Plot: When Annika felt embarassed due to not being able to speak fluent English.

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"Yeah, okay.No, Don't wait for me,I won't be able to make it up today" Shivaay spoke in his usual dominative voice,dressed in a ivory coloured three piece suit, complementing his milk white skin, over his phone to his P.A, Mishra.

"Yes, we shouldn't lose the deal" He ended his call with a sigh.

It was an important deal, and his presence was needed but his wife mattered to him much more than any deal.

His wife hasn't been in a good mood since she visited Sahil's new school, and the usual drama happened. Why the hell English speaking ability decides a person's capabilities?

He knew his Anika is the best-est.A perfect daughter-in-law, a perfect sister-in-law, a perfect sister, friend and most importantly a perfect wife.But no,this small thing called English always let her self esteem down.In her point of view if a person doesn't know how to speak or understand English is useless.Mistake is not her; society.

Since, childhood a person is being taught that to be successful one must know English.Hell no, Japan and China don't have English as their main language yet they are the most successful countries.

This wasn't the main topic of concern now, for what he was more concerned now was how to coax his sweet wife who has been acting to be fine from outside, but he knew something was not okay. She wasn't being the real herself. He needs to lift her mood.

Dragging his feet outside their bedroom,he went towards the garden, for he knew she must be there embracing herself in nature between those red roses that were yet to bloom.

Ahh,there she was sitting in the most isolated corner of the garden.

"Annika" He called her as he reached to her with fully clogged mind with several ideas of how to lighten up her mood.

"Huh!"She looked up starled sensing someone's presence; his presence.

"Are you okay?" He chided himself for asking such a lame question; ofcourse she was not okay but she won't admit.Stubborn!

"Mujhe kya hua hai, Main toh thik hi hoon" She said trying hard to mask her emotions which were clearly emotions of hurt.

"Annika, jo kuch bhi Sahil ke school mein hua wo sab tumhari galti nahi thi, tum kyu low feel kar rahi ho, English hi sab kuch toh nahi hota na? Acha insaan hona zyada important hai, aur main aajtak tumse ache insaan se nhi mila" He said kneeling infront of her, matching her level.

"Aap kehna kya chahte hai Shivaay?" He sighed, such a big stubborn was she. She won't admit.

"Annika, main tumhara husband hoon, saath phere liye hai humne. Main tumhe tum se bhi ache se janta hoon, tumhe kya lagta hai tum apna dukh, insecurities,hurt , mujhse chupaogi aur mujhe pata nahi chalega. Tumhare dil mein jo bhi hai bol do Annika, tumhe mujhse kuch chupane ki zaroorat nahi hai." He shifted her on his lap taking her by surprise but at the same time carresed her hairs whilst hugging her softly making her feel protected. Yet,a in small corner of her heart she still believed, she wasn't the one for Shivaay, he was perfect in everything; speaking skills, business, culinary skills, looks and even in family relationships and there she didn't even knew her family's name or lineage not even her surname.

She had convinced her mind that she didn't deserved him, he deserved someone who's as perfect as he is, yet she wasn't able to voice out her feelings. A part of her still yearned for his love and care, she didn't wanted to lose him.

"Shivaay, aap mujhe divorce de dijiye" She told with a heavy heart and glassy eyes. She can see the hurt flashing through his eyes before he reconcealed it.

"And what makes you feel ki main aisa karunga?" He spoke gritting his teeth, his hold on her tightening like she was his most priced possesion.

"Shivaay, hamari duniya bohot zyada alag hai, aap asmaan hai toh mein zameen hoon, hamara koi bhi match nahi hai. Aap kisi model  jaisi ko deserve karte hai, mujh jaise nahi jise apne surname ka bhi pata nahi ho" She lifted her head from his chest looking into his baby blue orbs which always radiated a serene warmth, but was blood red now.

"Do you think ki mujhe tumse acha koi aur mil sakta h? " He spitted angrily. "Get this straight into your head Annika, na main kahi jaa raha hoon na tumhe kahi jaane dunga. Jaise aasman zameen ke bina adhura h thik waise hi Shivaay uski Annika ke bina adhura hai." He didn't realised when his anger changed into hurt and flowed through his eyes.

"Sorry Shivaay, main aapko rulana nahi chahati thi" She wiped his tears and his nose which was red now, she laughed seeing it and teased him saying "Laal nakh wala billu"

She knew he was hurt and her words were the reason but what could even she do when she herself was living in the vulnerability of getting hurt by the society every third day. Yes, she doesn't want to lose him but at the same time wants the best for him, and in her veiw, she is far away from being perfect for him, she's not even an average.

