Author: Diyaa

Shivaay looked shocked at an unconscious Anika in his arms. “God, I hurt her even when I don’t mean to! What have I done to her” He shook her gently and patted her cheeks as he called out her name. “Anika, Anika, wake up. Please Anika, I am sorry I lost control. Won’t happen again. Please wake up.” She gave no response. He lifted her up in his arms and was able to do so with less effort than he expected. “Just how much weight had she lost in the past three months”, he thought. He carried her outside the…

The black BMW came to a halt under the front entrance portico of Sunset-Point Resort. Om and Shivaay stepped out of the car. Their drive had been incredibly scenic. The air was pleasantly mild and the various floral plants and trees lining the inside of the boundary wall of the resort were dispersing an intoxicating fragrance in the gentle breeze. Shivaay felt a deep sense of craving within him to hold her in his arms. He had gotten used to such thoughts in most unlikely circumstances. She would suddenly appear in and dominate his thoughts in between meetings, conferences, workouts,…

Oberoi Conference room. Mr. Mehra signs a bunch of documents and then shakes hands with Shivaay and Om. “Congratulations Mr. Shivaay and Omkaara Singh Oberoi. Sunset-Point Resort is now part of Oberoi group of Hotels. The only reason I am selling is because I cannot manage this business anymore and my son is not interested in joining it. I just want to enjoy my retirement with my wife, my friends and children now. But I wanted a buyer who would respect me and my business ethics. I found that in Mr. Omkaara Singh Oberoi. The way he discussed this deal…

It was a bright, sunny, spring morning. The air was still crisp but the unpleasant chill was gone. In his room, a man dressed in a formal business suit quickly went through the contents of a leather bound folder. Making some mental calculations, he walked out of his room to another room two doors from his and opened the door. “Shivaay, are you ready for office”, asked Om. Yes, this suave looking businessman in short cropped hair was Omkaara Singh Oberoi. He still held on to a stubble but the full grown beard was gone. He looked with love and…

A lonesome man stared out of the window of his bedroom watching vacantly at the heavy downpour outside. The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm raging within his body, mind, and soul. He was completely consumed with agony, grief, guilt, and REGRET. It had been exactly one month since she had walked out of his life. He had pushed her out with his own two hands and had pushed himself towards absolute despair. Shivaay remembered his last meeting with Anika as if it had taken place a minute ago. The divorce papers had finally been made and delivered.…

Forced marriage tracks where one or both characters are tortured and subjugated into matrimony, later to be humiliated through various circumstances are common fare in Hindi TV shows. I find such tracks sadistic. But I am not looking for social reform through TV . I understand that this is light hearted entertainment so that people can forget their real life issues and enjoy a story, some romance, some comedy, and thrill and intrigue for some time. My bigger issue is with the fact that such tracks often ruin characterization and what we are left with are inconsistent, schizophrenic, and psychotic…