing. You all will begin to notice Shivaay change for the better over the next few months due to such girl who will change him. Shivaay is a dominant and stubborn character while Anika is the one who controls her temper better and is able to analyze situations molding herself according to them. This is where both of them balance each other. Shivaay needs control in his life and Anika is the best woman to do such as she understands him well and is able to handle his moments of outburst. On the other hand, Anika is quite a sensitive child and due to such she needs a partner who is not only able to handle her emotional tendencies, but protect her and make her a stronger person..."

His lines slicing a deep analysis of our bond as I looked towards Shivaay who appeared equally intrigued by the pandit ji's prediction finding himself also stunned on the accuracy with which the pandit ji had described out relationship.

"Well that is good news then for both of them as we do not want a separation again for both. In the sense, we want to know how their married life will be and the prospects of children of course," Daadi playing off the lines as if she found true concern in our marriage because I can tell she does not...she is more curious about whether I will bear sons for Shivaay.

A sense of irk touching me not liking Daadi's thoughts one bit, but knowing I should not say anything considering this is not the right time or place.

"No, they both are soulmates as seen in their charts. I am surprised how both found separation in the past considering a strong bond both of them hold. I will say both will face some struggles after their marriage mostly related to family issues that will begin to rise. Family issues will challenge them, but they will surpass it if they stay together and continue to work on their marriage. Their married life will have many arguments, but also lots of love for each other because they both find a connection with each other and understand each other the way no one else does. Now, both of them surprisingly find common ground on one topic which is their children for whom both will do everything to ensure they are brought up properly, protected, and loved. Their charts show that they will have five children with three girls and two boys as prospects," Pandit ji announcing as suddenly a loud cough erupted from me completely shocked by the last line he spoke.

I completely agree with his prediction about family issues considering our families are at conflict and such may lead to differences, but I know we will pull through, however, five kids? What the hell.

Shivaay's mouth gaping open wide as I turned towards him who appeared quite shocked by the turn of predictions that the pandit ji had taken. He appeared to choke on the thought before encountering my equally stunned expression.

"W-what? Five kids? Are you sure you saw five? A few months ago, you read on Anika's palm it was four. Where did the other one come from?" Shivaay questioning appearing more excited than nervous as suddenly a smile appeared across his lips.

My hand slapping his arm lightly as I attempted to stop his overexcitement while rest of the women erupted in laughter seeing Shivaay shamelessly gloating over the thought that we will have five children together not once thinking how I am going to carry all of them.

"Yes, five exactly. I looked at her palm then and now when I see her chart it is predicting five children which is the most accurate. She will have three daughters and two sons," The pandit ji repeating with Shivaay's smile widening more hearing the prediction once again while rest of the women began to cheer liking the news.

Nervously wrapping my hand around my womb, I began to imagine the level of discomfort I will have to continue to experience with more of these babies. Pressing my head against my temple, I began to remember how many times Shivaay and I have made love in the past twenty hours. My face flushing red realizing that indeed having five children is definitely not impossible...but very possible considering how insane and desperate we are...Put two horny people together who love to experiment...you will get babies. Believe me. You get lots of babies.

"Wait I want five daughters! Not, two sons pandit ji," Shivaay interrupting the cheering as he wrapped his hand over mine anxiously not liking that part of the news while I didn't like all of it all. I find myself delighted with the idea of having five, but also anxious over how I have to carry all of them...Gosh, what am I going to do? I am scared of giving birth to these two and then I have to give birth to three more...oh no. Oh God.

"Shivaay beta, I am only telling you what I see and you both will likely have two sons. To be honest you are the first one asking me opposite of the question. Typically, I get requests to help conceive sons." Pandit ji appearing astonished by the request while Shivaay grunted not liking that there is a possibility he will have to raise sons.

"Damn...we have to work harder Anika...I swear we have to pray a lot for girls and try again again for girls only...Don't worry I will plan everything out, so we at least get pregnant again within a year if we end up unfortunately having sons..." Shivaay muttering bitterly beginning to already plan our future pregnancies. His inconsiderate lines spiking a fume of fury within me with my hormones rumbling inciting my anger.

This idiot. He already wants more kids despite the fact we are having twins. How many more kids does he want? I mean it's not like that I don't want more kids, but gosh five kids? Oh my God...how am I going to survive? How?

Turning my eyes towards him, I threw him a glare not liking his excitement considering he is only getting the good part of this while I will have bear the brunt of it. Catching the fact that he was getting on my temper, he appeared to gulp nervously knowing I was about to eat him alive.

"What baby? I am just curious...that is it..." He spoke in a lowered tone as I continued to glare at him squeezing his hand tightly finding anger in how he was going to impregnate me three more times.

"That is quite a lot of action," Priyanka whispering behind me as I began to burn many shades of red hearing her comment.

"Anika is going to be having lots of fun are you not Anika?" Gauri beginning to tease me lightly as my gaze lowered feeling completely mortified how details of Shivaay and my intimacy was being prodded in front of our families.

"Bachari Anika, gosh...how many kids are you going to have?! Wow, I would be toasted if I had to give birth so many times...Like everything gets loose in different places..." Pari babbling her big mouth leading other to erupt in snickers as I grabbed on to her arm knowing she was going to go overboard with her nonsense and will further sham me.

"You loud mouth, you be quiet or else I am going to seriously get you in your nightmares...You do not want to mess with a pregnant woman...I am your cousin and show me some respect..." I gritted my teeth to her triggering her fear as she immediately shut her mouth.

"Wow, never thought my Shivaay will have five children considering how he is," Pinky aunty mumbling appearing happy, but also bewildered by the prediction as well.

"Ma you do not have to be overtly romantic to get in the mood to make babies. Gosh, you are so lost in this realm...Sometimes I wonder how you had the three of us...Like I seriously wonder considering how misguided you appear to be about sex," Priyanka rolling her eyes in annoyance as Pinky aunty suddenly choked hearing how blatantly her daughter dared to say the sacred word "sex".

Nani suddenly letting out a loud laugh looking at Pinky aunty and Priyanka before beginning to wave a fan on her face feeling amused.

"What are you a cow Pinky that you do not know how intimacy works? In our times, we just started and ended very fast multiple times a day! That is how you get five children!" Nani blurting out a disgusting joke as everyone's eyes turned to her in revolt. My hands clasping against my mouth in horror looking at the elderly woman unable to believe she dared to speak of such. Shivaay scrunching his nose up in disgust repulsed by my Nani sharing such a detail. My mother appeared to facepalm herself as Pinky aunty snickered liking how my family was making a mockery of themselves.

"Looks like someone had fun in their jawani," Daadi taunting her as Nani rolled her eyes who continued to wave her face with a fan.

Did I tell you my Nani is not fully there in reality? Yes, I do not know what it is, but Nani has always been quite a character shifting between different moods and blurting unusual, strange things that are deemed inappropriate by normal audiences. She has a borderline personality disorder and so might my grandfather. No kidding both of them are not normal. However, what is surprising is how my grandparents ended up being politicians.

"I am still jawan you old sack of bones. There is nothing wrong in talking about intimacy in my opinion and only old grannies like you may feel embarrassed of talking in such manner," Nani throwing a wild taunt at Daadi.

"Arre what are you? Are you not an old granny? Your mind is at your knees considering what filth comes out of your mouth clearly representing that you are about to meet death soon!" Daadi yelling at Nani who gasped hearing her lines immediately throwing herself up from her chair.

"Hain?! What did you say?" Nani screaming before she began to bicker with Daadi as my mother attempted to stop them while they began to go off the rails slowly stepping down the stage continuing to argue.

Sighing, I pressed my head with my hand with Shivaay holding his laughter enjoying the free entertainment he was getting off from our lunatic families. There is no hope for our families that I can see...they both hate each other and likely will for eternity considering the deep blood that runs between both.

"Both of these old women have lost it," Pinky aunty whispered to her group of friends helping them come up on stage trying to change the current tempered situation that was being displayed in front of guests letting them know exactly how much the Oberois and Malhotras hate each other.

"Such a beautiful couple both of them are and your bahu looks just like a chaand," A woman speaking to Pinky aunty as she peered over her shoulder looking towards me. A group of women slowly beginning to surround me inquiring about my features. A shy smile touching my lips with my hands trembling lightly knowing everyone's attention was slowly moving towards me appearing curious of the bride underneath the veil.

