"Oh bete ki!" Anika gasped as she saw the result. "Pregnancy? Like a baby? I'm having a baby?" She whispered-exclaimed.

"Anika? Are you alright?" Shivaay asked and Anika opened the door, all smiling.

"I'm perfectly fine Shivaay, and I'm ready to go.. I just got girl problems I'm sorry.." She kind of lied and Shivaay hummed unconvinced. She still couldn't realize that a little human being was growing in her womb. They went to the shopping mall, the Galeries Lafayette. Anika was in awe as she saw all the different stores. It seemed like she was in another world. They bought many things and while Anika convinced Shivaay to buy things for his family, Anika got to sneak in the baby section to buy a pyjama for her unborn baby.

"Avez-vous besoin d'aide madame?" A woman asked Anika and she furrowed her brows.

"I'm sorry madam, I was asking if you need help." The woman repeated and Anika hummed.

"Achcha..I wanted to know if you could wrap this pyjama? It's a gift for the father to be.." Anika explained and the woman smiled.

"Congratulations madam, let me pack your gift.." The woman said and did her job, as soon as she finished, Anika joined Shivaay and they did few more shopping before heading to the Eiffel Tower. Anika was wearing a beautiful gown that she had especially bought for the occasion, their romantic date at the Eiffel Tower.

 Shivaay too wasn't too bad in his three piece suits matching her dress.

"You're one handsome man Mr. Oberoi.." Anika trailed and Shivaay smiled at her boldness.

"You're not too bad yourself Miss Kidhkitod khoobsurat..Tell me who is the lucky man who has you?" Shivaay asked and Anika blushed.

"You Mr Oberoi, only you..." She smiled and they headed to the restaurant 'Le Jules Verne', located on the second floor of the Tower.

 The view was breathtaking but Anika found more beautiful the stars in her husband's eyes as they landed on her.

"What are your plans for next destination Mrs Oberoi?" Shivaay asked and Anika smiled at him, it was her time to choose their destination as Shivaay had chosen Paris and she had chosen Sri Lanka..

"I want to go to Barcelona.." Anika said and Shivaay smiled.

(I just got to know about what occurred in Barcelona, terrorist attacks and it hurts a lot to know that the person behind all this is just a child, barely a year younger than me (17), my heart goes to all the people who lost their lives, those who are suffering and I'd like to share this beautiful poem of Pablo Neruda to express, my pain, my sorrow, first France then UK, Germany and now Spain.. I'll just say that cowards are the one who hide their actions behind the 'religion', no religion asked for hate but they all asked for love, peace among human beings..) 

"Destinación muy caliente para una mujer aun más caliente. Or in other words, a very hot destination for a hotter woman.." He said and she blushed.

"Where the hell did you learn Spanish?" Anika asked.

"Had to stay in Madrid for a while when we were making a merger there."Shivaay revealed.

"Achcha,and you learnt how to flirt?"

"Only with the woman I want to and you're definitely the woman I want to flirt with today, tomorrow and in 50 years when you'll be moti.."Shivaay said and she gasped.

"Moti?"

"You can be skinny or fatty, you'll always be mine.." Shivaay said and kissed her palms.

"Sir, your wine has come." a waiter said and Shivaay turned to Anika.

"Do you want some?" He asked and she hurriedly nodded her head no.

"Can I have some juice instead, please? Apple juice, if possible, thank you.." Anika said to the waiter then turned to Shivaay. "I am sorry Shivaay, I'm not in the mood to drink tonight.." She lied.They had their meals and then went to the top of the Tower. They were feeling as if they were at the top of the world.

"Vah! The view is breathtaking.." Anika whispered and Shivaay pulled out his coat and wrapped it around her shivering arms.

"Thank you Shivu.. I have to tell you something..." Anika said and gave him the gift and he opened it to find a pyjama!

"Anika-" 

 "Some people come here to do shopping, to find love as we can see with Paris nickname.. in this place, where we're so high.. I want to share these news with you and I hope you'll be as happy as I was when I discovered this morning,that, you'll feel at the top of the world just like we are.. we're having a baby Shivaay.." 

Maldición 

Patria surcada, juro que en tus cenizas
nacerás como flor de agua perpetua,
juro que de tu boca de sed saldrán al aire
los pétalos del pan, la derramada
espiga inaugurada. Malditos sean,
malditos, malditos los que con hacha y serpiente
llegaron a tu arena terrenal, malditos los
que esperaron este día para abrir la puerta
de la mansión al moro y al bandido:
Qué habéis logrado? Traed, traed la lámpara,
ved el suelo empapado, ved el huesito negro
comido por las llamas, la vestidura
de España fusilada.
Malditos los que un día
no miraron, malditos ciegos malditos,
los que no adelantaron a la solemne patria
el pan sino las lágrimas, malditos
uniformes manchados y sotanas
de agrios, hediondos perros de cueva y sepultura

Curse

[Furrowed] mother country, I swear that in your ashes

you will be born like a perpetual water flower,

I swear that from your mouth of thirst will leave to the air the petals of the bread, the spilled inaugurated ear.

Damn they are, damn, damn those that with axe and serpent arrived at your earthly sand, damn those that hoped this day to open the door from the mansion to the Moor and to the bandit:

What have you obtained? You bring, you bring the lamp, you see the soaked ground, you see the black bone eaten by the flames, the clothes of shot Spain.

Damn those that a day did not look, damn damn blind, those that did not advance to the solemn mother country the bread but the tears, damn stained uniforms and cassocks of bitter, foul dogs of cave and grave