WHEN MY HUSBAND BECAME MY FORTUNE CHANGER… (T.S.) ISHQBAAZ…
#FEW POINTS TO BE NOTED:
1. The story begins after Shivaay had accepted Anika in front of media and all the problems have been solved.
2. Every family member has accepted Anika including Pinky.
3. No villain is there.
4. Main couple: SHIVAAY & ANIKA AKA SHIVIKA…
5. No illegitimate drama.
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@POOL SIDE
Anika is sitting near the tree cuddling with few books in her hand and she is fast asleep and seems to be too tired.
@SHIVAAY’S P.O.V.
I entered my room but…. But…. But… Where is Anika now, she came to room an hour ago, Is she angry on me, but as far as I remember I didn’t do anything wrong recently then what happened? Maybe she would be at pool side, I will check.
(He reached pool side.)
Hye what’s this girl doing, sleeping and that too here, I mean she is in Oberoi Mansion and we have enough rooms if by any chance she didn’t wish to be in our room, then she could have slept in another room but why here?
Hye! Shivaay have you lost it your wife is sleeping here near the pool and that to on the floor and you are busy debating on a stupid question. Such an idiot I am at times. I reprimanded myself.
I went to her and picked her up in my arms and took her inside the room and laid her down on our bed.
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Wait… wait… wait… what’s that in her hands.
@SHIVAAY’S P.O.V. ENDS
Shivaay holds the books present in Anika’s hand. There were four books one was of social science of third standard, another one was of mathematics, next was of English and last one was a school diary. Shivaay takes the books and sits on the couch. He opens the diary curiously but gets shocked seeing it’s first page only.
@SCHOOL DIARY
@FIRST PAGE
NAME: ANIKA KOTAI
AGE: 9 YEARS CLASS & SEC.: 4th C
FATHER’S NAME: AVINASH KOTAI
MOTHER’S NAME: SUNIDHI KOTAI
GUARDIAN: —–
ADDRESS: 8 WHITE AVENUE, NEAR MALL ROAD, SRINAGAR, KASHMIR
@PAGE 2
ALL ABOUT THE YOUNG BLOSSOMING INDIANS…
NAME: ANIKA KOTAI
AIM: INTERIOR DESIGNER
HOBBIES: SKETCHING, DANCING AND SINGING
GAMES OF INTEREST: BADMINTON AND BASKETBALL
FAVOURITE TEACHER: MISS. AMRITA DESAI
FAVOURITE SUBJECT: ENGLISH
INSPIRATION: MY GRANDMA
SUPPORT: FAMILY AND FRIENDS
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@SHIVAAY’S P.O.V.
I kept reading Anika’s school diary in next pages there was nothing much accept school homework, I was shocked would be an understatement I was bewildered or even more, to know all this and many questions began roaming in my head I wanted to know that if Anika knew about her surname and her family then why didn’t she ever say? Why did she hear so much of insult? Why doesn’t she stays with her parents? And what not. But only one person could answer my questions and that was Anika herself. I picked up her English book, it was a primary school book on the first page was her name written”ANIKA KOTAI” “4th C”. I flipped few pages and saw lines were underlined properly and meanings of few words were written obviously they were easy for me but maybe not for a fourth standard student that my wife was when she wrote meanings to the words. Her handwriting was beautiful even then, words were clearly and neatly written just they were a bit light maybe because they were written a long ago.
I then took her maths book the first page was beautifully adorned by her name, after flipping few pages I encountered something that made me laugh. Well that’s the reason my lovely wife is so brilliant in MATHEMATICS , more than questions the book had cartoons drawn maybe of her teacher and friends but I must admit she drew them really well, MATHS was really a hard to crack thing for her.
Anyways I took the last book I felt michmichi only on holding that book SOCIAL SCIENCE in short S.S.T. = STUDENTS SLEEPING TIME I chuckled on my self thought only yup! I hated social alot learning stupid dates and names of priceless monuments and wars was really stupid I was barely ever interested in this class my teacher really had a bad time pulling me for this subject but it seems that the case wasn’t same with Anika she seemed to be in love with the subject I supposed but my supposition was so true when I encountered her exam mark sheet that was kept in the book.
