A Forbidden Kiss to Heal [ Anikara / Aniom ]

A Forbidden Kiss To Heal

| They say, 'A moment in love is equal to a hundred of lifetimes.'
But,
is it enough to forget the bitter licit relationship? |

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'Get out!!!!', a raged Shivaay held the upper arm of a bitterly crying Anika, and threw her out of their bedroom.. Scratch that, his bedroom.

'Shivaay', Anika tried to put some reason through the thick skull of the angry beast, but he was too blinded in loathe to notice his nails painfully digging in her soft skin peeking through the slit of her sleeve. The moment he jerked her away from him, she couldn't help herself from darting towards a table and hit it with all the gravitational pull her head could get affected of.

It produced a loud bang along with the door of Shivaay's bedroom, which was slammed shut behind her, making her flinch.

'You bloody money hungry gold digger', Shivaay barked behind the door, venom dripping from his every utterance, 'Your actual place is the footpath outside of the Oberoi Mansion!! So, be thankful that you are allowed inside and be in your limits!!'

He kicked the door angrily, making it rattle. But Anika knew, the kick was meant to land upon her and she flinched again while imagining its intensity.

She wiped her incessant tears to clear her sight. Promiscuous cold wind howled past her, like an insatiate spirit, crying for justice. She hugged herself to save her exposed skin from the chill and chap, as a deafening thunder struck the sky. Its intense roar scared the dark purple clouds to tears. Shocked by the dreadful cracking sound, she scooted towards the wall of the dark passage more, plastering herself to it.

But another lightening made her jump on her feet when she was trying to get up from the floor and to stop the world from spinning around her head. Within a quick flash she could find a very expensive all white statue scattered on the shining marble floor.

She gulped. It was one of the many statues made by her first brother in-law Omkara, the second brother after Shivaay. She only saw him standing submissively beside Shivaay during the various rituals of his pre-wedding. He seemed more intimidating than Shivaay to her. He talked less, smiled less and had a I don't give it a damn attitude. But she feared him more when she saw him glaring and baulking to his father, over his infidelity towards his mother. She kept her path far away from him since Shivaay married her forcefully.

Now, cold sweat ran down her forehead just by imagining how much angry he would be if he found out about the sad fate of his statue. Yet, she had no way but to confess her actions to him. May be it would anger him less if she herself told the matter than using the servants to vent the news out.

Continuous drops of blood, detaching themselves from her forehead, gathered on the floor making a blotch of blackish red, but she ignored the pounding ache numbing her head and collected the broken pieces of the statue upon a tray.

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Omkara was reading a book lighting the topic, How did the intermingling of masonry and sculpting of Indian and Greek civilizations benefitted them both. But, a light click on the door of his bedroom made him snap out of the prehistoric la la land of Maurya and Gupta Period.