"Chaand? Aur yeh?" Pinky aunty questioning them feeling bewildered by the compliment given to me as Shivaay sighed loudly appearing to not like the implied negative statement that his mother had spoken.

My hand taking a hold of his immediately sensing his anger was beginning to boil slowly as I looked towards him seeing his eyes holding a tethered beast. "For our sake please do not speak," I whispered to him attempting to reel an idea around him to keep his commitment to making only fond memories today not any ugly ones.

"Of course, she is a chaand. I can see why Shivaay went back to her considering she is a true beauty," The woman remarked as my eyes widened hearing her statement not knowing whether I should be upset by the subtle taunt or be appreciative of how she complimented me.

Shivaay holding a wide smirk liking the woman's statement wrapping his palm against mine molding our haldi into our fate lines. The yellow color offering a symbol of grace ensuring we shall not fall apart this time.

Pinky aunty throwing a scowl before lightly brushing the haldi on Shivaay's temple and taking a seat next to him. "Our Shivaay is no less than Anika. He has features of a suraj and quite dapper to be honest. In fact, he is the one who brings light to others and makes them appear beautiful even though that beauty can be questionable when they are alone..." She declared with pride trying to elevate her son in a higher level in the women's eyes who surrounded us.

A small chuckle escaping from my lips hearing the small feast of jealously Pinky aunty was indulging in like a child. She does love Shivaay and I can see that in her eyes when I look at them in this moment. Shivaay taking a deep breath appearing frustrated by his mother's statements, but holding on to his patience as I kept brushing my fingers against him trying to ensure he kept patience.

"Oh really? What do you mean by your statement? Are you really trying to say our Anika is less appealing than your son? Well, you are wrong madam, our Anika in fact is doing an act of kindness by agreeing to come to your family considering the ugly looks all of you carry besides Shivaay who by miracle carries favorable features," Thayee ji remarking as she made her way towards me.

Pinky aunty letting out a gasp hearing the insult as I took a deep breath trying to awaken myself to this much needed truth that today was going to be a long day of endless conflict and disagreement considering Shivaay and my family's are kind of feuding at the moment. Shivaay continuing to huff a puff of smoked fury with the women who found themselves indulging in a pitiful argument once again.

"Lo ji! Ab yeh pendu aurat meri insult karegi!" Pinky aunty suddenly grabbing Shakti uncle's arm angrily trying to pursue him to say a word against us as he appeared unaffected by the squabble.

"Pendu?! Excuse me? What do you mean by pendu?" My mother intervening as I attempted to grab her wrist trying to stop her from indulging in the small argument. My mother snapping her hand away from mine as she toppled herself over Pinky aunty who began to wave herself with the dupatta.

"Look, it is obvious, you all are pendu while we are not. The difference clearly exists between your family and mine...Kahan aap aur kahan hum," Priyanka replying back to my mother as I sighed clasping on to the end of my dupatta feeling a tinge of shame on how both families were beginning to wave their respite towards each other in such a public manner.

"Theek hai agar hum pendu hain then we will prove to you that pendus are better than city folks like you!" Pia being the prideful cousin as she intervened snapping her fingers at Priyanka.

Priyanka letting out a loose breath throwing her head up ready to take up the challenge. "This much overconfidence is not good for your mental health sweetie, but do not worry, I assure you that the groom's family will win," She announced taking the challenge as she began to catwalk on to the dance floor.

"Oh ho, Ms. Botox, never challenge the Malhotras because you will see our worst! Sara chehra plastic ka hain aur body bhi hogi toh kahan se dance karogi?!" Pari slamming a large wooden cane on the ground ready to use her expertise in dance as Priyanka made her way towards her.

"Never challenge the Oberois mind you! We will teach a lesson to you pendus," Pinky aunty declaring as she got up trailing a gang of her friends behind her who appeared thrilled to indulge in this useless face off that was about to happen.

"Fine, then let's do a dance off challenge only on Punjabi folk songs and see who truly is best. Today, we shall see if pendu or city folks are better," Thayyee ji announcing before snapping her fingers at Pinky aunty.

The women of our family beginning to line across each other on the dance floor throwing looks of disgust to shallowed anger seen in how they began to beat their canes loudly on to the floor telling other guests to disburse so they can see the circus that was about to take place.

"What is this nonsense?! What class is this?!" Nani suddenly appearing out of nowhere on to the dance floor as she looked at the Malhotra women confused.

Daadi letting out a loud laugh walking behind her taking on to the dance floor becoming aware of what was about to happen. Clearly Nani and Daadi have had an argument seen in both of them carrying bright red shades that they had held moments ago when the pandit ji had given us predictions.

"Old buddi! Do you not see this is a dance off?! Now, I will prove to you who is better whether your low-level family or my family, the Oberois!" Daadi declaring with pride lining up with Priyanka and Pinky as Nani let out a laughter.

"Acha, tu buddi aur teri maa buddi! Sanu ki! I do not indulge in this crap! Tu aur tera dabar banu ga joker!" Nani spatting in anger before walking off the dance floor.

My hand slamming itself against my face as I felt utter embarrassment taking over me unable to believe what our families were about to do. Shivaay letting out a laugh appearing amused by the scene in front before grabbing my arm and forcing me to look up towards him.

"Anika, they are clowns! It's officially proven that we are the actual sane ones compared to them!" Shivaay exclaiming loudly erupting in laughter as I elbowed him angrily not liking how he was enjoying the fact that our families were going to make a complete mockery of themselves in front of others.

"This is so embarrassing. God, I want to disappear right now," I muttered to him pulling my veil further down my face wanting to ensure no one recognizes me and links that family as mine considering they are about to go totally folk in front of others.

He continued to chuckle wrapping his hand into mine enjoying the atmosphere that was about to be created with all the women and men of our respective families reaching opposite ends of the dance floor gathering their dholkis and canes to prove they were the better Punjabis...or a truer form of a Punjabi.

"Okay, okay so we have a dance off that will be going on between the respective families of the groom and bride! Now it will be the Malhotras versus the Oberois! Let's see who will win and have the upper hand in future of relationships these two families will share!" The dance host beginning to yell loudly on the speakers grabbing each and every guest's attention, so they can participate in viewing the biggest circus of the year.

Holding an unusually beastly, frowned look our families began to scowl towards each other with my family slamming canes up and down on the floor appearing to threaten the Oberois. My cheeks burning red feeling mortified on what my family was about to do as Shivaay began to laugh more liking how our families began to encircle each other as if it was a wrestling match...They continued to rotate in a circle keeping their eyes fixed on each other ready to eat the other one alive.

"Shivaay...stop. This is not funny at all. Do you know how overboard my family goes in competitions like these? They completely forget their senses," I whispered in worry to him expecting him to show concern while he continued to hold a smirk.

"So does mine and that is entertaining. I cannot wait to see my family lose this competition and bite the dust. Their disappointed faces will give me quite the pleasure knowing they deserve it," He spoke in a lowered, husky voice being a complete sadist who found delight in his family's miseries.

My hand wrapping around his arm trying to shake him out of this thought while his smirk widened hearing the music turning on. "Shivaay what are you saying? You should be stopping this feud, but rather you are feeding off a thrill from their mockery," I whispered to him trying to bring him back to sanity while he rolled his eyes looking towards our families.

"Anika come on you want memories and these are what we are forming at the moment. You just enjoy and try to relax for once," Shivaay speaking throwing me a smile allowing a soft smile to arouse on my lips. I do want to form memories, but not in the disguise of ridicule on the hands of our families.

He began to clap his hands hearing the dholkis going off in a loud rhythm while I took a deep breath trying to calm my mind that was now going in overdrive without any cause indicative that my anxiety was beginning to build up once again.

Forming a circle, the women began to turn on their heels before clapping their way towards each other as my mother and Pinky aunty began to rotate like bulls towards each other appearing to throw slaps at each other in form of loud claps.

Shivaay's hand suddenly taking mine as he began to pull me down the stage wanting us to join the chaos that was about to erupt.

