Author: Cupcake

Howdy Doody peeps. I am back with an FF on Shivika . This one is inspired from the book – “Soldier and Spice” . In this Shivaay is an army Officer and Anika is his wife . It is written in Anika’s POV . Comments and Suggestions are always welcomed . Here is the first chapter : Happily Ever After. In a Theoretical Way, Of Course ‘Are we there yet?’ I ask for the millionth time, clutching my seat belt. ‘We’ll be there by eighteen hundred hours,’ Shivaay replies with a smile. His hands rest casually on the steering wheel…

Howdy Doody peeps . I am back with another OS on Shivika . I know I have a few other pending but this was was completed first . This one is around 18 years down the lane. (P.S. It’s really lame and no proof read so read at your own risk. Suggestions and Comments are always welcomed). Happy reading !!!!! $ You are ruining my life!” The yells coming from inside the room of Shivaay and Anika and could be heard by anyone who passes through it. The servants outside of it simple shrug their shoulders at each other,…

Hey peeps!!! I am back with another OS. This is a lame idea which came to into my head and I wanted to try it out . It will have two or three parts depending upon the story as it progresses. (P.S. No proof The Oberoi’s sat in their well lit drawing room each lost in their own thoughts. Dadi saw them all and sighed. “Why does my family always have to face problems lord” she asked the all mighty. Tej looked at his mother and then at Janvi, who had unshed tears in her eyes. “What did the doctors…

(First of all a very big Thank you to each one of you who read and commented on my previous works. Your comments are really appreciated. This is a random shot ,complete fluff and no proof reads so read this at your own risk) The sky was dark with sinister black clouds and the wind howled, baying like a wolf into the night. The first crack of lightening rent the air and within seconds the boom of the thunder echoed through the walls of Oberoi Mansion. Soon the rain fell as if from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the…

Though it was barely March and wind and rain had battered Mumbai for days, the weather was wonderfully warm and sunny as Anika stepped carefully out of the car, the newborn baby cradled lovingly in her arms. Shivaay stepped out after her and held Anika’s shoulder looking at their new born daughter. She was asleep in her mother’s arms.A testament to the hours the gardener had invested in the garden, the neatly tended flowerbeds were bursting with daffodils and crocuses and Anika was already imagining sunny days spent outside with Ansh and other kids splashing about in the paddling pool…

Ansh is crying. It’s not the sort of little sniffles here and there, maybe a few whimpers sprinkled in. No. It’s the loud, red-faced wails and screams coming from the kid’s tiny mouth. Shivaay blinks his eyes open, sighing as he stares at the dark ceiling. It takes a moment, but he manages to scrape up the few bits of strength needed to roll off the bed. Ansh is still crying. Shivaay stumbles over to the crib, glancing back at the bed to make sure he hasn’t woken Anika. Except she isn’t there. Right. She’d gotten up for an early…

Hey guys amidst all the separation and remarriage tracks. Here’s a small OS for cheering our moods. (Note: This is an alternate reality. In this OS , Shivaay and Anika live in New York along with a few family members . Basically they are NRI’s and they follow those traditions.:) The kitchen was an enormous mess, flour was everywhere, stacked trays in the sink, an oven bearing heat, and littered pieces of stray cookie dough all over her countertops. The giggling of her children was enough for her to overlook the mess they made. “Here Ansh ,” She handed him…