A/N-This story is very close to my heart and is very special to me. Enjoy reading.
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Crystalline sweat drops cascaded down her forehead making their way to downward direction, drenching her with the saline water. She was cycling at the maximum speed she can. She was already late for school. It was her first day at school.

If Sundari Bua hadn't stopped and made her do the household chores her then she would be on time after dropping Sahil at his school. She can accept help from Daksh, her cheapda neighbour kid who had been eyeing her for many days and she is not interested in him and shooed him away.

She is an independent girl. She was not the one of the damsel in distress who is waiting for her Prince Charming to came in the pearl white horse and swept off her in his arms and carry her away from all the storms. She was a taadibaaz khitkitod fighter who doesn't give a damn to the world what they think about her. She is fearless and a lioness who has fought with this cruel world for her existence and she is not broken but bent in a new shape which will not broke by any over sweet covering of flattery which comes out as a spit from the flamboyant upper class elite girls. She was never the one to live her life with carrying 'ehsaans' instead she will do everything herself and starve if needed than asking someone's help, which is a weak point of humans, according to her ideology.

She was now almost near the school gate. Only 15 minutes left for the gate to be close. She phewed. She was not late. She increased the rotation of the wheels of the bicycle by pedalling more and more by her boot clad feet. She was about to turn left in the direction of the parking lot of the students where other cycles were kept.

Then everything was going fine with her but all of a sudden.

CRASH!!!!

Her Chanchal, Her blue silver Ladybird bicycle collided with a similar version and colour of Blue-Silver Avon Cycle which usually were rid by boys. In spur of minutes, the crasher and Annika were on ground with Chanchal and the Avon Cycle. The Avon cycle was lying on the cemented patch worked road which was made for the riding or driving of bicycles more safer and comfortable, with Chanchal on the top.

As for their owners, they were few feet away from them. The crasher boy was lying with Annika on top his muscled up chiselled body. The wind around them started casting a beautiful spell of gentle breeze making the two airheads fall in to the web of attraction.

Annika lifted her head up to check the face of the person who made her end up in such a position. In turn of casting him an angry face, she got mesmerised seeing the calm blue hues of the crasher boy. His eyes were blue. His eyes fluttered open, revealing icy blues that were framed with thick long lashes. It pierced right through her, those cold eyes of his. She was dead nervous; she did not know how scary and intimidating or soft his eyes could be. No matter how less of a war freak that boy looked like, she knew those faint glints in his eyes as well. She had seen them before, they were unmistakably the eyes of a killer, there was no doubt it.

As for the cheapda crasher, he got lost in Anni's eyes. Annika eyes were the color of espresso, his favourite drink and the eyes were having reddish brown flecks. Her eyes entrapped him in a cage.

Enthralled by her beauty, he pulled her closer and unknowingly both leaned closer and closer. They both are breathing heavily. Their noses were touching each other and lips are 5 inches away from each other.

Both are going to have a kiss but as always it is said that every good thing comes to an end, so did the almost kiss too.

They were interrupted by the loud whistle of Khannaji who had made a video of them crashing against each other and it is the first interesting scene of morning which he won't miss.

He recorded everything.

"Ooi Love Birds! You both have only 5 minutes left for the bell to ring. Hurry Up! Gate will be closed." He shouted.

Continuing his talk, he teased them, "You both have more 2 years to romance. PDA costs 50p per eyelock, Rs 1 per kiss and hugging cost 25p per second. Before I make a list of all this, go and keep your cycle in the parking lot and run to your class."

ShivIka are embarrassed.

Both run for their life.

They reached the classroom and shared the same seat and avoided talking each other after the morning intimate fiasco minus the introduction.

Shivaay however, didn't want to be anything uncomfortable between them so he cooked up a plan to talk her in his way in the recess.

RECESS TIME

Annika was going to stroll near the swings which she had found with the help of Chanda during her earlier visit to the school. It was well hidden in the school garden with the help of plants and trees. She needs to clear her mind and focus on her studies for the rest of the day.

She without talking anyone went there. She started to swing like a pendulum(in oscillatory motion) and was in peace.

She closed her eyes. A flash of blue danced before her eyes. His eyes. That Kaanji Aankhon wala bhaggad billa.

She smiled at her thought. She had noticed his eyes.