"Shivaay! What are you doing?! I am not going to dance...I swear...I am not going to be embarrassed with the others!" I exclaimed after him trying to free my wrist from his tight grasp while he continued to laugh looking back towards me revealing a teasing gaze in his eyes.

"You hate dancing and right now you want the both of us to be part of this dance off! What is wrong with you?" I questioned as he continued to lead me down the dance floor beginning to join our families that now were indulging in an unusual sense of bhangra.

He appeared to reveal a wicked smile before wrapping his hand around my waist pulling me against his chest shamelessly not once taking into account he wanted to begin a set of seduction before our families. His fingers slipping warmth against my waist making it tremble inciting a wave of currents to my heart that began to skip beats. Leaning in closer, he found himself lured in by my trembling lips that dabbed in a rose-colored shade for him to devour upon.

"I hope you did not forget the seduction challenge..." He spoke in a low whisper sending a shiver down my spine as I flinched suddenly meeting his eyes through the orange hues of my veil. His smirk sending a creamy warmth up to my navel rattling down to my heart that began to beat quickly remembering the absurd challenge we both have taken up.

"Winner gets to decide honeymoon destination...and I am determined to take you to Paris tonight," He spoke softly triggering a demure smile across my lips as I continued to fidget with my fingers finding a thrill in his determination wanting know how exactly he will entrap me in seduction and win over me.

"Yes and here we have the bride and groom! Now this is an actual dance off! Please join your respective sides!" The announcer yelling loudly in excitement with our families cheering wanting us to join a complete chaotic circus that they were readily indulging themselves in.

Trailing his fingers on the back of my hair, he began to loosen my veil as my gaze lowered feeling his flesh grace its warmth against me. Entwining his fingers into my hair, he began to drape my veil down slowly revealing his love that I had delicately brushed upon me wanting to engrave it so no one else can claim it. My eyes meeting Shivaay's as he gave me a tender smile letting his eyes wander over my apple shaped cheeks that continued to ripen under the admiration he was expressing in his silence. He appeared to hold a mesmerization for the timid smile continuing to tremble itself on my rose-colored lips.

"Anika...come on! You have to make us win!" Pia's voice suddenly erupting between the both of us pulling me away from Shivaay who kept a frail smile beginning to rotate across the dance floor continuing to look towards me while I made my way around.

The women raising their dholkis in the air beginning to slam spoons against them loudly herding over Shivaay and I who suddenly became the center of attention of everyone else.

A giggle escaping from my lips looking back towards Shivaay who began to clap with the rest of us while I looked at the women who continued to rotate around us beginning to twirl in circles before clapping their hands proceeding to a gidda spinning their dupattas over us.

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"Aaya laadiye ni tera sehreyan wala wyaawan aaya. Aaya laadiye ni tera sehreyan wala wyaawan aaya!" The women continuing to sing before grabbing my hand spinning me around on my feet as I giggled while they began to point towards Shivaay indicating he was my groom.

Clapping my hands, I wrapped my dupatta around me as a shawl before beginning to twirl around Shivaay spinning a web of love. Laughter erupting from me as I joined the rhythm of love completely embracing it and allowing it to completely consume me. Shivaay's eyes following mine finding himself captivated as I joined the other women who continued to clap to drum the beats of his heart only in my name.

"Aundiyan naseeban naal ae ghariyaan. Tere sihre nu sajaaya daadha phull kaliyaan!" Pinky aunty beginning to sing grabbing Shivaay's and forcing him to shake a leg in front of me. He began to clap joining me as he took a step forward towards me while I took a step back wanting to tease him. A small smile erupting across my lips, as I threw my hair back slightly revealing a love bite on my neck that I had hidden until now. His eyes widening as I innocently tilted my head wanting to seduce him as he took a step forward towards me while I continued to spin on my feet inciting a tease not allowing him to come close. His feet moving forward as I continued to step back allowing both of use to continue twist in across the dance floor.

"Aundiyan naseeban naal ae ghariyaan. Tere sihre nu sajaaya daadha phull kaliyaan! Do dil saanjhe Heer te Ranjha. Jashn manaao yaaro kehndi ai shahnaayi! Aaya laadiye ni tera sehreyan wala wyaawan aaya. Aaya laadiye ni tera sehreyan wala wyaawan aaya!" The women continuing to repeat the lyrics behind us as they began to beat the drums loudly while men began to toot a symbolic horn with their hands.

Suddenly, my waist tilted up as I felt his pair of rough hands wrap around me tightly making me shriek loudly. The women gasping around us shocked by Shivaay who pulled me into a tight embrace as I began to giggle struggling to push him away while he began to lay ravishing, lengthy, moist kisses on the nape of my neck.

"Get away from our daughter!" Thayya ji slurring drunkedly as Shivaay immediately let go of me appearing a bit taken aback by Thayya ji's order.Thayya ji then bursting into laughter as he grabbed Shivaay's hand forcing him into a bhangra with my father who also now appeared drunk as well. Shivaay appearing to groan amongst the men while I began to giggle as I continued to clap watching the other women in our families now entering the border of insanity.

"Jeeja nai aaya ve tu ajj di ghari. Naal nu vi le aaya ve tu ajj di ghari... Jeeja nai aaya ve tu ajj di ghari. Naal nu vi le aaya ve tu ajj di ghari..." Pia and Pari began to sing their parts of the lyrics grabbing Priyanka's arm and forcing her down on to the dance floor.

Pia and Pari throwing their canes up placing it on Priyanka's shoulders slowly beginning to rotate around her as if she was a prisoner. Priyanka beginning to slightly tremble with anger as attempted to push the canes away, but struggling.

"Make up ki dukaan...kaisa lagra hai pendu loge ke gabse mein? Lagta hai tuhi thi who bhootni jiski baat sab karle te!" Pia announcing with laughter as Priyanka glared at them before ducking down between the canes and lunging towards them. Her hair waving back and forth like a bhootni as she began to jump up and down making weird exorcist sounds.

"Halalalala!" Priyanka hooting a weird, beastly tune making laughter erupt from Pari who immediately grabbed her dupatta wrapping around Priyanka's head covering her eyes and jumping on to her back. Priyanka letting out a loud scream as she began to fall down on the ground, but only meeting the sofa.

"Yeh hai asli bhootni! Hahaha! Itna dark make up bilkul ullu lagdi hai!" Pari screaming as she began to jump up and down waving her dupatta in the air indulging in a bhangra.

"Arre...ullu ko sharam ayegi agre use pata laga ki yeh Priyanka uski family ki hai!" Pia exclaiming loudly high fiving Pari as they both erupted into loud laughter.

"Jeeja...Sakhiyaan ral mil jhoomar paaye....Shaala eh din sab te aaye" Pia and Pari continuing to sing taking Shivaay's arms teasing him as I crossed my arm throwing them a glare while they continued to twist and twirl close to him.

Their waists spinning back and forth as they nudged their shoulders against him while he held a smirk appearing to smell a burning smoke from me. A blistering green envy erupting within my heart as I glared at him. Shivaay taking a step away from them and shaking his leg in a light bhangra relishing in their presence and the jealousy that was beginning to reek itself out of me.

Taking a small step forward, Shivaay hit my shoulder lightly trying to further tease me as I hid my smile trying to appear offended that he had danced with Pia and Pari even though I was not knowing that he is only mine now.

"Aaya laadiye ni tera sehreyan wala wyaawan aaya. Aundiyan naseeban naal ae ghariyaan. Tere sihre nu sajaaya daadha phull kaliyaan" The three women continuing to repeat the lyrics before pulling my and Shivaay's hands taking us into the circle as I began to giggle seeing the three forming an unusual form of snakes around us.

Shivaay letting out a loud laugh grabbing my arm and pulling me into an embrace making me shriek as I attempted to free myself seeing everyone's eyes were towards us. Pia and Pari helping to free me once again as we three began to spin in circles around Shivaay trying to tease him continuing to clap loudly against his ears.

Twirling slightly, I began to clap my hands up in the air with a giggle appearing across my lips encountering his eyes that continued to linger across from me.

My mother and Pinky aunty beginning to twist on their feet before moving towards each other wriggling like worms side to side before Pinky aunty suddenly began to do an unusual nagin dance. Collapsing against the floor, she began to move up and down like a walrus who was trying to be a kangroo. Her body moving wormlike as she snapped her hands above her forehead continuing to make unusual loud pitched sounds.

