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When we follow our mind blindly, not listening to our heart, we end up commiting mistakes, not every time, may be, but most of the times, we do. The thumping heartbeat in his body seemed to him, as a victory song his heart was singing, telling his mind that he ( his heart ) was right and you (Mind) were wrong. He cursed his mind to make him blind and deaf to an extent that he hated his existence.

Sheer hatred and anger rushed through his veins, as he got up on his feet and went towards Rohit's corpse and looked at him with the rage in his eyes that he wished, for Rohit to come alive so he could kill him again. And again. And again. He gestured Khanna, who had seen everything, to do something about Rohit's corpse. Not that he cared about Tej Singh Oberoi, but he didn't want his family reputation and his Dadu's hard earned respect in this society to be maligned by the black spot that Tej was.

Khanna, left from there with Rohit's corpse to do something of it in a way that no one would even remember that there was ever a man named Rohit. Once Khanna left from there, Shivaay's eyes travelled to every corner of this hall, then he walked towards the kitchen, and then up the stairs, into his room and then the towards the pool side.

The story Anika's innocent eyes always told, when, in every corner of the mansion he tortured her in any way, was always the reality he wished that story to be, and he had been a fool not to believe it and give it a name of attention seeking and drama.

He sat on the floor leaning to the couch, the way she used to do at nights and sleep in that position. It was solely, to feel her pain, and cry the way she used to do. He had always seen her cry, it was just that it seemed to be a drama. His words he used to taunt her on her 'acting' made him cry and his tears fell on the couch, the way her tears used to fall he supposed. But it couldn't even the score of pain he had given her, could it ?

He saw a piece of paper that was peeping at him from behind the cushion placed on the couch. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and a look at it made him cry harder. He had seen this picture before but that time, he didn't know the value of this paper and tore it apart, not knowing he was tearing apart her soul as well. When she was crying and trying to join the torn pieces of the paper back together, his heart had said that may be, it was very important to her. But he had denied to accept it back then. As always, his mind had suggested him to do.

He caressed the picture. Then he looked at the balcony, that had now become a part of the room because of the broken glass wall. He walked towards the mess of broken pieces of the glass and wished if someone could stab him with those sharp pieces. He did the honour himself as he took a pieces in his palm and closed his palm in a tight fist, resulting in a stream of red liquid to peep through the space between his fingers and fall onto the floor.

Khanna's voice brought him back from his pleasure of giving pain to himself. It was time for him to feel more of the pain as Khanna filled him in with the details of her real identity.

One of her neighbours, who knew Anika's family since forever, told that Anika's father had left her and her mother for another lady and never came back. Anika's mother, Meera couldn't take it and committed suicide, leaving a ten years old Anika with Savitri, her Dadi and Harsh and Neelam, her Chacha and Chachi.

For Harsh and Neelam Anika was never their own family, she was just a maid for them who could do the household chores. When she grew up, she was the one who had to earn. Atleast her Dadi was with her to support her and love her, but when her Dadi met with an accident and since then she was in coma. Anika was only 13 that time.

She had so many dreams about her career. Being a topper, she was offered many scholarships. She started doing a part time job as a waitress at a cafe after her Dadi's accident But her Dadi's treatment being more important for her, she had to leave her education, and the part time job became a full time job.

There was nothing Anika didn't do to save her Dadi, she worked 20 hours a day to earn enough for her Dadi's treatment. She did everything, from working as a baby sitter to working as a maid in someone's house, to working as a waitress in a bar when forced by her uncle, but that didn't let her compromise and sell her morals. Amidst the mud in the name of society, she didn't stop blooming like a Lotus. She never stopped trying to get some love from her Chacha - Chachi, but she never got it. She had no complaints about her life, but she just wanted a little love for her in her family's eyes, a family that never accepted her as their own.

The already shattered wall of Oberois shattered even more, his heart broken even more, hid guilt increased even more, it became too late to apologise, it made him cry even more, it made him curse himself even more.

Shivaay drove out of the mansion with Khanna following him in another car, who called Om to come to Anika's house immidiately and messaged the address to him. The rage in Shivaay's eyes when he had left the mansion had scared him like never before, so he wanted Om and Rudra to be there to handle him, but they were yet to know what the exact matter was.

Shivaay knocked the door of the small house, not caring about the glances people stole at him from behind their slightly opened doors or windows. When the door was opened, he somehow controlled his boiling anger and masked it well with the rigid expressions he would wear in his business meetings.

The man infront of him, was the one who tried to sell his own niece and that reason was enough for someone to shoot him to death, but Shivaay didn't want to do that and dip his hands into his bad blood.

He entered the small house, pushing harsh out if his way. His blood boiled as Neelam had no intention of putting an end to her curses for Anika.

