Will you love me back? – By Ninaku. Shot-4

Hai guys. Back again with the next shot. This shot will be an emotional one. An important shot of all the rest. Hope you enjoy the ride. I really hope you do. I just wanna know if im good in writing emotional stuff. Do comment guys ❤ love ??
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Anika’s POV:

“Can i wake up to this everyday” i think to myself. Him sitting beside me with his million dollar smile and waking me up with his dead gorgeous husky voice.

“How was your birthday?” I asked him biting my tongue cause i had dozed off in SHIVAAY’s house. What a brat am i?? Sleeping off in someone’s house party.

He giggled “You missed most of the part. Our college friends had come. All the girls still were drooling over me. Ufff i had to manage everyone of them” he said.

I pierced my nails inside my palm contolling my anger or the so called jealously. “Oh.. so you had a great time” i fake a smile.

“Im finally 27. Jeez.. years are flying so fast” he says” he says and stretches his arms and cracks his knuckles.

Just when dadi enters, “yes.. years are rolling but when will you marry a girl for yourself. Dont you want me to die in peace?” She says.

“How are these both connected??” What if the years are rolling… isnt your grandson handsome enough to get married in 30s also?? I guess even then girls will come queuing to get married to me.” shivaay jokes and pulls dadi’s cheeks.

I can’t bear such talks. Like… they are planning to get my shivaay’s married. And he is joking about it. But me?? Im fuming here. Wait.. i dont even have the right to fume. What did i do for the past 6 years ? Stayed quiet. That’s all. I never bothered to go express my feelings to him.  What if if he had got married by then? Im not worth him. He is worth who he is meant to be with.

What if this conversation gets serious and he’ll accept to get married to anyone richer and equal to his status.
I am not even worth half his wealth. He wont marry me.” I was deep in thoughts ignoring all the conversations which i wasnt ready to hear.

“Okay!!! okay!!!…..” shivaay sighed atlast. “Wait.. for what did he say ‘OKAY’.. Is he ready for marriage??…” i thought and I had this sudden panic attack, so i took the nearby glass of something and gulped it down, thinking it to be water.

I raised my head up and saw everyone gasping and looking at me.
Shivaay side-hugged me and giggled.
Pinky maa and dadi shook their head and went away smiling. Rudra was teasing me and om controlled his laughter.

I had no idea what happened but the dizziness im getting made me realise and i looked at the glass.. it was alcohol. I had gulped the whole glass in one go.

Shivaay dragged the ‘dizzy me’ to his room and made me sit on his bed.

“You were right Anika.” He says.
Overcoming the dizzy feeling i raise my eyebrows signing him about what he is talking about.

“They care for me a lot. And that is why, maybe they are trying to get me married.” He says breaking my heart. And maybe now im getting over my dizziness.

“Let me be frank now.. what you did back there to your uncle was injustice.” He says making me wonder what this shivaay singh oberoi really is. He was the one who told me that what i did was right few hours and now he says im wrong.

“He really was protecting you. But only he didnt realise that he was over protective. You should apologise to him” he says and i smile at his kind geesture. He was arguing with my uncle last time and now here he is supporting him. This guy really is unpredictable” i think to myself.

“They wanna get me married to an unknown face. But you know what Anika… I have always dreamed about how my better half should look and be like” he says breaking my heart even more.

His dream girl will never look like me. He would have dreamed about someone who has a royal family. I am no where near that.

“Let me show you something” he says and brings something which looks something like a diary. I’ve seen such weird diary’s before. Leather ones with stones and stuffs stuck on the top.

“This diary shows exactly how i imagined HER to be.”  He says with a wide smile and his eyes seemed to glow with excitement locking itself with mine.

While i was crushing my heart. This diary has nothing to do with me. 6 YEARS !! 6 YEARS I waited to talk to him.

I should have known
that its a mistake,
When i knew I was loving him
More than i was Loving myself.

Now it hurts a lot to let you go out of my hands. My heart feels broken and empty now. My hearts feels that someone is going to be shattered, fortunately it is not him, unfortunately it is me. Someone is pricking my heart with thousands of needles. We were never in a relationship but i feel betryaed already.
 
My eyes had tears, I slowly take the diary from him. He didnt ask me but his looks gives me feel that i should open and see it.

“What if, if i have no qualities that he had listed in this book? I cant take a look at it” i tell myself and keep it down.

He looks at me with a confused look.

There goes.. i didnt want this to happen but my alcohlo effect somehow dugged the other side of me and broke it infront of him.

“I LOVE YOU!” I said it. I was totally boggled. Like saying.. Today is tuesday.. I said IT just like that..
He had a blank look. I know he wasnt expecting this. I met and talked to him in person only last night and im here telling him my feelings. He will think im one of those 2rs cheapde ladkis.

I dont quite remember what i told him after that.. i just stood up and he stood up too. I gave him a tight hug and cried like i’ve lost my entire life. Whimpering and sobbing for a while.



He stood there still not knowing what to do. Definitely he was angry with what i told him.  But still with courtesy he rubbed my back and consoled me. 

I pushed him slowly away and walked stumbling my way back to home. I was walking on the road like a lifeless person.

Just when, a truck goes past me, splashing the puddle water on me. I guess by then my alcohol effect has totally gone. And now i realied what blunder i have done. I grab my head and drop down and cry even more.

Composing myself i get up and rush back home to see my uncle sitting quietly looking outside the window.

“You love him dont you??” He asks me. I cant compose myself now. I run to him and hug him and cry my remaining tears that i had been holding to myself. He consoles me,

“Im sorry Anika.” He starts with guilt shriking his voice. “I never wanted to isolate you. I just wanted you to be safe. I didnt know i was killing you. Your parents wanted me to keep you happy.

6 years… you were sad with me. Now im completely alright if you want to spend you rest of the years with shivaay. I knew it the moment you raised your voice against me, that you love him.

I shivered at my hopelessness and tears rolled down my cheeks without my knowledge.

I hugged my uncle back.
“You were right uncle. You were always right. This world is totally weird. I stepped out of your walls for one day and im here with a broken heart. Was it because of this you protected me?? This world broke my heart in just a day. I cant take it anymore.. it’s like someone stabbing my heart over and over again. IT HURTS uncle.” I say and hug him even tighter.

He simple rubs my back and consoles me. Just when i hear our house door opening. We break our hug and i slowly walk to the entrance.

I saw shivaay who already made his way to the hall and looking at me blankly and then furiously.

He is splashed with water too. Maybe he came walking to my house. His perfectly angled hair strands are dripping water.

He takes out the same diary and throws it infront me in a blink.
I stand there stunned. I have never seen him angry. Like.. ive heard he has much thadi.. but ive never seen it before.

“Take a look at my diary and you’ll know what kind of girl i want. Just look at yourself. You wanted to be that girl? Do you? Take a look at diary and decide” he says with such rage in his voice.

Why does he do this to me.. i cant bear this pain.. atleast i could have spent my rest of the years admiring him silenetly from a distance. All i wanted was to talk to him and ehat i get is this.. hatred. I wish i could rewind a time machine and go back, just to live that night moments with him.

With my eyes getting swollen up and pain clearly seen in my tears i gently bend down and take the diary in ny hands. His angry stare bore deep inside me.

My uncle in the mean time had walked away to give us some privacy.
Old man didnt know that we were fighting a emotional battle here instead of romancing.

Taking a last look at him, “I love you shivaay. I love you more than myself” i say in my mind and give him a faint smile.

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Am i good in writing emotional scenes ?
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