Clasping my hand across my mouth, I looked at Pinky aunty who began to do a nagin dance pointing herself towards my mother and Thayee ji who began to fume like snakes themselves.

"No...p-please stop!" I attempted to yell at my mother and Thayee ji who began to stick out their tongues waving them back and forth slowly snailing themselves towards Pinky aunty. Shivaay continuing to laugh as he saw the three beginning to twist themselves around in circles pointing their hands towards each other in a shape of black nags.

"Aiiii...Aiiii! Katiya pendu auratein hai yeh!" Pinky aunty letting out an unusual shriek lunging towards my mother and Thayee ji who suddenly jumped back feeling as if they were now under attack by the Queen of Naagins who decided to break through the ground beneath.

I clasped my hands against my cheeks beginning to feel them burn feeling mortified as rest of the guests began to laugh loudly. Thayyee ji and my mother jumping back towards Pinky aunty grabbing their sticks pointing them directly towards her. Pinky aunty's eyes widening beginning to stumble back.

"Botox ki dukaan...hum ab tujhe batae gaye...Sardi hui buddi aur acting karti hai jaise koi bohot bari hoor pari ho! Apni shakaal dekh mirror mein! Bilkul ek ubla hua anda ki tara shakal hai aur ek kukkad jiase body!" Thayee ji spoke out loudly slowly beginning to snake herself back and forth bouncing towards Pinky aunty as she began to slightly run in circles around the dance floor placing her hands on her ears beginning to yell.

"Thayee ji please stop!" I yelled towards her grabbing on to Pinky aunty's arm as she stumbled behind me immediately. Shivaay continuing to howl in laughter seeing his mother panting as her hair appeared to disheavel blowing straight up making her look like a bhootni.

She began to tremble hiding behind me trying to make me a fortress.

Thayee ji and my mother letting out loud laughs as they began to clap their hands towards her loudly beginning to taunt her before sticking their tongues out. "Shablalalala!" They screamed out loudly beginning to lap their tongues out like snakes as the guests erupted in laughter finding the three as jokers.

"Jeeja, jeeja, jeeja, jeeja. Aundiyan naal ae ghariyaan. Tere nu daadha kaliyaan. Do dil Heer te Ranjha. Jashn yaaro ai shahnaayi" The lyrics continuing to play as chaos continued to occur.

Nani sighed shaking her head finding herself bemused by the mockery everyone was about to make of themselves. "This is complete nonsense! Such low-class people I tell you! Is this a zoo that they are behaving as desperate snakes and complete horny gorillas!" She exclaimed close to my ear trying to keep me away from the crowd of women that were beginning to surround all of us.

"Oh what nonsense is this? Let us enjoy for once instead of keep lecturing us about what is right and wrong!" Daadi yelling back to her before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards Shivaay beginning to wave dollars around our head as she began to sing the lyrics.

"This is all you can give for your grandson's wedding?" Nani letting out a chain of laughter taking out a large bundle of money from her clutch throwing it over Shivaay and I as our eyes widened seeing the layers of dollars spinning around us.

Daadi's eyes turning in a glare as she grabbed open her clutch immediately taking out another bundle of notes. My eyes widening as I attempted to grab her hand to stop her from waving more money while she snatched her hand away immediately.

"No! No! Let me show her what the Oberoi's worth is! We are not paupers you lacho bandari!" Daadi exclaiming throwing the money up in the air again.

"Ley sardi hui pauper! Itne paise hai? Dekh mere paas kitne paise hai!" Nani yelling as she began to throw more money over us while I stumbled back into Shivaay's arms feeling a paper scratch against my eye blurring my vision. Shivaay beginning to laugh loudly as Daadi and Nani began to throw more dollars at each other in the air.

"Hum Oberois hai! Hamare paas koi paise ki shortage nahi!" Daadi yelling back throwing more cash at her face as Nani lunged forward towards her.

"Toh tumhari class kya hai?! Mein toh royal family ko belong karti hu Punjab se!Tum to lagdi ho jaise koi mahan gareeb se khaandan se ho jiski lottery lag gayi iss Oberoi family mein! Mein toh jadi ameer hoon ase ne ki shaadi se ameer bani hoon!" Nani throwing a taunt suddenly pushing Daadi back before Daadi immediately pushed her back throwing her arms at her.

My hands immediately grabbing forward to grab a falling Nani only for Nana to grab a hold of her.

"How dare you push me?!" Nani yelling at this point lunging towards Daadi who immediately grabbed her elbows beginning to jump up and down appearing to try to dance while also wrestling with each other.

Taking a step forward, I attempted to jump in before Shivaay grabbed my waist with both of hands pulling me into a tight embrace taking a hold of my cheek beginning to lay tender kisses upon it. My eyes widening with my heart skipping beats unable to believe that he was displaying his affection in front of others. His fingers rubbing themselves into the sheer fabric of my navel making me slightly heave feeling a gentle warmth rising up my waist appearing to pleasure my flower down beneath. My breaths trembling as I began to heave feeling his lips continuing to dig deeply into the nape of my neck letting his warm tongue run across it.

"What class is this? Utter embarrassing," Nana declaring raising his head up in the air as a true brigadier before looking at all of us up and down especially Shivaay who was beginning to fully get in the mood of romance.

"Nandini stop your nonsense!" Nana scolding my mother grabbing her arm trying to stop her while she continued to do a naagin dance not heeding to him, but in fact pulling him on to the dance floor amongst the other men that began to dance. A trail of giggles beginning to erupt from me seeing Nana being forced to dance as he attempted to push off the men all of whom were drunk at this point.

A warm hand wrapping around my bangles before entwining into my hand as I looked up seeing Shivaay's lips that began to lean down towards me finding himself allured by traces of beauty that lingered across my lips. Blushing red, I lowered my gaze letting my fingers wrap into his wrists trying to push him away while he began to close the gap between the both of us.

"Ho sajjan bulaiye ral mil gaaiye! Shagan manaao yaaro kahndi ai shahnaayi! Aaya laariye, aaya lariye! Saya laariye ni mera sehreyan wala wyaawan aaya! Aaya laariye, aaya lariye! Saya laariye ni mera sehreyan wala wyaawan aaya!" Our family members suddenly screaming the lyrics towards us catching the both of us in a moment banging their dholkis and drums loudly above us.

Our eyes immediately darting towards the rest of our families that erupted in laughter as Shivaay let out a smile against my cheek continuing to kiss it while I wrangled trying to elbow him to stop.

"S-Shivaay s-stop...Everyone is looking at us...please..." I whispered to him pushing myself against his chest while he continued to brush his hungry lips down my shoulder sending butterflies down my heart as he continued to gorge wet kisses upon it.

"What is there to be shy of? You are going to be my wife now..." He whispered against my ear continuing to let his lips run down the nape of my neck beginning to leave saucy yet ravenous kisses down it attempting to seduce me and claim victory on round two of the seduction challenge.

Burning a shade of pink, I stepped on his foot lightly as he howled loudly while Pia and Pari giggled taking my hand pulling me out of his grasp. Suddenly, I felt a tug on the end of my dupatta forcing me stop in my steps.

A veil of demure dropping upon me feeling a heated pair of fingers entwine their way across my back taking a grasp of my dori wanting to unknot it before wrapping his hand on my dupatta. Draping my fingers at the end of my dupatta, I attempted to pull it out of his grasp, but failing to do such. I spun immediately out letting my dupatta raise up with him grabbing one end while I grabbed the end allowing an orange hue to brush between us as we looked at each other through the sheer fabric of the dupatta.

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"Mundayaa, mundayaa, mundayaa dupatta chud mera, ni sharam da kund laie daaa hai,
thay enj nai sataana chaaidaa..." I began to sing along with the song hearing my cousins beginning to snap their fingers at Shivaay wanting him to back away. A shy smile lingering across my lips as I attempted to tug the dupatta towards me, but failing with him beginning to fold it one by one in loose pleats trying to close the distance between us.

