Zindagi Kitni Haseen Hai

Part 32

* I will always be there for you *

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Anika's Pov

"Daksh Khurrana"

The name kept repeating in my head. Every bad thing he had done to me came by flashing in my mind. I held on to Shivaay tightly. He turned his head towards me, his eyes holding concern.

He pulled me into a corner and I hugged him tightly. Shivaay caressed my hair which always seemed to calm me. But this time the fear didn't want to leave.

"You're strong, don't cry, baby", he whispered into my ear.

Once I had myself together, I pulled away from him. Knowing Shivaay, he'd ask me a lot of questions, I grabbed his hand and started walking towards the dance floor.

"Anika, you know..", I didn't let him finish his sentence and placed his hands on my waist.

"I'm fine, I just remembered something but now I'm okay", I told him. Shivaay just nodded.

I knew he didn't buy my excuse so I smiled and placed my hands on his shoulders. We kept swaying to the rhythm of the song.

I put my head on his shoulder. I kept hearing his heart beating fast and it actually made me smile. Shivaay was a gift. Someone I didn't deserve and that's why I was going to cherish him all my life.

"You know, I love it when you make the first move", I heard him say which made me laugh.

"I love it when you blush like a newly wedded bride", I told him and he snorted.

"Shut up", he replied. He was so sensitive sometimes but I found it cute.

After some time, I pulled away and excused myself because I had to go to the bathroom.

My breath started getting heavier and I could feel my vision getting a bit blurry. When I got around the corner, I found someone standing there.

"I thought you were dead from all the beating up I did to you", I heard him and his voice disgusted me.

"F**k off", I clenched my teeths but it didn't affect him.

"Look who's learnt how to speak", he laughed and it made me want to punch him.

"I said leave me alone", I half-yelled at him because I didn't want to create a scene.

"I'm surprised that someone actually married you. Does your husband know how many times I've touched you, everywhere", he emphasized the last part.

And suddenly my body remembered his filthy touch again, which made me want to kill myself. I looked at him who seemed satisfied looking at my situation.

Out of the sudden, I spat at him. He looked at me furiously, I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I kept wiggling.

"This is not over, you w***e", he growled at me and I ran away.

When I entered the hall, I found Shivaay sitting at the counter, talking to the bartender, who looked like she was having an amazing time with him.

I grabbed Shivaay's arm and pulled him towards me. He looked at me confused and before he could've said anything, I kissed him.

His eyes widened, I kept kissing him until I forgot how dirty and wrong Daksh's touch felt on my body. Once I pulled away, tears fell down my eyes.

Shivaay looked worried. He wiped them away with his thumb. But I couldn't stop crying. Shivaay picked me up and started leaving the reception venue.

Back in our room, I changed into some comfortable clothes. Shivaay was already in bed, reading some book.

I entered back and scooped towards his, snuggling into his warm embrace that screamed "home".

"Just remember, I will always be there for you. Whenever you feel like falling apart, come to me and I'll fix whatever is bothering you", he said while his eyes fixed on the book.

"I know", I told him. Shivaay looked at me and put the book away.

"It's totally possible that you still haven't recovered from your trauma. And it's not easy to escape your past. But we can work on it", he suggested while playing with my finger tips.

"How do you do it?", I asked him surprised. Shivaay looked at me with no clue.

"You always know what to say to me or to do to make me feel better", I told him and a small smile formed on his face. He shrugged his shoulder. I closed my eyes and only focused on his heart beat.

"I never know what to say or how to act around you. That's what you do to me, Anika Shivaay Singh Oberoi", he didn't want me to hear that, but I did and I was glad.
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We all need a Shivaay, I guess.

Amna xx