Shivika | A Collection Of Alternate Takes

Because It Felt Right

Episode- 11th July 2018.

Background:- Shivaay witnesses Anika & Nikhil's meeting for being arranged to be married. 

"I wanted talk to you! " words tumbled from his mouth as he saw her seated so close to him. He did not know what the feeling was. The one that consumed his heart. He did not know why his muscles froze or why is breath dragged. 

She got up at once. What was it in his eyes? Why was she so concerned, about whatever it was? Why was she trying to figure out the emotion behind those blue blazing eyes?

"I will be back." She said to the others, moving towards him.

Giving a last glance around, he looked at her and then walked out. 

"I did it because I felt it was right. " she explained.

"If there was Gauri instead of Priyanka, I would have done the same. It's better to break a heart than shatter the entire world with the heart." She added.

"Not everything that feels right must be done." He said, looking into her eyes. They were pulling him. They wanted him to be still close. 

His words made shiver run down her spine. He was meaning much more than he was saying. The way he looked at her. No one had ever. The way his eyes screamed to her none had ever. 

Their conversation was interrupted by Nikhil. "Hey Anima, you are going to be Mrs. Nikhil Sharma soon. Sixteen days it is." He smiled at her, placing a hand around her shoulder and then looked at him. He smoked formally at him. Quickly whispering a good night to her he left.

His fingers folded into a fist, digesting the little piece of news he had heard. 

"Mr. Oberoi I was just saying ..

" Shivaay!"

She stared at him blankly. What had got into him suddenly. His eyes had changed to a deeper shade of blue. "Mr. Oberoi..." She tried bringing him back from where he was.

"Its Shivaay. My name is Shivaay. You can call me that at least?"

She gulped, looking into him. The atmosphere had grown hotter suddenly. The free air was now under unknown tension.

He stepped closer to her. "Shivaay."

She stared at him. There was something so powerful about him that she could not understand. Something so rare coruscating from his eyes into her soul.

She was not willing to say that name. She felt something very strong and unaccountable would happen if she slipped that name from her lips. She was scared for her ownself. Those eyes were predators, running to claim her soul.

She had never felt so ajar. She had never found herself into such an intimidation. She wanted an escape. There was non but he himself. He was the escape and the predator.