Calm, shy, timid but hardworking housewife Anika was leading the perfect life till he enters. His entry paved a new journey for her- a road of excitement which she had left long ago. Little did she know of the mess, she is stepping into.
Anika loved Sunday mornings. She would make her best dishes and eat together with everyone. Nikhil and Priyanka would lend her a helping hand in all the chpres. After lunch, she and Nikhil saw a movie together. She was happily in bliss with her family while Shivaay was waiting for her, waiting till he gave up, disheartened.
Anika and Nikhil went to the fair in the evening, had food from the stalls, did shopping and rode the rides together. After coming out from the fair, she hugged Nikhil and said, "I have a gift for you."
"What is it?" he asked pulling her checks.
"I will drive", Anika replied and pecked on his lips.
Anika drove to the parlour. "I don't want a facial", Nikhil complained like a child.
"I won't be giving you any facial also. What if girls start pestering my husband?" she says possessively.
"I am only your man", Nikhil smiles and holds her hand.
The two get a body massage and then buy a milkshakes, driving home.
"We have reached", Nikhil says to wake up a half-asleep Anika.
"I want to sleep. Just 5 minutes more."
"Don't be a lazy-bum. Come on" he commands.
"Can you carry me?" she says with her puppy eyes.
Her eyes never fail to convince Nikhil. He carries her on her back and walks upstairs.
On the other hand, Shivaay was seeing Nikhil and Anika from his window. Dark memories filled up his head.
Nikhil and Anika had reached home. Priyanka loved their cute romance. Seeing her bhabhi sleeping, she goes up to Pinki and requests to eat resturant food. Pinki finally agrees and asks Nikhil to order some food.
Seeing his sister's love for his wife, he gives her a chocolate and says, "Always having your bhabhi's back, huh?"
Priyanka giggles. Meanwhile Anika had waken up, she was relieved to hear she did not have to cook. Anika goes down to take the food packets.
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While she was about to ring the bell of her house, Shivaay dragged her inside and closed the door with a bang. He corned her on the wall and with the drumstick, he moved aside the hair strands that were coming on her face.
The window was open, cold wind was coming in, sending chilling spines down Anika's body. The light was low, she was too afraid to react. Shivaay traced the drumstick from the side of her face till her collar. Anika tried to move out but she was blocked by his figure.
"What do you want? Have you gone nuts?" she shooted.
"Isn't this what you want?" he smirked moving his face closer to her.
"No", she said moving her head away, "Are you high or what?"
He moved back and laughed. "I know women like you very well. You want to make me your boytoy right?"
For a second, Anika was speechless and the next moment, she slapped him hard across his face. The corner of his lip bled. The two were furious with rage and disgust.
"How could you think so low?" she asked furiously.
Shivaay grabbed her shoulder and pinned her on the wall once again. His eyes were full of hate and so were Anika's eyes full of anger. Both of them were shooting daggers with their eyes.
"Then why were you pestering me? Don't you have a husband? Why do you women get disloyal to your husband for some petty entertainment?" he shouted, saying the last line with more stress.
Anika's bottom line had been crossed. She was a person who hated disloyalty. He dared to question her character just because she wanted to be friends with him.
She grabbed his neck, overpowering him and pushed him towards the wall instead and chocked him, "I can pester you only in your dreams."
