Hey guys, thank you all for the vote and comments! This book will be of one shots of the Jab-Hum series. I'll update this whenever possible. Each chapter will be of different phase of their life. That's it for now, Happy reading!😊

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It's Shivaay's graduation today. He's never been as excited and nervous like this before. He has graduated before but this one is different since he's begetting the Gold Medal and he has to give a speech.

Anika is very enthusiast about it. She had made all the arrangements. She helped Shivaay to prepare his speech. She had done shopping for the whole family. She wants them to be colour coordinated when they click a picture. She has even planned a surprise party for Shivaay that night.

That morning, Anika got up first, even before the alarm rang.

'Shiv! Shiv! Wake up! It's your graduation day!', she exclaimed excitedly while waking him up.

'Anika... yaar... what's the time now?', he asked sleepily.

'5:30! Now get up quick! We need to get ready!', she shouted all excited while jumping on the bed like a child.

Shivaay got up with a dull annoyed face. He knows nothing he can do to stop his girlfriend when she's feeling on top of the world. He then walked to the bathroom immediately, thinking of getting some sleep there but Anika walked in with him.

'Let's shower together today!', she exclaimed. They had shower together. Then, she dressed him in his 3-piece suit while she herself was still in bathrobe. She made his hair and smiled brightly of satisfaction.

'Perfect!', she smiled. Shivaay smiled and pulled her towards him and made her sat on his lap. She begins to get embarassed. He opens up her messy bun and nuzzled into her hair leaving love bites on her neck.

'Shiv!, Shivaay... ', she moaned a little due to their proximity.

'Shivaay! Not now!', she managed to whisper.

'I don't care', saying this, he proceeded to leave kisses on her nape. She shivered at the touch of his lips on her skin. She then shrug him off and ran away into their bathroom.

'That's not fair, Ani', he shouted out being frustrated.

'Everything's fair in love and war! And this is love war!', she replied laughingly.

He waited for her impatiently outside.

'Ani! Aaj hi jaana hai! Okay?', he called out.

'Yeah! Bas 5 min aur. I'll be out', she said.

In a while, she stepped out in a blue suit which complemented his 3-piece looking prettier than ever. He was absolutely spellbound by her beauty.

'How do I look??', she asked excitedly. He smiled and replied, 'beautiful!', and went closer to her. He held her hand and brought it to his mouth. He placed a kiss there.

'Aren't you getting late now?', Anika teased. He remembered and pulled her out of their apartment.

'We'll continue tonight!', he whispered to her making her blush even more.

Then, they arrived at the graduation place. Everything went on smoothly. Then, it was Shivaay's turn to give his speech. He could clearly hear Anika and their families cheers from the back. This made him smile and feel relaxed to give out the speech. He wasn't fidgeting or stammering. He wonderfully read out the speech which was partially prepared by Anika. Then, after the text was over, he didn't stop and say Thank you. Instead, he continued. He went on by thanking Anika for entering his life and dedicates his medal to her. He also adds that without Anika's help and support, this would have been impossible. He also states that this graduation isn't his alone, but it is theirs. He then says I love you to her and passed her a flying kiss.

Meanwhile, Anika was already in tears of happiness because of his extra speech. She felt like she's floating in cloud-nine to be getting a boyfriend like him. He called her up on the stage, but since she was overwhelmed with her tears of joy, Shivaay had to come down the stage. He ran towards her and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. He then wipes off her tears and places a soft kiss on her forehead.

'You okay?', he asked while cupping her face. She nodded in agreement with a smile. He then holds her hand and tried to bring her up on the stage. She refuses being shy. But, Shivaay being Shivaay, lifts her up forcibly and brings her up on the stage. Everyone present there began to cheer for them.

Anika was stunned to find this side of her boyfriend. He placed her carefully on the stage and introduced her to everyone. He then, puts the gold medal on her by his hands. And they had a hug which was followed by loud cheers.

They spend the whole day with their families. They went out for lunch and enjoyed the rest of the remaining time by talking to each other and having fun by playing games like antakshari.

That evening, when they got back home. Anika sent Shivaay to shower right away and locked the bathroom door from outside. She went ahead and prepared for the surprise party she had planned for him with the help of their friends. After showering, Shivaay finds himself locked inside and called out to Anika.

She opened the door and 'SURPRISE!'. He was not expecting that at all. But, with an extraordinary girlfriend that he's got, he learns that he should start expecting the unexpected. They had a couple of drinks and danced the night away. In between those dance, Shivaay stole a few kisses from her but it was unnoticed by their friends.

It was nearly 3 O'Clock when all their guests left. The house was in a mess, which made Shivaay frown a little bit the next sight he saw, made the drown disappear, a wide smile was formed instead. Anika. His Anika. She was sleeping on the couch like an innocent soul, looking as cute and as pretty as always. He went upto her and kneeled down to face her.

She mumbled 'I love you, Shivaay! I love you a lot!', in her sleep.

'I love you, more!', he thought to himself while brushing her hair with his fingers.

'I love you the most!', she replied as if she heard him saying that. This made him to proceed and plant a kiss on her temple. He then carried her in his arms to their bed. They snuggled in close to each other and slept the remaining night away in the arms of the love of their life.

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