"Kuri-yaaay, kuri-yaaay, kuri-yaay badami rung tera nai kund ch lukaaana chaidaa, hai
nai sajana nu tarsaai daa" Shivaay holding a verse on his lips as Priyanka and Pinky aunty joined him in the sing along grabbing on Thayee ji and my mother pulling them away allowing the distance to only be between Shivaay and I.

Shivaay letting out a small laugh as his eyes met mine while we continued to rotate, his fingers enveloping themselves around mine pulling me closer towards him before twirling the dupatta around me pulling me into a tight hug.

Everyone beginning to cheer as I attempted to free myself from his grasp, but failing as he leaned in closely while I attempted to step back, but failing. His hand wrapping around my cheek before slowly leaning in ready to steal a kiss from me making a smirk linger across my lips knowing just what I was going to do. My foot immediately stepping on his inciting a yelp from him as I ran off hiding behind Pia and Pari while the Malhotra women erupted into laughter beginning to mock and move forward with their canes pointing at the Oberoi women who jumped back not liking how Shivaay was losing in this innocent game of dance mixed with seduction.

"Lauki tu laa meray, lauki vekhan gay lauki ho-angi badnam sajanaa, joraan main huth pai joraan main tenu pai moraan naa mil saray aam sajanaaa" Letting the lyrics run across my lips dipping out from my heart that was beginning to intoxicate itself in the name of love...I continued to run behind Pari and Pia seeing Shivaay attempting to steal me away.

Folding my hands, I rotated in circles trying to hide away as he began to chase me running me across the dance floor while I continued to giggle twirling around the red, sheer curtains seeing Pinky aunty and Priyanka trying to chase me as well. Running through the curtains he continued after me taking a tight hold of my dupatta while I giggled.

"Waay nee dil jadon away ni saray dar laway main duniya nu eh dasnaa rollaa, jay pai ga rollaa... karee naa dil hola....usaan nai tera saat chadnaa" He began to sing the lyrics in a broken tone grabbing my hand twisting me around into an loose embrace. He began to nuzzle his lips into my neck once again laying a tender kiss. I let out a shy smile pushing my hands around his wrists to only slip way sticking my tongue out to him before running on to the dance floor.

The women barricading him as Thayee ji and my mother twirled continuing to clap their hands against Pinky aunty and Priyanka who attempted to keep up with the gidda. The four women rotating into circles trying to beat the other before throwing their canes across each other and rotating once again. However, suddenly Thayee ji took her firm ground stepping on Pinky aunty's feet making her howl loudly in pain as she began to stumble back down on the sofa behind bringing Priyanka down with her. The mother daughter colliding on to the sofa falling face flat.

Everyone beginning to cheer realizing the Malhotra women had beat the Oberoi women in the simple steps of gidda. The guests' eyes turning towards Shivaay and I while we continued to indulge in our innocent flirtation.

"Sun vay...sun-vayyyy...sun-vay sajan baymaana....Aye rollaa nai-oh penna chaidaa hai
nai jug naal addaa lai daaa....." Raising my hands up in the air, I began to clap loudly before running my waist up and down showing him a peek of the bare skin hidden under the layers of fabric. Pia and Pari following my pace as we snapped our fingers back and forth towards him and the men behind ready to win our part of the dance.

His eyes wandering down to my waist biting his lip finding a key interest in it as he began to take a step closer indulging in a slight bhangra before lunging towards me immediately taking a hold of my arm. My eyes widening feeling his fingers dig down my bangles as I attempted to free myself from him while he chuckled taking a step closer letting his chest run against me. A blushing smile coming across my lips as he began to twirl my dupatta in the air before slowly letting his fingers drape it around me.

"Kuri-yaaay, kuri-yaaay, kuri-yaay badami rung tera nai kund ch lukaaana chaidaa, hai
nai sajana nu tarsaai daa" Letting the lyrics end on his lips he suddenly lifted me up in the air letting a scream erupt from me loudly. My feet rising up as I began to tumble down before wrapping my arms tightly around his neck letting my lips bury against his beating heart that bounded against his chest.

Everyone gasping seeing how Shivaay had endearingly lifted me up claiming a win over the dance off and the seduction challenge as I giggled letting my fingers trail against his cheek willingly giving into the win. His eyes capturing mine reflecting a light not seen before...sheer layers of elation mixed with a tonic of happiness and thrill swiveling within him as he continued to sing the lyrics leaning me down to the ground before raising me up in the air once again.

"Shivaay beta, be careful! She might fall!" Daadi scolding Shivaay who chuckled only to begin to spin me around.

Thrilling screams escaping from me with my dupatta flying in circles as I waved it across feeling myself intoxicated with pure giddiness and euphoria. Shivaay and my laughs merging while he continued to swing me around as our families begged him to put me down worried about the twins, although, the double trouble were the ones to be blamed with pure childishness overcoming me.

"Let her go Shivaay! This is not good for her in such a condition!" Pinky aunty reprimanding him as Shivaay suddenly slowed down his pace finding the excitement vanquishing with worry. He immediately put me down wrapping his hands on my shoulders while I continued to giggle feeling slightly silly from the joy ride.

"Anika...I am so sorry! I didn't realize I might be hurting you...Are you okay baby?" He questioned with his eyes holding a level of thick concern as I giggled wrapping my hands on his cheeks continuing to nod.

"Yes I am fine. Nothing is wrong alright? In fact, I enjoyed it a lot..." I confessed to him letting a smile erupt across his lips seeing him wink at me flirtatiously while I slapped his chest playfully.

"Well, well...the dance off ends with the fantastic Malhotra ladies winning over the Oberoi women!" The announcers declared allowing my family to erupt in loud cheers as the Oberoi family began to grumble.

"B-but! The twist is that the bride at the end did give into the groom...meaning! Meaning there is a tie between both of the families!" The announcer pitching off a loud set of roars from the Oberois while the Malhotras began to growl loudly complaining and hitting their canes angrily towards the announcer ready to give him a good beating for his decision. The announcer appearing to duck down the stereo system with a shoe flying at his way.

Shivaay wrapping his arm around me tightly forcing me to look into his eyes that reflected a joy of victory over how he not only won the dance off with me, but also round two of the seduction challenge. Smiling with demure, I lowered my gaze feeling his lips leave a fragile kiss on my forehead. It is best to lose to the one you love...Perhaps, somewhere I do want him to win our challenge finding thrill in the idea of spending more time with him alone on a honeymoon.

"Anika why did you give in?! Why?!" Thayyee ji beginning to ramble off on me as I kept my eyes low feeling slightly awful that my family had ended up tieing due to my heart that found itself allured in an instant by Shivaay.

"I-I am sorry Thayyee ji...I just kind of...I mean I do not know why I gave in...b-but t-this was just for fun right?" I tilted my head innocently trying to persuade her to quit her grievances that she is carrying towards me at the moment.

"Well, she is now going to be an Oberoi bahu...so she will support her in-laws," Daadi intervening and looking at me with pride while my mother growled angrily looking towards me not liking one bit how I had given into Shivaay so easily.

"Anika you did wrong by supporting these people...pure clowns I must say," Nani speaking to me as a loud snarl erupted from Daadi not liking the insult.

"Nani please..." I whispered to her seeing Daadi taking wide steps towards her ready to take her down seen in the red shades of her face. Nana taking Nani's hand beginning to drag her out of the potential chaos as Daadi began to follow them behind.

"Daadi please stop and cool down!" Priyanka taking Daadi's hand forcing her to sit on the sofa.

Sighing I took a deep breath looking back towards Shivaay who side eyed them not giving a damn about the nonsensical feud that was erupting between our families. His eyes meeting mine as he slid his hand down mine dragging me down the dance floor ready to take me back in his arms.

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"And now let's initiate a nice soothing folk song for a slow dance everyone! Time to cool off from the dance off!" The announcer speaking turning the lights down in an instant as I smiled softly looking into the reflection of the blues hues across from me that carried a vivacious love which was evolving into innocent gestures of affection that he was now displaying.

His hands sliding around my waist pulling me into the warmth of his chest as I leaned in wrapping my arms around him. Our steps matching each other into a rhythm while we both began to dance on a tune of love that found itself rooting into our hearts. Entering a realm of paradise seen in red shades of love mustered with yellow shades of bliss, we let our bodies mold into one as we leaned in closer finding our trembling lips begging each other to merge and hold a kiss to release a tense lust we both have been holding on to each other since the beginning of the haldi.