ENGLISH: 91%
HINDI: 100%
SCIENCE: 94%
SOCIAL SCIENCE: 99%
MATHEMATICS: 70%
I chuckled reading her maths marks and Hindi no doubt that this girl has her own dictionary to irritate me but I admit she was genuinely a bright student. I really felt bad on reading her social marks I truly can feel that how would she had felt when just due to lack of a single marks a three digit result of her could not come, that’s what has happened to me a few number of times especially when it was MATHEMATICS on the list, I wonder what interests the teachers so much in that single number that they keep it for themselves rather than sparing it on us. At times I use to think weather sparing that number on us would mean loss of a month’s salary to them, yes these stupid thoughts use to dominate me as a kid.
WOW! It was superbly refreshing so many thoughts of my own childhood that were hidden somewhere came rushing back to my memory. Yet I didn’t forget to know the answer to my questions, I was just thinking of a suitable time to confront my wife rather than making any prenotions’ about anything. It was then that I felt a soft hand on my shoulders, well was I so much absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t notice my wife coming to me and placing her hand on my shoulder anyways I swiftly moved aside to let her occupy the couch beside me.
Anika sweetly: What happened Shivaay?
Shivaay: Nothing. Come sit.
Anika’s eyes fell on her books that were kept on the table in front of me. She bent down on her knees and creasing her books looked up at me.
I too settled myself down by her side on the floor itself and then spoke.
“What’s this Anika?”
She looked at me her eyes filled with guilt and tears began to come out of her beautiful eyes. For a while I seriously cursed myself seeing her in tears but then I rose my hand to wipe her tears.
“What happened Anika, I am sorry if I have intruded in your privacy.” I said feeling guilty about reading her books without her knowledge.
“No Shivaay, it’s not your fault, I know you want to know about my past, you want to know if I knew who my parents are, what’s my surname then why didn’t I ever tell you that?”
I just nodded in positive to her cracked voice.
“But it’s okay if you don’t want me to know anything.”
She hugged me in response and started weeping badly, I got hell worried seeing her like this. I creased her hair and in as sweet voice I could manage I asked her
“Anika what happened, is all okay.”
“No, Shivaay.”
Came her answer increasing my worry million folds.
“Anika feel free to share, dear.”
She raised her head from my chest and looking in my eyes took my hands in her’s and spoke.
“First promise me that you won’t leave me after knowing everything.”
What? What did she mean by that Why on earth will I leave her, she is my wife, my life, she is everything to me, I halted the train of my thoughts and looking at her my voice voluntarily said
“Anika I will never leave you pinki promise.”
She gave me a painful smile.
“Now please say something I can’t see you like this anymore” I continued.
