Of broken hearts | Ishqbaaaz (Chapter one)

Thud.

Shivaay snapped his eyes open and sat up straight, panting. Another nightmare. It was almost a daily routine. Everyday he would wake up after a nightmare but this time it was more terrifying. It left an uncertain feeling in his heart.

They both were in a dark room, she was there. He saw her right in front of his eyes. He ran and ran but he couldn’t reach her. She was drifting away and slowly he saw her collapse on the floor.

He leapt to his feet and poured himself water. Gulping it down, he stared out of the window, thinking about his wife, Anika. The moon was beaming, she loved moon. Everything reminded him of Anika.

She was strong and Shivaay knew that but didn’t know if he was strong enough to bear it.

He missed her. Every part of him missed her.

She was in his every thought, his mind, his heart- every rational thought.

The more he thought about her, the more he missed her. The air felt toxic without her being around. It seemed as slowly and slowly everything was falling apart. He felt as if nothing was right. Everything felt wrong.

They were happy as anyone could be. Everything was perfect. Their lives were filled with laughter. Her laughter.

“Anika, get back here” he called out to her, chasing after his wife, who was in a playful mood today. He stopped and panted, sucking in the air.

She chuckled and stuck out her tongue at him, “Catch me if you can” she ran across the room, clutching his cell phone in her hand.

He scowled at her, obviously annoyed. He sure loved that she behaved like a kid but of all the days, today? He had an important meeting.

“Oh Anika” he chased after her.

Anika was about to trip but Shivaay caught her wrist and spun her around. She crashed on his chest, her grin dropping. She groaned in annoyance as he wrapped his arms around her waist, one of his hands slipped under the fabric of her shirt.

He smirked at his wife, who just scowled in return. She sure as hell didn’t like losing and that too to him, after all he used to be the ‘insufferable cocky jerk’. Okay, yes, he was still cocky but he wasn’t a jerk anymore.

“So what were you saying earlier? You sure didn’t bet on the right thing, munchkin” he said, stifling a laugh. His voice hoarse. He tucked the lock behind her ear that kept falling over her eye.

She squirmed under his hold and muttering that sounded highly like ‘damn’

His wife didn’t curse often. She wasn’t the cuss type. But when she did, it meant you were getting on her nerve.

“So now do I get the kiss? ” he whispered in her ear, thoroughly enjoying being in control.

“Keep dreaming Mr. Oberoi” she managed to say but it came out weaker than she intended.

“Of you? Always Mrs. Oberoi” he smirked while Anika just narrowed his eyes at him. She wondered how she even for a guy like him? But then again, this was man was a hot as hell, his perfectly carved jaw, piercing blue eyes and his oh-so-handsome body. He was charming and had a way with girls and voila, she ended up falling for what she uses to call ‘a insufferable cocky jerk ‘.

He continued to stare at her, admiring her chocolate brown eyes, pink tinted cheeks.

Anika realized that he wasn’t paying attention, her lips lifted into a smirk that’s mirrored Shivaay’s. She quickly pecked his cheeks and Shivaay obviously taken aback, flustered. Anika took this as a opportunity to run away.

“You aren’t having that kiss, Mr. SSO.” she smirked at him, loving the feeling of being in control again. “At least not yet”

He watched her retreating figure, wondering how she could up him everytime?

The memory made Shivaay’s lips lift up in a smile and he found himself smiling fondly once again.

He sighed and sat down on the bed, rubbing his eyes in a tired fashion. His eyes darted to the picture on the bedside lamp.

She was petting a stray puppy, a smile tugging at her lips. Her one smile enough to make him fluster. It was absolutely a sight for the sore eyes.

It had been a year back when he clicked this picture. He liked to capture every moment. Every memory stored in his heart and his camera.

He picked it up carefully, tracing her figure in the photograph. She looked radiating as ever. There was something about her aura that calmed him. Whenever she was around, he would feel calm. She could calm his demons like no other could. Not even his family.

His attention snapped from her when he felt something under his fingers. He looked carefully at it and saw that it was a piece of paper. Curious, he pulled the paper from the corner of the photo frame and unfolded it.

She was a angel, your wife, Anika, trapped between the demons. She was strong and I know it now.

I just hope you’ll be strong enough for her too.

So here I present to you the first chapter of this story.  Someone previously asked me as to what is the age that qualifies for the reader since the story contains dark themes. I think age of 13 and above are okay. This story is just based on a dark plot but the story revolves around emotions. It’s basically a rollercoaster ride for both Shivaay and Anika as they face the odds of life. In this whole story, the main concept what I just described. The only dark theme that the story contains is what happened in the past six months of Anika’s life.

As a reader I had read these kind of stories when I was even 11 or 12 but it is totally up to you if you wish to read it or not.

Gosh, that was some long author’s note. Geez, I’m glad I explained it.

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