His hands running slowly treading themselves up my arms igniting layers of chills through me making me slightly flinch. Leaning my head forward, I placed it against his chest beginning to feel his lips sliding down my shoulder where he began to layer me with lengthy, narcotic kisses. My hands trembling as I wrapped them into the fabric of his kurta pulling him closer feeling my heartbeats dropping and rising. Raising my head up, I let my trembling lips linger against his neck while he began to pull me closer against himself letting his heated hands wrap across me. We continued to move in silence finding ourselves thrilled of indulging in a subtle romance amongst the dark dance floor where barely anyone could catch on what we both were doing.

Brushing a wave of hair from my cheek, he immediately took a hold of it leaning in allowing his lips brush at the corner of my lips making them quiver. Wrapping my hands into his wrists, I tried to push him away lightly seeing that he was beginning to lose his senses wanting to cross a boundary and indulge in intimacy that we both cannot in front of others.

"Shivaay...we should stop. Everyone may catch us..." I whispered to him inciting a moan of annoyance from him not liking my statement as he began to lean in closer.

A small laugh escaping from me as I clasped my fingers against his lips trying to keep him away, but failing to do so feeling his lips longingly kiss my fingers trying to lure me into a kiss. Shaking my head, I stumbled back before rummaging myself out of his grasp immediately escaping beginning to walk out the tent on to the lawn wanting some fresh air.

"Anika! Stop nah! It's just one kiss!" He yelled after me amongst the loud music while I continued to laugh fixing my dupatta dragging my feet out on to the lawn brushing myself through the large crowd.

The lawn appearing empty with the afternoon sun shining itself through the dark clouds above us with light rain pouring down once again. Taking a deep breath, I attempted to wave my dupatta lightly on my face feeling a little heated up from all the dancing inside. A small smile appearing across my lips as I wrapped my hand around my neck feeling Shivaay's kisses still lingering there remembering how he proudly he had layered me with affection and admiration in front of our families and the guests letting everyone know that now I am only his.

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Suddenly, a harsh tug appearing on my dupatta as I let out a giggle thinking it was Shivaay trying to tease me once again. Turning on my steps immediately, I looked towards the back. "Shiaay stop! Please!" The statement erupting from my lips and suddenly complete silence hit me.

My heart leaping with the ground beneath me beginning to form cracks as a dark figure appeared in front of me holding a satanic smile with his eyes running all over me in a dirty, salacious manner. An unusual laugh erupting from the tall strange face as he began to pull on my dupatta as I felt my body suddenly freeze up not knowing what to do. My body beginning to shake as I tried to pull on my dupatta feeling my heartbeats dropping.

"Oh what a beautiful bride is this!...My boss truly favored me by reigning me for this job!" He growled in a leacherous way continuing to look at me while I tried to pull my dupatta out of his grasp.

"W-who a-are y-you?! L-let g-go o-of m-me! L-let go!" Screams erupting within me finding my inner being beginning to wail in havoc finding its honor slowly slipping away in the form of the dupatta the brute continued to pull on.

Tears streaming down my cheeks as he erupted in laughter continuing to pull on my dupatta while I held it tightly around me. "Let you go? Why would I do that?! I have been sent to take you and you want me to let you go! Never! I am not going to let go of a piece of meat like you!" He began to lick his dried lips as I continued to tremble stumbling behind on my feet.

"S-stay a-away! I-I a-am pregnant p-please! L-let go! Help! Help! Help!" Pleas screaming from realms of fear that I began to enter feeling the bits of honor I carried was now on stake.

He continued to laugh pulling on my dupatta as I grabbed a firm hold on it screaming loudly for help with tears continuing to run down my cheeks. My hands grabbing on to the back of the tent behind me as he began to near me trying to close the distance between us as he salivated on my flesh. Clasping my hands together, I attempted to plea to him to keep away, but utterly failing at it.

Suddenly, a series of loud pops began to break out behind me. Light erupting as I screamed loudly with my hands clasping on my ears. The man immediately letting go of my dupatta as he flew up in the air with a pair of grime claws riling against his shoulder smoldering him on to the dirt.

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And then everything fell.

His mask fell off....Not the stranger's, but the one who I love. His mask fell off.

His hand held sin showing lards of hidden blood...not seen on his palms, but underneath his flesh. Eyes fully gone...soul lifted out....a dark raging howl erupting from his eyes with a wicked smile appearing across his dark lips. Suddenly, a panting demonic phantom began to wildly dance in his eyes taking a hit of his heart consuming it and only forcing him to embrace that hallow being which he had masked with a mockery of love.

There he stood....holding a gun in his hand as he let out a laugh before raising his head up towards the sky laying his foot on the man's chest who dared to dishonor me.

There he stood...my Shivaay...completely now gone...Embracing his true mask.

My feet slipping against the ground as I began to suddenly scream with my heart beginning to claw and revel itself cursing that it dared to love a man like him. A man like him. Series of waved currents running within me as memories began to rush in front of my eyes remembering that loving Shivaay who embraced me...the one who claimed love for me...the one who claimed that he wanted to change and was changing...What was that? Was that a farce?

"Let go of me! Let go!" The stranger continuing to scream as Shivaay grabbed his neck pulling him before colliding his free hand against his face. Suddenly blood spewing out of the brute's face as Shivaay began to sock his knuckles into his face repetitively fully becoming consumed with a savage like rage.

"How dare you lift a finger on my wife?! How dare you?! You bastard!" He screamed throwing his hand on his cheek once again as he screamed with blood oozing out of my nose. The man folding his hands begging him to let go as Shivaay continued to throw him another punch.

"Do you know she is?! She is mine! Only mine! She is Shivaay Singh Oberoi's wife! And you dared to touch her! You dared to touch my wife!....Now you will pay for it...Now you will pay for it! I will teach you lesson on what happens when someone dares to touch something or someone that is claimed by me! Do you not know who I am?!"

Shivaay's body trembling like a hungry, behemoth as he began to pant loudly with anger now fuming through him simmering in bright red shades against his face. His teeth sticking out for blood as he clenched them trying to hold on to his rage, but failing before looking towards me observing my dupatta slowly slipping down my shoulders seeing my disheaveled hair...seeing how I had been on the verge of losing my pride and dignity.

"Apologize to her! Apologize to her do you understand?! Apologize to my wife!" Shivaay grabbing the figure's hair tightly throwing him on my feet as I stumbled back yelping slightly as I wrapped my dupatta around me carefully trying to cover my dignity.

"P-please f-forgive m-me...p-please...p-please...I-I a-am s-sorry..." The brute who dared to long me beginning to apologize repetitively as he folded his hands to me while I stood still unable to comprehend any of his lines finding my mind entering a complete empty realm where many questions were beginning to arise.

Suddenly, he began slap the stranger more aggressively inciting loud screams from him as a pool of blood began to erupt from him. My body beginning to tremble as I felt tears drying on my cheeks with wind beginning to hit me letting my hair blow against my eyes trying to cover my vision from seeing the brutal barbarian.

My heart continuing to fall beginning to gather its love that it had begun to scatter down into my soul that was begging me to give myself...submit myself...sacrifice myself to my love. He continued to beat him brutally stomping his feet on his chest before raising his gun up in the air. His hand pulling back on the trigger ready to fire it.

His blue hues meeting mine as I felt a sudden silence drop between us. Each and every memory of ours' beginning to run between the both of us while we attempted to pull each other from where we stood wanting to take hold of each other, but failing. His eyes still holding love, but now becoming drenched with the thirst of a barbaric creature which only sung the chants of death.

Then he began to drum death loudly. Rounds began to fire up in the air letting bullets break apart as his heard of guards emerged behind him immediately running and surrounding the both of us while we stood still looking into each other's eyes.

He continued to pull on the trigger letting rounds fire while the brute, who dared to touch my honor, continued to scream beneath his feet begging him to not turn the gun on him and carry him over to death.

Shivaay holding a still expression continuing to hold my gaze repeating the round of fire as his guards pointed their guns on the brute. My hand latching on to my chest right where my heart was as I wrapped the other around my womb wanting to protect the two innocent ones from seeing their father like this...from seeing their father commit sin without any trace of regret.