She breathed in and spoke
“It was when I was just 9 years old, I use to stay with my family happily like every other person on earth did. We use to live in Kashmir, all wasn’t fine their, half of the year I did not go to school that left me with other half in which I was hardly able to manage to go to school, all this sometimes was result of bad climate and the rest of the time due to riots. That day was horrible. It was my fourth standards result I was too excited for that, my parents and I had gone to collect my result after coming back with my mother’s help I was packing my previous year bag so that my sister who was to join fourth in another few years could use the same bag and books but that day was very unfortunate for all of us all of a sudden riots broke there was a hustle and bustle every where with God’s grace my entire family was in house only. Time began to pass and situation became even worse their was no scope of any life the entire place feel dead like graveyard. We ran out of food. All the hope began to sublime if we stay in house we will die of starvation and if go out we will have to face riots. My dad couldn’t see all of us in this condition so he decided to go in search of food but the decision turned out to be worst he never returned what returned was just a news that he has gone, gone too far, so far that I would never be able to meet him ever, I would never be able to play with him ever, he would never put me to sleep ever again, he will never hug me again,…”
Her voice trialled as tears made a way through her eyes she bursts out her long held pain in my embrace, seeing her like this and hearing her my tears could no more stop themselves and made a way from my eyes, but I wiped them off before Anika could even see that, I wanted to be strong, strong for my wife, I wanted to stand like THE GREAT WALL OF SHIVAAY for the biggest support of my life. I creased her hair gently and asked her to continue. She obliged and in an hardly audible and half chocked voice spoke
“My mom broke down but some how she managed to be strong for me and my little sister, slowly the house in which we use to live, turned into a mare junkyard of dead and decay. Being left with no option we had to move out of that place my mom had to take care of both my sister and me single handed, we moved to my dad’s uncle’s place he didn’t like my mom and was very rude and arrogant. He kept scaring my mom, as she had no option with her accept for being their she kept listening to him, he use to beat my mother at times use to throw me and my sister in a dark room and then use to beat my mother. She use to shout, we never knew what was going with her all we heard were her shouts.”
Anika stopped and sobbed keeping her head on my chest. I patted her back.
“You know what Shivaay even now her voice echoes in my ears. That shouts of her, her pleadings to be saved everything every word of my MA echoes in my ears.”
I had never seen Anika in such a disheartened and vulnerable condition. Oh God please show some mercy! I can’t see my wife in this condition.
After crying miserably for ten minutes when she began to feel a bit better she continued.
“One day she came to us secretly she was looking vulnerable. She handed me some money, a ticket and food and asked me to leave that place, she had kept everything in my fourth standard bag from which I had never taken these books out (she said pointing at the books). I had begged my mum that I won’t leave her but she made me to swear that I will never tell anyone neither about my identity nor would I ever come back to that place. After what seemed ages she was successful in convincing me. She asked me to be with my sister and never let her alone. Since that day I am ANIKA and not ANIKA KOTAI. I really never knew that why did she ask me to hide my identity but I have obeyed her without a second thought. Shivaay that was my last day in Kashmir. I held my sister’s hand and borded the train my mother had asked me to. I don’t know what happened to my Ma and maybe I won’t be ever able to know that.”
She looked at me helplessly, what can I do now I was as blank as she was about the situation. I simply held her hands in mine and squeezed them slightly to ensure her WHAT? I really myself don’t know but that seem to work a bit. Somewhere I wished that was the end but no that was the beginning of my wife’s misery. Again after another short gap she spoke.
“I came to Mumbai along with my sister, MUMBAI: CITY OF DREAMS where my everything shattered and my last support was also withdrawn.”
She spoke half sarcastically and half mockingly at her fate. I was curious to know what happened ahead and simultaneously even heartbroken hearing her past and remembering how I had disrespected her but this was definitely not the time for grudges or to cry over the spilt milk it was the time to become a support for my own edifice, ironic. Well! I know that.
” It wasn’t easy to survive here we had no shelter and the little money that we had was hardly enough to have food for a week. For about two weeks managing and supplementing our needs some how or other my sister and I had to live on road and sleep on footpath. But one day we found a shelter the devils came in disguise of angels to us. It was an orphanage. A middle aged couple use to run that orphanage, it was just for namesake, in name of orphanage they use to molest kids to do theft and work as maids. Once when I spoke against them both got so angry that they closed me in a dark room, that was my second encounter with darkness and first encounter with my fear.”
Well! Now I knew why she is so much afraid of darkness. In no means she is to be blamed for her fear no one can bear something so terrible. My trances were broken as I heard her shrill and fearful voice again.
“To take out their frustration they bet me (she said touching her arm) here, here (She touched her head), here (she touched her stomach) and where not.”
I clutched my fist in anger, seeing her tears again making a way through her eyes, felt like daggers but unknowingly this time my eyes also gave up and long held tears began to flow and Anika saw them, she slightly rose her hand and cupping my face touched my cheeks in an attempt to remove my tears. Jesus! Stupid eyes of mine seems to be that they do not wish these tears to stop. I am worried seeing her cry so terribly and how come I may not cry. She wiped my tears and then continued.
