Anika had felt like dying. Looking at Shivaay calling Tia as his wife in front of media had broken her heart into more than a million pieces. But she did not show it on her face. She should have known that this would happen. After all, Shivaay did keep on saying that he did not believe in their marriage. For him, Tia was his true wife. She, Anika, was just a substitute.
No more though. Anika had finally decided. If Shitia wanted to play, then even she was ready. Now she would show them exactly what this roadside crap was capable of. Starting now.
He had expected her to cry or at least show sorrow. But her face was as rigid as a stone. As if a craftsman had carved her from marble. Exuding beauty and sensuality.
Fhat the Wuck. No way was he going to think about her. Tia was his wife. Anika was just a substitute. Just a…
He was unable to understand why he felt a pain in his chest, near his heart, every time he said that.
“Tia is my wife. Tia is my wife.” He repeated again and again, hoping that it would help him ease the pain.
It kept getting worse instead.
fan fiction December 9, 2016