Tears beginning to leap down my cheeks as wails began to erupt from me letting my back collapse against the tent. His lips pursed together as he turned his blood bathed eyes towards the brute beneath him taking a hold of his jaw tightly forcing him to look into the thirsting beast.

"Who are you?! Who are you sick bastard! Tell me! What brought you here or who sent you here?! Tell me now! Tell me who your boss is and why he dared to cross his lanes with me?!" He roared before spitting on the brute's face as he began to pool more lards of blood on his mouth.

"H-He...s-sent m-me h-here...b-because h-he w-wants w-what h-he h-has b-been o-ordering you to g-give him...s-so he s-sent me h-here to s-send a w-warning and g-get her..." The brute's voice beginning to shake as Shivaay's eyes shot up immediately with drapes of a manic shadow dancing in his eyes raging and ravishing on the fact how someone had dared to threaten him.

He suddenly threw the man up in the air before slamming him across the lawn. The guards immediately taking hold of the brute beginning to tie him as he struggled to escape. Shivaay standing still with the gun still held in his hand as he dragged down his chin nonchalantly appearing to think deeply of the one who dared to attack.

Someone came to take me?...But why?...What have I done? The thought threatening to enter me, but becoming overpowered more by what I was seeing in front.

I stood in silence observing each and every move of his as he let the gun glide against his chest not shaking once, but loosely playing with it. He held that object as if it is something he used on an everyday basis...as if it is a weapon that he did not use to protect himself, but part of his identity.

My body continuing to shake violently as I began to ponder over what I had just seen...how he had gone into a pure moment of insanity completely losing himself to his caged demons, but most importantly unveiling a part of him that I have never seen before. Never.

Suddenly, a rough touch brushing against my shoulder pulling me up as I let my tears slide down revealing it to the very beast who had dared to conceal this mask for years. His fingers taking a grasp of my cheeks while I continued to tremble slightly flinching as I looked into his eyes that screamed a thirst for blood.

"Anika are you okay? Baby don't you dare to fear. I am right here and until I am here, I will protect you and keep you safe no matter what. Tell me did he touch you in any inappropriate manner? Tell me did he hurt you?" His voice dropping many notes down to a sudden low volume forcing himself to soften for me despite his eyes telling that he still was carrying a sinister presence within him.

"Y-you h-have a-a g-gun?...Y-you are c-carrying a gun with you? W-what are y-you doing? W-what is a-all of this?" My voice breaking in a bare whisper as I felt tears trail down my heart continuing to look into his eyes that stood still not once wavering, but only embracing a venom that he was drinking fully intoxicating himself into a furying grime creature.

Silence hitting him as he lowered his gaze at the gun which he now held in his pocket appearing to embrace it as part of his identity...part of a mask he always wore. His eyes meeting mine as he took a deep breath before tilting his head slightly now completely losing himself as he gritted his teeth tightly.

"Anika just go the hell inside. I do not owe any answers to you. You are my wife, so stay in your place and do not try to cross your boundary..." He hissed suddenly changing himself once again completely now shading himself with red as he slightly trembled trying to hold on his boiling temper that I had incited with my questions.

A critter of anger wrangling on to me as I began to feel my heart beating quickly with fear also unraveling itself within me staring at that gun realizing it is a weapon that he had dared to use in front of me...a weapon that can bring death and which he used without shame to threaten that brute.

My hand continuing to shake as I began to feel a sense of suffocation grabbing on to me while I began to breathe deeply feeling an anxious being taking a tight hold of me diving me into layers of wild thoughts that now were running within me.

"S-Shivaay....p-please...t-tell me...w-what is a-all of t-this? W-who a-are you? A-are you i-indulging in s-something w-wrong? T-tell me!" My hands taking a firm grasp of collar as he stood still beginning to chew on his anger letting a demon now command him. His fingers suddenly digging into my shoulders making me yelp slightly as he pulled me against his chest.

"You will not dare to tell anyone what you have seen here. You will go inside and not speak a word. Forget what you saw...forget every bit of it. Be the bride you are and obey and fulfill the duties you have as my wife..." He spoke with a rough, chiding tone as I looked into his eyes feeling a chill of fear run down my spine while thunder began to rumble and rain began to fall down on the both of us.

Wind blowing against his clenched, malignant spirits he now was fully enveloping beginning to see me only as an object he had claimed. Tears lavishing my cheeks as I attempted to hunt for my love in his eyes, but failing only to see it veiled with a lustful being that preyed on other's bodies.

Clasping my fingers against my lips, I continued to wail as he let his hands slide down my shoulders before he took a step away clearing my path wanting me to walk away from his dirty lane. My dupatta sliding down my shoulders finding that the man who dared to give me honor in form of it...himself is not honorable. My heart beginning to wrench itself with spiteful curses wanting to consume itself to death unable to believe that it dared to weave hopes...prayers...and love for a man that may not be even be worthy of being called human.

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Dragging my feet, I led myself towards the entrance of the tent finding the dirt beneath my feet soaking them taunting me how I unknowingly, love lorned, given myself to man who may have blood on his hands. Tears continuing to hold me as I began to take shallow breaths feeling my heart tighten itself while I wrapped my hand around my womb beginning to worry for them...about their lives...

What have I done? What am I going to do now? I cannot walk away...I cannot leave Shivaay...No I cannot. I cannot not only because I do not want to deprive my children from love of their father's, but because I am now falling in love with that very man who...who is a haiwaan.

Maybe I am wrong...Maybe I am thinking wrong. Maybe he is not what I am thinking...I do not know. I am not sure what I have just seen. Nothing is making sense to me. None of it. How could I miss such part of him? Where did I not see such?

Suddenly screams began to erupt around me as I made my way into the tent seeing another chaotic sight that was now embracing happiness and slowly killing it. Pure havoc breaking out as I began to run towards the group of figures that lunged towards each other in anger right on the dance floor.

"How dare you even think of saying such a brutal thought?! What kind of being are you to even dare to carry this belief?!" Nani yelling filling herself with pure rage as she began to lunge forward before my mother held her tightly.

Daadi throwing a grumble as she wandered her eyes around seeing a group of guests gathering around them. A sense of anger wrapping itself within her unable to bear the embarrassment she a facing.

"What wrong have I said? This is only a puja that I want Anika to participate in. There is nothing wrong taking part in prayers," Daadi appearing to argue with her voice slightly faltering as Nani spat in her direction barely missing her.

Daadi's mouth widening appearing stunned by the move Nani had made as she suddenly began to jump towards her only for Pinky aunty to take a hold of her.

"Acha sirf puja? Huh? You should be ashamed of yourself for the type of puja you are trying to force Anika into!" Nani taking a step forward towards Daadi as my mother tried to pull her away trying to stop the argument.

Slowly making my way through the crowd, I led myself to them trying to capture the root of the situation feeling my mind drawing many circles in the air. Utter confusion taking hold of me, still finding some bits of fear lingering from what happened outside.

Letting my dupatta drag down, I trailed it behind me while taking a step towards Nani taking hold of her arm trying to assist my mother in keeping her away from Daadi. Nani's hand taking a hold of my cheek as she began to take deep breaths.

"Anika beta, where have you gotten yourself entrapped? I cannot believe this would happen to you...my ladli bano trapped within these family of rakshasa," Nani spitting bitterly as I saw her mind appearing to drift into a fantasy like always with her personality changing once again liase it always did.

Daadi and Pinky aunty letting their eyes turn towards me as I found them holding a sense of command wanting me to turn myself away from my family and take their side. They appeared to refute Nani's claim as they pursued their lips together looking at my grandmother with disgust.

"Anika we have said nothing wrong at all. There is absolutely nothing wrong in wanting you to take part in a puja before the marriage...a puja that will be for Shivaay's better future. Now you do love our grandson and for your husband the least you can do is take part in this puja right?" Daadi appearing to hold a string of manipulation seen in her eyes that held no depth, but a shallow tie of pure greed.

Biting on my lip, I attempted to think about her request for a puja while continuing to look towards my Nani and rest of my family who all appeared to embrace a sense of anger from mild to high indicating that this puja is not a normal puja that Daadi is pretaining it to me.

