This OS was written when Shivaay becomes Sardaar and Anika Bebe. The scene is after Shivaay mocking Anika for fun and flirting with other girls.

"You know what Shivaay, Aap rehne dijiye!" She spoke with tears in eyes. Walking away, trying to wipe the flooding tears.
He did it always. Either on purpose or without knowing.
He laughed not able to control his mirth. Oh, how much fin he had teasing his wife when she was in that disguise. For once he always won, leaving her irritated. How much he enjoyed those killing looks she gave to the women buzzing around him like bees. Not to leave out that Jealous Wife Looks!
She was so cutely funny, with her babe act. He loved irritating her and making her shoo away the bees around him. He finally stopped laughing and walked behind her to make up for that stupid scene he just pulled. Shaking his head, he walked out, she indeed was Khidkitod Anika! Which woman would with so much grace, fun and no complaints willingly play an older woman more than twice her age. Only she could. She was One Of A Kind- Anika!

He looked around outside the premises of the temple she was no where to be found. Knitting his brows he looked around, where could she go? He inquired a few people outside, and was finally told that an old woman had summoned an auto rickshaw to somewhere. He frowned. Had she returned to the Dharamshala? He quickly took the bike back to the place.
The premises was relatively empty, all had left for the temple. He was about to call out to her, but on second thoughts, he just decided to quietly look for her, lest their pretense game be spoilt.
He clicked the door open, with the hope of finding her. He had searched almost the entire ground floor and now was in Gauri's room.
"Anika!" He whispered as he saw her sit below the window. Hugging her knees, hiding her head in her folded arms, curled up like a baby. At once he shut the door and was beside his wife who sat sans her disguise. "Anika" he gently patted her shoulder. No response.
He quickly wrapped her arms around her, hugging her, but she sat still without moving. His heart was hammering hard. Was she alright? What had happened? His heart was sinking, why wasn't she responding? "Anika?" He whispered yet again gently rubbing her shoulders."Anika look at me!"
"Anika!"
She tried making her looked up."Anika!" He said firmly.She slowly lifted her head, her face flushed and eyes red due to all the crying.
"Ann...iikk...a!" He was suffocating seeing her like that. "Say something! Are you okay?" He hugged her pulling her head close to his chest. She gently pushed him away. Looking away.
He raised an eyebrow surprised. "Anika!"
"Enough." She finally spoke. "Mujhe Aap se baat nahi karni, jaaiye Aap!"
His face dried listening to that. He was about to the her name yet again for the nth time when she stopped him.
"Nahi Baat karni aapse...Jaaiye!" She did louder.
"What's wrong Anika!?" He asked cupping her face
She shot a accusing glare at him. He never knew what was wrong. He never knew what hurt her.
"Kuch nahi...sab fantastic hai...ek dum chakaa chak...Aap jaaiye naa...enjoy...enjoy kijiye!" She spat sarcastically.
His jaw muscles clenched, why was she talking to him this way. Oh, wait the drama, was it about that? No it can't be she is Anika, these things don't matter to her right!? She knows what's in my heart.
"Anika, look at me, upset ho? Arre bolo toh...mujhse Baat karo! " he spoke maintaining a calm tone, slipping to sit beside her.
She chose to remain silent. Her heart still in pain.
"Oh Ji Bebe, Twada Mood Ka Gangaaram kaun kar dita?" He spoke funnily trying to lighten the mood. Alas, the fire was too hot and wild to be merely blown out.
She got up not even wanting to listen to him. He held her hand and got up, quickly turning her to face him. He pulled her close. She refused to look at him, her gaze sideways, trying to control those traitors -her tears.
His face grew serious. The moment he had a full glimpse of her face he knew, this wasn't as casual s he thought.
"Anika", he cupped her face making her look at him." Shh...why are you crying? Anika I was joking you know..naa! "
She turned her gaze looking at him. Her eyes screaming and accusing him. His heart was stabbed by the look she gave him.
"Haan Shivaay... Joke...Thaa... Lekin mazak ki bhi had hoti hai.Aur Kabhi kabhi sach mazaak bankar bahaar aata hai. " she tossed away his hands from her face.
"What's happen to you Anika?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes." Why are you overreacting!?"
"Haan overreacting! Actually Shivaay, galti naa humesha meri hi hoti hai, Aap toh... Shukla pe attack hua meri galti thii, Kal wig girte girte bacha meri galti thii, hum humesha ladte hain- meri galti hoti hai, Sab meri wajah Se hota hai. Isliye Aap ...nahi main hi yahan Se chali jaati hoon."
She was about to leave, when he caught hold of her elbow and propelled her to himself.
"Anika. What's wrong with you? Itni sii Baat kaa.."
She cut him off, looking at him angrily.
"Haan Shivaay itni si Baat hi hai. Mujhe bura lagnaa itni si Baat hai. Kya farak padta hai mujhe kaisa lagtaa hai? Kya farak padta hai, agar mujhe koi Baat chub tii hai. Mujhe kaisa lagta hai uss Se kya farak padta hai. "
"Anika..I dint mean..."
"You never mean it. I know. Lekin dard toh hota hain naa Shivaay. Chot toh lagti hai. Pata nahi kyun Har Baar Aap..."
"Tumhe hurt karta hoon.!" He completed, his eyes moist.
She shot up a squiz at him. She felt vulnerable. She never thought they would have an argument of such kind, certainly not after all that they had seen together and after how far they had come together.
He dint know what to say further. It wasn't his fault this time, maybe he should have been careful enough to see what his words were doing. But, then that was something he never took care of- his words. Because she understood the feelings beyond his words. But, here she was today vulnerable, insecure before him. For the first time lashing out at him.
She pushed away his arm that had made to her elbow once again.
He hugged her instantly, for that was all he could comprehend . He knew she needed that embrace, that protection. He wanted to let her know, no matter what he would hold on to her, because his dear life depended on her.
She cried bitterly in his arms. The only place where she could afford to let her heart out. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tightly to him. " Your words matter to me Shivaay, ...I Love You Shivaay. I would die..
He dint let her complete that, quickly breaking the hug and taking her lips in a soothing kiss of reassurance and love.
One thing he knew that day, that his strong Anika had long hidden a weak spot within her, where there was darkness. The darkness within her she herself was scared of. He promised himself to back her up so that she could fight it all by herself. Those insecurities, those fears and that vulnerability, she would fight it all and come out victorious, for herself.
While deep down somewhere he had realised he still had that part of him still alive that was dangerous for Anika, that still possessed the power to hurt her.The one that had bruised her and threatened to subdue her. His little dark part. The fight within him still wasn't over. But he would fight and win not for her sake this time - but for the sake of his love. He pulled her closer, for at the moment all they needed was solace and strength which they found in each other!

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