” They were so angry with me that they decided to send my sister I begged them, but all my pleads fell on deaf ears. Finally my sister even left me. The promise I gave to my mum also broke along with that.”
She broke down for the last time and this time her pain was more then well felt by me, after all on the mention of siblings OMRU’S thought came rushing to my head. I could feel the pain of being away from our siblings. I hugged her as tightly as possible and she too reciprocated as if both of ours life depends on that hug. We sat their for a long while in each others embrace. Finally after what seemed eternity we broke apart.
“Then what happened to you?” I asked as softly as possible.
“After a few months Sahil’s parent’s adopted me it was with their help that I could complete my twelfth. But then even they died in a car accident and I was forced to work by Sundari bua. Then one day you came in my life. Rest you know better.” She concluded.
“Ya rest I know better.” I spoke still having her in my embrace.
She looked at me. I creased her hair.
“Coffee.”
She nodded. I made my way to kitchen only after ensuring that she was feeling better.
@AFTER 10 MINUTES
After 10 minutes when I returned back I saw my angelic beauty sitting near the window looking at the pool and tree outside, she seems to be in a deep thoughts. It was then that she began to sing. WOW! What melody her voice is.
@SHIVAAY’S P.O.V. ENDS
@ANIKA’S P.O.V.
Shivaay left to get coffee for both of us. Loosing my mom and sister had been really painful but today I felt a bit better. Shivaay is the first one to know about my past. But his tears what did they mean. I am confused. Nothing is coming in my mind accept for his tears. I had never seen him cry then why today? Why did he cry when I did? Why? Why is this question haunting me so much? I began looking outside to distract myself but again his teary eyes came in my mind. And suddenly from nowhere I began to sing. It feels so good to have a beautiful song express all that you think.
ANIKA/I:
jo hamne daasta apni sunaayi, aap kun roye
(I had sung just first line when I saw Shivaay admiring me deeply. He came to me and cupped my face gently now I sang questioning him.)
jo hamne daasta apni sunaayi, aap kun roye?
tabahi to hamare dil pe aayi, aap kun roye?
hamara dard-e-gam hai ye, ise kun aap sahte hai?
ye kun aansu hamare, aap ki aankho se bahte hai?
(He just smiled gently and kissed my forehead.)
gamo ki aag hamne khud lagaayi, aap kun roye
(He joined his forehead with mine. I again questioned him.)
jo hamne daasta apni sunaayi, aap kun roye???
(Now he answered me.
Shivaay spoke: Because I can’t bear tears in your eyes Anika and you mean everything to me.
He said with all emotions he could possibly manage to.
I again began to sing after a small pause promising him.)
bahut roye magar ab aapki khaatir na royege
na apna chain khokar aapka ham chain khoyege
kayamat aapke ashko ne dhaayi, aap kun roye
jo hamne daasta apni sunaayi, aap kun roye
(He nodded his head in negative and again a few tears made a way from his eyes shocking me. Now I strictly sang asking him to stop crying.)
na ye aansu ruke to dekhiye, ham bhi ro dege
(He nodded NO and then I placed my head on his chest and hugged him he to hugged me back.)
ham apne aansuo me chaand taaro ko dubo dege
(I said pointing at the moon outside and he smiled at me.)
fana ho jaayegi saari khudayi, aap kun roye
jo hamne daasta apni sunaayi, aap kun roye…
(He chuckled at the end and just hugged me. Gosh! What a confusing person my husband is.)
PRE RECAP:
SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI’S DECISION…
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Hello! Guys I am back again what to do my exams are going at snails pace ?. And after giving my exam today this was the best way that I found out for refreshing myself.
Anyways how are are you all?
And sorry for making you bore if you felt so perhaps do comment.
Thank you ?
Signing off
Shivika…