Nani taking a deep breath as Nana walked towards me slightly stumbling still drunk, but somewhat in his senses. He held his ground tall and proud before looking towards the Oberoi family. "I cannot believe that such low and sick mentality still exists. So, you all mean to say that you will only give my granddaughter value and dignity in your family if she bears a boy to be Shivaay's heir?"

Nana's statement arising a sudden onset of cramps within my womb as I felt my heart drop its cord into the twins who began to tremble finding a threat. A silent shock taking a grasp of me while my inner being was still struggling to come in terms with Shivaay's truth, but now only finding itself grappling a brutal syringe of poison being inserted into my womb threatening the lives of the two I held.

"So what if we want Anika to take part in the puja to ensure that the first child she gives birth to is a boy?! So what if we want a boy?! A boy is one who truly carries the father's name not a girl! Our Shivaay has lost his senses by claiming to only wanting a daughter, but that is alright...we will awaken him from it and make him realize how important it is to have a son!" Daadi screaming a cruel, brutal desire that was full of muck a completely product of society's ugliness.

"Yes, my Shivaay deserves an heir in form of a son and there is nothing wrong in having this desire! We want his first born to be a boy who can carry on his lineage...his name...and will be able to replace him as head of his business. Only a boy can do such not girls! Girls only are born, so they can go on to their in-laws home and bring success to their home not their parents. Girls are only a burden that parents unfortunately are given due to fate and probably ill luck and karma. Boys on the other hand are blessed to those who truly are kind people and people of prayers. If your Anika participates in this puja then it will forever seal her fate of conceiving a son...Your Anika will face honor, respect, and value in our family as our daughter-in-law since she will bear a son for our oldest son. Our oldest son must have his first heir to be a boy since this boy will lead the majority of our business," Pinky aunty continuing to spew chants in favor of having a boy over a girl not once wavering and stopping to think that she too is a woman....that she too is someone's daughter....that she has not right to curse this gender because she herself belongs to it.

Gauri's words beginning to play in my mind reminding me how she was forced to abort a girl because Shivaay's family was not accepting of her. Tears taking hold of me as I began to shake my head completely disagreeing with the two women in front of me who embrace such grimed ideology.

My Chaaya is Shivaay's first born...his heir. Our first child was a girl and to hear his family denounce girls in such a manner is absolutely disgusting. His family is truly immoral...lost from their path...full of sin. They are people who are borne from a social fabric of inequality and these people will do everything to propagate inequality in order to maintain their power in society.

No I will not support them in this matter. Never. This is absolutely wrong and I will not allow them to chant this ideology in such manner.

Dragging my dupatta against the floor, I slowly took a step towards Pinky aunty and Daadi with a critter of anger pumping its way out of my womb and into my inner being forcing it for once to break out of its shell and dare to rip a social fabric out that others have been draping.

"B-boy? W-what are you s-saying? H-how can y-you believe i-in such a s-sexist ideology? How can you even dare to h-hold such a belief that discriminates between boys and girls?! How?! Only God is the one who decides such and as his servants, we must accept his gift in either form because to carry a life...to give a birth to a new life...is a blessing that only some women get!...Only some!...A-After y-years o-of...b-being c-called a b-barren...y-years of p-praying to h-have a child....I-I have g-gotten t-this g-gift...and I-I will t-thank God e-every d-day till m-my l-last breath for g-giving m-me t-the r-right to give birth...f-for g-giving m-me my c-children!...I-I c-cannot believe t-that being women yourselves, you a-are cursing a g-girl c-child...H-how can y-you even d-dare to t-treasure s-such a filthy, sick belief! How?!" Screams carrying forth from my womb as my love for the twins suddenly took over me consuming me completely and forcing me to once challenge others who are daring to wrong me once again.

Tears ripping out of me as I clasped my hands against my eyes not wanting to even look at anyone considering how everyone is being a witness to the injustice being done to me, but not daring to take my side except my grandparents. Attempting to take my breaths which began to skip, I let my fingers latch on to the twins trying to protect them from the cruel beings who dared to lay their selfish greed over it.

Complete silence swifting its way around me as guests held subtle whispers finding themselves satisfied by the entertainment being provided at my own stake.

Suddenly, loud footsteps began to make their way behind me as I stood in silence carrying my tears finding my womb lifting itself up sensing the presence of the very being who had rooted his blood into it. Taking a slow turn, I lifted my eyes up only to see the demon himself stomping his feet against the ground with his minuscule men following him as servants have surrendered themselves completely to their leader.

His blue hues consumed with a red venom having embraced his true form...one that embraced only a shaitan's soul...which he always has had, but masked it with brilliance. Rage still consuming him flushing vivid red on his body that continued to tremble begging for its release. His presence bringing an uncanny malefic being with him arousing complete blackout amongst each and every person who suddenly became still aware that he is not himself at the moment, but embraced a different, vengeful phantom.

He began to close his distance between him and I finding himself captivated by the tears I held in my eyes wanting to figure their origins. Hitting a sudden stop, he slammed his feet against the ground raising his head up with his preying eyes skimming across the guests who continued to hold some whispers wanting to indulge in a pleasured conversation about the chaos that just took place.

Slamming his hands together loudly, he raised them up before looking at the guests barely holding his last remnants of restraint. "Thank you for attending my haldi. However, this ceremony ends now and the wedding will proceed itself later in the evening. Please proceed to your homes to rest before returning and joining this auspicious occasion...It is best you allow my family and I some privacy in dealing with certain issues on hand," His voice shaking with anger while he tightened his lips together holding tightly on a leash of anger which was embroiling itself within him.

The guests appearing to obey to his orders as they began to leave continuing to hold their chatter with some laughing and delighting over the peasantry argument that had taken place in front of them.

Continuing to hold my tears, I stood in silence wrapping my dupatta across my womb, but only to have it slip down once again. Lifting my gaze up, I met his eyes only to feel a sudden jolt of fear rumble through me with my heart skipping many beats. His eyes reflecting the clawed creature he had become moments go...how he held a sinful object in his hand ready to command death on any flesh without once giving mercy. A drift of shock running through me as I lowered my eyes seeing that black metal object...that gun...glimpse itself out of the fabric of his kurta where he had placed it.

His eyes continuing to smoke his temper while he made his way towards me as I began to take slow steps back continuing to tremble with sets of anxious fear taking full control of me...rushing through my blood...consuming my thoughts making me run many blurs unable to conceive the fact that the man I love is a criminal of sorts.

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Thank you for reading :)

Part 3 posted after this and now available to be read:)

Anika's Haldi Outfit could be found under "Wedding Promo" section :).

I live in California and my state is suffering from coronavirus cases, so I am currently told to be under lockdown in my home and thus I have certain issues that rise up due to such lockdown which may delay the update, but I will try to update soon by Friday :)

Important Note:

This is a one big mystery. I am not creating new mysteries, but this is the same mystery of why Shivaay left Anika. Shivaay left Anika due to his big past. His past is connected to each and every character in this story. This mystery will be revealed slowly overtime. This is one big mystery.

I had predefined this plot and I cannot change it. This story is not going negative, but is getting new twists and turns to allow for Shivaay's redemption that will help him win Anika's heart in a justified manner. I have bigger plans for this story and for such to happen, I must run the plot and show roadblocks for Shivaay and Anika's relationship to get stronger. This story is not heading to ultra negative, Shivaay's mystery shows a different shade of his, but his relationship with Anika will only get stronger and not weaken. I promise. Shivaay and Anika's character sketch has always been different from the show and that is why this book is different. I am so sorry for disappointing anyone, but please please trust me that I will not worsen Shivika's relationship, but only make it stronger.

This Shivaay's new shade will never harm Anika and instead this new shade will change for the better. This new shade will not harm their wedding and their wedding will still have lots of love. I promise and please trust me :).

Thank you for reading and if you wish to comment then if possible do leave it under this individual part because having divided comments helps me understand on an individual level on how I can improve the update or particular part or what readers thought of it. If possible only because I do know everyone is quite busy, so yes no worries at all.

Sorry if you found this update boring, but I had to split the updates in part and the next has a lot more drama.

Thank you for reading and if you wish then please do vote, comment, and share.

Part 3 is now posted after this and available to be read :)

Ciao!

-Jasmine