Shivika: Journey Till Our Hearts

|| 43. The Sun to your Moon||

"Shivaay" Annika whined as she entered their room. Yes, it was their room now as she shifted to Shivaay's room immediately after their confession. It had been two weeks to that and she was enjoying it. Well, choosing where to live had been a tussle in itself. Shivaay wanted Annika to shift in his room while she was hell bent on why always the woman had to adjust and hence they had gotten into their regular argument over it. Finally, they had to resort to the only peaceful way. The toss.

Shivaay won and Annika had huffed her way into moving her things into his room. But had let her irritation go when she saw how happy Shivaay was as he held her close in his arms at night while sleeping. She had pulled his bearded cheeks as he slept and he had smiled subconsciously.

"Anni, I am here" She heard him presently from the kitchen and she made her way there.

"Shivaay, what are you doing here?"

"You like vanilla milkshake after a tiring day na. Just making that" He said giving her the glass and a surprise peck on the cheek. "Come let's go" He dragged a flustered Annika out.

As they settled on the chair in the living room balcony, with Annika in Shivaay's lap, he asked, "Why were you shouting my name? "

"Woh, see this" She showed him her bare left hand with a pout of her face. Seeing that, Shivaay couldn't help but chuckle.

"Stop laughing Shivaay"

"But Anni, you look really cute with that pout and I don't know what do you aim on showing me"

"Arre, look at my hand" She shoved it in front of him to look closely.

"Ha, bahot khubsurat hai" He entwined his fingers with hers and took it up near his lips and kissed it.

"Shivaay, you are such a big cheapda" She released her hand and hit him on his head.

"Hey, don't hit me" He complained as he straightened his hair. "And kitni baar bola hai, no touching my hair"

"Hahha, so touchy on touching of hair" She teased him while he frowned.

"Not funny"

"I found it funny. By the way, for your reference, I wasn't showing you my hand for you to be a cheapda and kiss it, but for something else"

"Pray tell woman, what is it?" Shivaay wound his hands around her waist to secure her from falling.

"My chaand bracelet, Shivaay" She waved her hand in front of him dramatically.

"Oh yeah" He finally realized. "Where is it?"

"It broke off. Today an employee of mine accidentally pushed me and my hand hit the table. My bracelet got stuck in the corner, which I didn't realize. As I turned to go, because of getting clung, it broke off. Ab mein kya karu? You know how special the bracelet is to me na" She pushed her lower lip forward and looked at Shivaay emotionally.

"Ha toh. Hum ussey theek karwa lenge" He pushed her fringes aside that were falling on her forehead.

"Really?" She asked, with glittering eyes.

"Yes, of course. Show me the bracelet" She nodded and brought it out from her pant pocket.

He left one hand from her waist and examined it. "Anni, this doesn't need a jeweler" He said and got to work. She got off from his lap for him to work properly. Within minutes, he gave her the bracelet back, now completely like before.

Taking it, she squealed and danced around between which, she quickly gave her husband a peck on his cheek.

Shivaay smiled genuinely seeing her child like excitement. Holding her hand while she jumped, he stopped her.