"... it was out mistake to think that once she's in Tej Singh Oberoi's hands, we'll have a good life. But.. that silly girl's bad luck overshadowed us once again. I wish.." her blabbering stopped as soon as she spotted an unknown man looking at her and then at the pictures of Anika she was throwing onto the floor.

He picked up one of those photo frames whose glass got cracked. His anger disappeared at the sight of that smiling face of his angel in a white ankle length dress, a baby pink apron, with her head adorned with a chef cap and a pastry roller in her left hand and flour smeared over her forhead and nose. That smile, he thought was mocking him, and saying that this beautiful smile is what you've ruined.

Harsh's voice broke his reverie and he clutched the photograph in his hand and sat on the small sofa, with his feet resting on the table infront of it. "Your niece, Anika, where is she ?" Asked Shivaay, expecting to hear what he had expected, and he did, when Harsh replied, "She.. she is missing, we don't know where she is. But we are trying to find her. We are so worried about our daughter.."

Shivaay, although, knew that he would hear something like that, but it gave him all those thoughts to take this man in his hands and beat until each and every bone in his body would be reduced to powder. But he calmed himself, and did what he knew would force this greedy man to speak the truth.

The briefcase, full of bundles of notes in Khanna's hand and Shivaay's comment, "I'm interested in her, and I'm ready to pay any price. Any. Price." Made him speak out the truth. Though, he didn't want to say such a filthy thing about Anika, but it was necessary to make them open their greedy mouths.

"She is with Tej Singh Oberoi. He had come here for her. We had asked him to give us some time so that we could send her to him, because it would've been difficult to convince that girl. She's quiet stupid and way more dramatic, like self respect and all those stupid things..." he spoke as if he was stating something obvious, which added fuel to the fire of Shivaay's anger. "He didn't wait and kidnapped her, but don't worry, we'll find her soon then you can do whatever you want to." Harsh completed his reply.

"Is there anyone else in the family ?" Asked Shivaay, almost at the verge of erupting like an active volcano and got a "No" as a reply from Neelam.

"I want the truth and not your stupid lies. Now it's upto you if you want the money or not ?" Shivaay's words were enough for them to open their mouth and simply say, that he had a mother who was in coma and they left her at some government hospital because she was just lying on the bed from last 13 years and now, they don't know is she was even alive or not.

Money had blinded them to an extent that didn't even think why would Shivaay Singh Oberoi want to know about Anika's family if he just wanted her for his pleasure.

Shivaay smiled, rather smirked and got to his feet. The 'deal' was done, Harsh assumed and tried to grab the briefcase, only to fall on the floor, hitting his jaw on the floor when Khanna pulled the briefcase back and closed it.

Shivaay pulled him with full force to get him onto his feet once again, his tight hold on the back of Harsh's neck made him feel as if his bones were cracking and going to break very soon. The redness of fire in those otherwise ocean like eyes gave him goosebumps and his wife's numerous questions and pleas went into deaf ears as Shivaay threw him towards the wall, from where he dashed into a small table, causing it to break.

In the span of an hour, they lost their house to the beast infront of them. Harsh explored the house that was not his anymore, from every angle as Shivaay threw him here and then there, from one piece of furniture towards another, from one wall to another while telling them what sins they had done. All the anger he had for Harsh and Neelam, he vented out at Harsh alone because he couldn't do anything to this woman infront of him, despite the fact that he had slapped an innocent soul so many times just because of both of them.

Om and Rudra rushed into the house, just like saviours for Harsh, atleast for the time being. They had to literally drag Shivaay out of the house to stop him from beating that man who was unknown to them. The two of them looked so fragile infront of the mighty beast that had been woken because of an unknown reason.

"What a blunder I did, Om, what a sin I did ! I destroyed an already ruined soul, I ruined her life." Shivaay murmured and then shouted the same words numerous times and hit his hand onto the bonnet of the car, causing many dents in it.

"I destroyed Anika's life, despite her being innocent, she got the punishment for a mistake she never committed, something she could never even think of doing." Shivaay cried with his head resting on the door of the driver's seat.

"I snatched her only possessions from her, her dignity, her character and her self respect, that was above everything for her. I called her a... mistress, I tortured her as if.. as if she was a toy, we kept despising her as if, she was something untouchable when.. when actually, she was.. she is so pure, so innocent. How will we even apologise ? How will we.." Shivaay's words halted mid sentence, when a hand hit him hard on his cheek, making him stumble.

"You're too late to ask for an apology," once again, a slap landed across his face, "You don't deserve it." And then, another slap made its way across his face, then again. And again. And again. Neither she was tired of slapping him and pushing him a bit backwards with each slap, nor he was tired of bearing the burning sensation across his tears stricken face. He felt, instead of apology, he deserved those slaps.

She was right, it was too late to apologise. Neither it was needed, nor it mattered now, after all, everything was ruined already.
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