"Come I will take you to a place" Shivaay informed lifting her up in bridal style not giving her a chance to speak and  carried her to his car and made her seat inside. All this while only she knows how she was bearing all those ticklish sensation that he made her experience.

"Shivaay hum kaha jaa rahe h?" Anika asked for the 3rd after Shivaay started driving the car.

"Annika hum na mangal pe jaa rhe h, aliens se milne" He said in a sweet voice, sarcastically to which Annika made a o shaped mouth as if she really believed him and was shocked at this discovery to which he shook his head with a sly smile muttering 'She's too cute.'

After a drive full of fun of what seemed to others but deep inside they know how much they were in pain at the moment. The constant fear of getting separated from your partner is something you can hardly bear without crying but here both of them were hiding it without even wincing, from each other for each other's happiness.

"Yeh hum kaha aa gye Shivaay" Annika asked once they were outside the car. It was very peaceful place with greenery all around, the atmosphere felt light and different, soft breeze blowing playing with their tresses and the mild sun radiated a different warmth. She could see a house like structure with a big cross on the top. Wait, is that a church? She wondered and as she turned to ask Shivaay about this she saw him coming from a direction with some candles and 2 small chits like paper in his hand. Annika didn't realised when he slipped out of sight while she was busy admiring the nature.

"Kaha gaye the aap Shivaay?" Her question session started again but Shivaay stopped her dragging her along with him inside the church.

"Shivaay yeh English?" She seemed embarassed when she couldn't understand anything that the person with white clothes and a cross whom she recognised as father said.

They were right now standing infront the deity of Jesus with father standing between them, recieting some lines from his book. She was feeling so out of place there. She wanted to run away but she knew if Shivaay was there with her than she can face anything.

"Repeat what I say, okay?" Shivaay assured her holding her hands and she gained back the confidence, she smiled warmly.

"Do you accept Miss Annika as your wife with almighty being the witness?" Father questioned Shivaay and he smiled with tears before answering " I Do".

At that moment everything just stopped for Annika. Was he marrying her again? The word wife echoed in her mind. She felt like she was dreaming. Shivaay loved her so much? Wait, love? Though he never expressed in words but she knew that he loved her dearly for his actions speak for him.

"Do you accept Mr.Shivaay Singh Oberoi as you husband with almighty being the witness?" Father turned towards her and she didn't knew what to say. Thousands of emotions going inside her. She was standing there frozen with wet eyes whereas Shivaay was looking towards her with loved filled eyes and a knowing look on his face, it felt as if he knew what was going in her mind. He nodded blinking his eyes with a bright smile but a happy tear slipped his eyes making its way through his cheek to his lips.

"I Do" She wisphered still believing it to be some sort of dream. This was all too beautiful to be reality.

"You may now kiss the bride"

Shivaay stepped close to her with baby steps and interwined his fingers with hers.

"I know Annika tum soch rahi hogi ki ye sab kya ho raha h Shivaay yeh sab kya kar rahe hai, par Annika aaj main tumse ek baat bolna chahta hoon. Tum jab se meri zindagi main aayi ho, meri zindagi main balti bhar bhar ke raita phela diya hai aur uss raite ko samatte samatte mujhe Kb tumse__. Anika main janta tum best deserve karti ho, aur main best nahi hoon, mujh me bhi hai kuch khamiya, I am not perfect but Annika mere liye tum perfect ho, ek perfect bahu, behen, bhabhi, beti, dost aur sabse zyada ek perfect wife. Mujhe pata hai main hoon tadibaaz kanji aakhon wala bagadbilla but Annika kya tum is bagadbille ko apnaogi, kya tum iss Sadu Singh Oberoi ko apne life m ek choti si ho sahi, jagah dogi, Annika. Meri life tum number one ho, meri first priority, kya tum apni life mujhe apna number one banaogi? Main janta hoon main thora pagal tha jo in stupid ideologies, naam khoon khandaan pe believe krta tha, par mujhe tumne sikhaya ki insaan apni pehchan khudh banata hai apne naam se apne kaam se nahi, mujhe pyaar karna tumne sikhaya Annika, mujhe ek robot se Insaan tumne banaya. I LOVE YOU ANNIKA! Do you love me too?"  He completed with tears in his eyes.

Annika was dumbfounded and didn't knew what to say, she was standing there with tears falling uncontrollably. She jumped on him and hugged him tight as if her whole life depended on him. She screamed "I LOVE YOU TOO, SHIVAAY!!!"

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I don't what I have written but bear with it...This was in my draft for so long...