Anika was sitting at the edge of swimming pool. Her legs were dangling lazily and her foot was dipped in cool water. She was smiling remembering all the moments she spent with her Bagad Billa.

It was 2 AM.

She had lost the habit of writing diary but today she felt to write it again so she took the diary and sat down near the edge of swimming pool, to pen down her thoughts.

She had the thick-binding covered book on her lap and a pen in her hand.

She was penning down something and it looks like she was feeling relaxed with each passing moments.

The pen she held in her delicate dainty hands were cascading her deep hidden feelings into words that weave into each other to speak her life story.

This diary was her only friend in her rough days. The only friend which never complained, make her feel at ease and make her heart relaxed from the world.

I don't like to take anyone's help. I'm not the one of those girls who likes to be the damsel in distress waiting for their prince charming to come ridding a white horse and rescue them. From childhood, I've been on my own. I study on my own, cooked for myself and done everything on my own. It's too much difficult to lean on anyone for support. I hate it.

My parents died when I was 6 years old. I was separated from my chutki because of our evil relatives. I was left in an orphanage to grow up. The owner Kaali was a huge drunkard and never gives us proper amount of food. And he used to lock all of us in a dark room and beat us. He made us do work for him. I was living in that hell named orphange for long eight years.

Then Sahil's parents Durga and Raghav Mathur adopted me into their family. They gave me the love that I always craved for. I got a brother named Sahil, who is now the reason of my smile and living today and parents in the flesh of Durga aunty and Raghav uncle. But our happiness didn't stay for long. After 3 years of adopting me, they died in a road accident.

Then trouble came in life with the face of Sundari Bua who made my life hell. I was pulled out of my college and I worked hard, day and night doing random jobs in hotels as waitress and cleaning utensils. She made me work day and night. I had decided to stay quite for the sake of my beloved brother Sahil and his deceased parents.

Life goes on...

We moved on and were living happily my life. I had been into catering business and working for 2 companies. Life has became more easier than before. I earn enough money to keep me and Sahil away from being starved.

I had made few friends in my life. One of them was Priyanka Singh Oberoi, my best friend.She gave me a contract of catering for Maha aarti for Oberois, a major transition in my life.

That's the day when I met the Kanje eyed Bagad Billa SSO AKA Shivaay Singh Oberoi, my rival at that time and now my beloved husband and the love of my life.

We clashed at each other on our first meeting. I broke the windshield of his car and threw back the money at this face which he threw at my face.

Then we meet each other more as his Grandmother liked my work and hired me as his wedding planner.

After that our meetings grew more frequent and we meet each other more. Clashing of titans grew intense. With the phase of time, we became great friends and grew more close till the entry of Daksh in our life. Distance between us grew more and we fought more intensely.

Daksh proposed me. I accepted after two times denial. Shivaay was angry on me for Daksh's perfectly webbed lies tangled his judgement in the clutches of the well knitted web of lying spiders. But that too failed because Shivaay got to know his truth in nick of time.

Tia and kapoors tried to separate us but they can't separate us. Our relation based on trust won over all the challanges they threw at us.

Then Kamini and Ranveer came into our lives. With them Farzi Shivaay came and tried to take Shivaay's place.But he can't take his place, whenever he came near I got a michmichi feeling. Atlast my suspicion own. But nothing could separate me from my Shivaay, I found him.

The Faarzi got caught but he ran away.

Then I saw Shivaay was getting shot by Kamini aunty. I lost my senses. I felt a strange force making me run on my own. I took the bullet and I was glad that I saved Shivaay. After seeing Shivaay being safe, I closed my eyes happily.

He is a girgit. He has many different shades of himself . From Stone Singh Oberoi to Sweet Singh Oberoi, I have had seen many shades of him. He is just like the bittersweet chocolate. Shows too much bitterness but is just too much sweet inside.

I opened my eyes later to find myself in the bed. Shivaay took care of me like no one had before taken care. He doesn't allow me to do any work on my own. He applied sindoor in between my hairline as I cannot make my hand reach there without tasting the pain of a broken hand. He feed me tonight with his own hands. He always make sure that I'm always taken care of. He pampers me like a princess. I think I don't deserve it.

I can see love in his eyes but I know that he cannot love me after knowing that I'm an orphan. I have no money, identity or family.

I'm just an orphan girl living in this cruel world, fighting with this world to survive along with my brother.

God has snatched everything from me...but I can't let Shivaay being taken away from me.

He's my life now...I can't leave without him....I l..lo...

Her hands trembled while writing them. Fresh crystal tear drops fell from her eyes drenching the paper . She let her tears out. Her heart grew lighter with each fall of the tear drop.

She feel relaxed now.

Closing the diary with a smile, she went to her side of bed and went into the arms of deep slumber.