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Opposite Humans Attract

"Shivaay, please participate na!" I tugged his tshirt. Shivaay glanced at me, it was for a short time but clearly showed his annoyance. "Stop it Anika!" "Come on Shivaay please!"
Shivaay turned and grabbed my shoulders," Anika, I don't want to compete against you."

"Shivaay, you win or I win it's the same thing na? And it is a prize of 20 lakhs! If both of us participate in this, then out of 10 participants, we will have a 20% chance of winning! Please?" Shivaay sighed and then shook his head.

I pouted sadly. Suddenly, an idea struck me. "Ouch! Shivaay!" I screamed. Shivaay immediately turned to my side and started to look for the place where I got hurt, like a maniac. "What happened? Where did you get hurt?" I tried not to laugh and pointed towards my heart. "Here." Shivaay smiled slightly and then regained his composure. "Anika..."
But I cut him off," Shivaay, if you don't participate na then... then I'll.." Shivaay waited for her response and chuckled," Then?"

I grabbed my water bottle and said," Then I'll pour this entire water on you!" Shivaay flinched. He knew that Anika wasn't joking when with water. So he grinned nervously, his eyes still on the open water bottle," Uh, uh Paanika... I mean, Anika... you became serious! Uh, of course.. of course, I'll.. I'll participate... sure..." I smiled victoriously and placed the water bottle back on the table.

I was so happy when he said that. I mean, both of us were from a middle-class family so that didn't create any misunderstandings between us. But I was sure that even if one of us were rich, we would never have any problems between. I guess, God just had to prove me wrong.

The day of the competition arrived in a blink of an eye. I didn't do well, I knew it. But Shivaay had written a good story and I was very confident that he would win. The day of the results came as well. It was the worst day of my life.

"Ok, settle down, settle down all of you! Now, we have the results. There is only one winner who has taken the reward of 20 lakhs. And that is...
SHIVAAY."

Shivaay looked up. He obviously hadn't expected that he would be the winner. I looked at him, tears brimming in my eyes and congratulated him. He smiled at me, a shaky one, and walked up to the stage to receive his prize.
After that, my life changed.

Shivaay was invited to a party that very night. Both of us also had to celebrate the victory, so he promised me that he would be back soon.

I waited for him until 1am. When he did finally come back, he was clearly sleepy. I didn't want to disturb him so I told him to go to sleep and that we would celebrate it the next day. The following days passed on like this. But I and Shivaay were not alone for even a minute.
Sometimes, he had to go for a party, sometimes girls disturbed us to talk to Shivaay. He was popular, very popular. I knew that it would be like this, so I didn't let this affect me. I was happy that even if Shivaay was rich, when we were finally alone, he would be like my old Shivaay. Friendly, bubbly, sarcastic.

But not rude, arrogant and a complete tadibaaz. That was not in my mind when he came to me that evening. I still remember that rainy day when I had forgotten to bring my umbrella. He offered me his, and we were going back home from college when he told me. "Anika... I wanted to tell you something... this, this thing isn't exactly working out..." I looked at him.

His face was plain, something which I never got to see. His tone was indifferent. He sighed and I braced myself for it to come. I stopped him, and looked into his eyes. "Tell me Billu Ji." His eyes suddenly turned red and he became angry. "I have told you so many times NOT TO CALL ME BILLU JI! I staggered a few steps backward. I had not expected this.

"You know what Anika? You are on irresponsible, rude weak young lady! I have told you several times not to call me that but you don't listen! Before, I never minded it. Now, I will. Anika, you're not made for me. You are not my kind. You are a middle-class girl! Poor! Disgusting! How did you ever think that I will accept you? You?!"

Tears were flowing down my cheeks by now. I tried not to cry but in vain. "Shi... Shivaay..."
"No! Don't even let my name come on your horrible tongue! Just shut up! Ok?" I nodded my head. I didn't know what to say. I never knew that Shivaay had all this about me in his head. I prayed to god that whatever Shivaay wants to say about me, don't stop him. I want to know what he thinks about me. Please God.

Maybe, God was very eager to let all the secrets out.

Because the next moment, Shivaay said,"Anika,
I want to break up with you."

I looked at him. Again, that face. He wasn't even looking at me. Suddenly, he started to back away from me with the umbrella. Rain started hitting my face. I was Glad. The rain prevented anyone from seeing my tears. I was totally drenched until now as I started walking. I didn't go home. But instead I walked to a cliff.

I don't hate him. I thought. He was the best thing which ever happened to my life. And he will always be.

May you be richer than me.
But I love you like I did.

I love you Shivaay.
I always did.

And I jumped off the cliff.
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So that was the story of Anika Rathore, the Daughter of the 2nd best businessman in India. Who never wanted any one to know her real name. Not even Shivaay.