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"Shivaay. " Annika nudged him for the nth time. Still, as a response to her, he hummed. Wrapping his arms around her petite figure, cradling her.

"I need to tell you something." Annika started sceptically not knowing how he will react to the truth she needs to reveal. She struggled to get out of his strong, possessive embrace.

"Batao. I'm all ears" Shivaay turned to her and started drawing patterns on her bareback. She whimpered with his cold fingertips coming in contact with her warm skin. The sensation arose.

"I'm serious." She murmured unable to shout due to his sweet pleasure torture. Her mind wanted to speak but her body told something. She arched her neck to him.

But she has got to speak. This can be done later.

She pushed him with her whole capacity and draped her nude body with the sheet which previously covered both of them. Shivaay jerked with her suddenly push but organized himself, and looked at her.

"Annika, yaar I'm similarly like you. Nude." Shivaay groaned before picking his track pants from the farthest corner of the room and pulling it to his waist.

"I will fresh up and come. You can also use the other room to wash okay? I need to speak." Annika fixed her hair into a bun before stepping into the bathroom.

Shivaay snorted in disturbance but acknowledged her. With a scowling mood, he washed his body, bathed and sat reckoning her sudden change in mood. He jerked when he heard the door clicking. He jacked up his head only to see his wife opening the cupboard.

"What to do want to speak Annika? And why are you opening the wardrobe?" He asked eyeing her, as she unlocked the safe and pulled out a file.

"Here" she passed the file. He suspiciously scanned the file before receiving it. The filed looked like it belonged to the industries. Bearing the same logo. Truth be told he was scared to death. Why would she use this type of file? What is in there? Numerous thoughts filled up his head.

He read the reports very casually, amusing Annika. She slumped down to the bed and started biting her nails anticipating his reaction. She noticed, his body had stiffness as he read further. His eyes never moved away from the words.

"Then?" She identified that his voice was unusually hoarse and not like his normal one.

"Next page." She guided him in turning the pages. His eyes were fixed on the bold underlined fonts. He looked at her for answers, he widened his eyes as she lowered her eyes.

"I had asked you a million times. Didn't I? Yet you covered up. Didn't I have the right to know as a father? How can you take this step without my opinion?" He tossed the file into the ground with much force. Annika shuttered with his high raised voice but comforted herself to face him.

"How long?" He simply asked glancing at her shivering body.

"I... I... Sorry, Shivaay. I can explain." Annika slowly with her tiny step walked to reach him. He held his fingers balled up, controlling his bubbling anger and not to yell at her.

"How long?" He repeated himself. Annika shuddered again with his cold tone.

"About 10 weeks. I went for the surgical procedure as I passed 7 weeks. It was recommended for termination within 3rd month for the safest way." Annika softly mumbled.

"Why did you lie to me when I asked? You could notify me? You could have trusted me? I wasn't so bad. It hurts badly." Shivaay walked to the nightstand and brought a glass of water to her, unable to see her trembling hands and shaking voice. Was he so horrible? That she couldn't answer him.