I Ain’t Sorry for Loving You:
CHAPTER 20 & 21:
Chapter 20: The Shock waves:
Shivaay’s POV:
No one from our family had attended the proceedings except my Dad. Her Mom had come to the court once or twice, but me and my brothers didn’t react seeing her, as no one in our family knew this was Annika’s Mom, due to her absence during the marriage rituals counting to ill health. The absence of the Oberoi family in the court was a tactic that Bade Papa had used to avert the Media from posing a fiasco. Me and My brothers successfully hid the truth from our family that this all had been planned and implemented by n9ne other than their own beloved Annika. But destiny did not want the truth to be under cover.
One day, an official from Netra Sharma’s firm had come for some discussion regarding the payments. Unfortunately, none of us, not even my brothers were at home. The storm up surged by the hidden truth, had started to bang the Peace Palace of the Oberois, violently.
My Mom called me in the Office and her words and their tone, described what had happened. Without wasting even a minute, I drove back to the Mansion.
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My Dad was silent as usual, but I just couldn’t pacify my Mom. She kept on bubbling with anger. My brothers were taking care of the curiosity of the rest of the family members. While all these problems couldn’t de tamed down, I saw my Wife entering the tapestry.
The things that happened after that shook her, silent tears drifted down her eyes, but strangely she didn’t counter react to any of the arguments that my Mom posed in front of all of us. She didn’t accuse my Dad too, and after a long hearing of all the blames, she quietly went off to our Room.
The angry rantings stopped after her departure. I went to affront to follow my Wife, but Rudra, once again proved his maturity. He might be my baby brother, but the way he had handled the situation along with O until I reached home, was really commendable. He was always sensible when it came to handling brittle situations, like the one we all faced few moments back.
“No Bhaiyaa, please don’t follow Bhabhi. She needs to be alone.”
O nodded in appreciation, so I backed.
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Chapter 21: His Eternal Love:
Annika’s POV:
I closed the door and sat down, crying. I wanted no one to come to me, no one, not even Shivaay. No but my heart said that I needed him, badly, very badly. Where are you?
I was cursing myself, I might have turned him away too, my mind asked me “Look , what have you done!” I would go crazy now, I am fed up of cursing myself.
May be I had forgotten to lock the door, it opened, I heard his approaching footsteps. As if sensing I was in dire need of him, he stroke my hair and wiped my tears. “Tears,” he said “I seriously hate them, especially yours” and I knew he was my life, again. What would I do without him, probably would die of grief and self accusation. He shielded me off all pains in his arms, but I distanced myself, thinking he just did all this customarily.
“You hate me, you should” I said, choking.
“I would never, not until I am alive. If I hate you ever, that would be the cause of my death,” he said with a faint smile.
“Cheesy enough,” I said smilingly, with my eyes giving out all my love for him. Every word was true, I knew it.
I gave in to his sweet embrace, everything came back to me again. His Mom cursing me, saying that she was sorry for accepting me as her own. But I heard a muttering, his sweet voice, repeatinh his Mom’s words, but soothing my heart. They went as – ‘I Ain’t Sorry for Loving You…….’
That was enough for a lifetime. My whole life was a lie, but his coming turned it as true as the Earth and the Nature; into a myriad of happiness, fulfilment and Love.
Nothing can unjustify his coming to my Life, not even my father’s death. We could have easily turned to bitter foes, fighting and cursing each other, on the basis of the gone days. But this was not my fate’s agenda, loving him was actually loving myself now, and we became the best of lovers. I rarely knew he’d become a part of my Soul, and the genesis of my story would start from him and would end at him.
I promised myself that my past would never cloud my beautiful present. His Love was eternal, I wish I could love him back, the way he has loved me. He never repented for anything, this time too, he stuck to his decision, his decision of loving me forever.
Shivaay, has not only been my Life, my Love and my everything, he has been the peacemaker all this while. He soaked in the heat of all the arguments, and persuaded everybody of my condition. Well, no doubt, he succeeded, and everything was back to normal, with me again getting accepted by the whole family.
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Epilogue: A Journey together
We were to leave for Australia, touring for a deal together.
I always had to go with him everywhere, there was not even a second that he would be without me. A damn protective guy, he is the best husband one could ever wish for. I never took him to any ofmy friend’s place, I knew they would get blistered of jealousy!
I generally have a tendency of being quiet during a journey. So I sat like a Monk, on the sprawling and comfortable seat of the chartered.
But as if to disturb me off my contemplations, he had to let his words wreck havoc on the silence prevailing. He kept on chattering about this and that, all to my utmost dislike. I just noddede to whatever I heard, and his antics kept on tiring my mind.
He suddenly asked me, in the mid of all the useless talks, “What am I to you?”
I had ignored this one too, thinking to be a mindless blabber, but as soon as I registered, I sprang with answer, totally irritated – “You’re my everything, now stop talking!”, pressurizing the last set of words.
I quieted him with this; while he was dumbstruck, I was smiling at my great accomplishment.
He gave me a cheeky smile, and continued to stare at me, smilingly.
To it, for the first time in a journey, I held his and rested my head on his shoulders, closing my eyes and basking in his essence.
He kissed my hand and held it tightly. Tilting his head towards mine, he kept quiet for the rest of the journey.
Studded in the silence, I continued contemplating of the amazing journey of my Life with him, surrounded by his Love and warmth.
I agree, despite of everything- ‘I Ain’t Sorry for Loving You’……………☺☺☺
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Friends, am done with the story, and now, do give your valuable feedbacks. Do comment this time, ‘cause this is the last piece of writing for now, from me. I am very busy, and many things are going in my head, a good plot is not among them at all. I am a self satisfied writer, I write when writing comes to me. The number of comments coming or the number of people reading the story has never been a issue for me. Expressing your views is a choice, it depends on you all whether you want to write it here or not. But the feedbacks that come always help a writer to progress. I have never and would ask for feedback, as I think my writing should talk to you all, not me. I said it would have a happy ending, and I did what I had said.
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