Just after Shivaay left, she called someone.
Anika : Hello come home by 7pm. I will send you the address. Just make sure that you reach here before Shivaay comes okay.
Person: okay
Anika kept the phone.
Anika (to herself): ohh God I just can't wait to meet him.
IN SHIVAAY'S OFFICE
Shivaay was working in a happy spirit. He was no more that rude SSO. He had totally changed. He was a co-worker for his employees rather than being a boss. He used to keep a happy atmosphere in the office so that the environment of the office gets work friendly. He also succeeded.
Just within few days of him being the boss, everyone started loving him.
IN the office Shivaay would only work. But that day he was much more happy and smiled all the time. The night before's memories.
He remembers how Anika looked gorgeous that night. How was their first kiss. How she showed her bold yet innocent side. How they spent time on the bed loving each other. How he entered her and everything else.
A small smile just appeared in his face. But one scene made the smile to disappear is the lone tear flowing from her eyes. On the same time he got flashes of how Anika has done everything just to show herself selfish in front of him just because of his so called mother. He gets the flashes of those painful eyes of her.
He gets terrified thinking what would have happened if she had leave him.
What about the SUKOON that he gets with her ? Why about the love they both have for each other ?Shivaay (to himself ) : From now onwards you will never cry. I promise.
AT ANIKA'S HOME
She is doing some arrangements. She is preparing dinner today. She reminds how for the first time she did paneer butter masala and that was a disaster. She remembered all the time when Shivaay used to make food and feed her.Tears escapes from her eyes.
Anika (to herself): I really can't live without you Shivaay. I don't know how I could have been living without you ?Shivaay /Anika: I love you
YOU ARE READING
SUKOON..................SHIVIKA IN EACH OTHER'S ARM
FanfictionSS . Shivika consummation of my style.