His eyes were blue. Not the ordinary sky blue, or the colour of the paint flaking off of the old shed in the back of the field, or even the little flowers that spring up by the side of the road. His eyes were blue like the sea, crystal clear blue- shimmering and crashing and churning. Looking into his eyes you could hear the waves falling against the shore; see the foam flying into the air. His eyes were blue like the sky right before the sun disappears- dark rich indigo, with specks of wild colours here and there. His eyes were blue like that warm wool sweater that you put on when the air gets that chill- comfortable, warm, and familiar. His eyes were that kind of blue.

She hit her head for thinking about it. Suddenly her stomach rumbled. Like always she forgot her lunch because of Sundari Bua making her work hard. Her eyes swelled up with tears brimming in her big eyes and making way down her face.

After her adoptive parents' death last year, she was left with Sahil in this cruel world again. She never had a normal childhood but for Sahil's parents she had been able to live a comfortable life for some years but Fate had always costs her happiness with interest which is paid off by burden imposed on her. A little happiness costs her more than the daily earning of a billionaire. Happiness always scared her more than darkness could.

She was now not in mood to eat anything but to she needs something to eat and forgot her purse at home and cannot buy from canteen too. She is not the one to beg for food to other. To her luck, the laws of gravitation disobeyed and 3 apples felled into her lap.

Being too hungry, she brushed off her thought and ate the apples happily. The recess was almost over. And she was going to leave for the next class, but she noticed a letter attached to the swing.

"Hey Senorita,

Come here every day and have lunch with me.

A request from your well wisher who posses Mr India's powers.

Yours

Dost"

Annika smiled at the gesture.

Days went by and became months. Annika never went a day with a empty stomach was assured by Dost.

Annika and Shivaay, they were buddies but fight like cats with each other. Annika told him about her Dost. He listened to her and teased her and was gifted by a smack on his head.

Like every story needs a villain. So does the love story of ShivIka have a villain. Daksh Khuranna, the psycho lover of Annika and a rich elite studying in the same school as Annika. He always tries to befriend Annika but Annika feel uncomfortable around him and avoid her.

This time he had got a dare to kiss Annika but he has other plans too formulated along with the dare.

Since it is Saturday, the students were instructed to wear white uniform. It was already 5 PM, Annika was working as an assistant to a teacher in school to pay off tuitions fees of Sahil.

She was dressed in a white shirt and grey skirt and black shoes and socks. She was getting ready to leave but...she wanted to leave early as possible. She was not comfortable with the place and prefers to stay at home with Sundari Bua instead which will be less creepy.

She left for home. On the way, she had a feeling that someone was following her. She walked faster but suddenly everything went black.....

She woke up with a dizzy head and saw a person hovering over her with a creepy smile on his face.

"Dak..Daksh...What are you doing? Let me go...My brother is waiting for me..."Annika pleaded him.

Daksh was in no mood to let the prey went out of his hand. He had tied Annika to the bed in a room.

"Oh my dear Anu, you're now mine. I own you. Your Bua sold you."Daksh said.

Annika was crying badly after hearing the deeds of Sundari and the low that greedy women could step.

He smirked evilly at her. He opened his shirt and threw that away. He went near her and tore her white shirt. Annika was pleading him to stop but he was not stopping.

Suddenly he got punched and thrown away from Annika by someone. In span of minutes, he was beaten blue and black by the said person.

Shivaay was the said person. Annika was relived seeing him. Shivaay untied her and wrapped his jacket around her.

Shivaay hugged her.

"Don't worry Anu. I'll make everything all right. You're my bestie na? You believe me na?" He asked her.

She nodded and hugged him tight.

Sundari was jailed for lifetime and Daksh was imprisoned for years because of destroying life of 13 young girls.

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It's been a year now since Daksh went away from her life. Her Dost was none other than Shivaay who kept sure she was fed well in the school for past 2 years. Her best friend forever, the one who she fell for, he stood by her in times of need and lend her hand to walk hand in hand. He is her pacifier, saviour, friend, lover and everything. Literally her world, she could not thanks to Fate for such a wonderful gift.

But now she got her family because of him, she had to go away to London with Sahil and leave Shivaay. She was not happy of leaving him and the country as she had spend some splendid moments here but her family needs her. She has to go now.

Hope one day Fate will meet them again.

After 4 years,

"Will you marry me, Paanika?"He was in his knees and with a ring on his hand.

"Of course Billu." She smiled.

Sliding the ring in her hand, they hugged.

She had always ignored her heart in the past but she listened her heart only once when it screamed seeing Shivaay,"HE is the one."

She was happy that she listened her heart. Nothing more she needed.