It was a rainy day, the roads were busy. On the terrace, she was enjoying the rain dancing and jumping happily. He watched as she danced, the continuous smile plastered on her face was all he wanted to see everyday. As she saw him, she stopped and looked down. As he witnessed this, he took baby steps towards her and stood behind her resting his chin on her shoulder blade wrapping his arms around her. “You look so beautiful while dancing, why did you stop?”, he complimented her and she blushed feeling his hot breathe on her neck and smiled.
He entwined his hand with hers and kissed her cheek and freed her from his arms still holding her hand and twirled her in the rain, she fell in his arms and he kissed her neck as she blushed. “OK Anika now let’s go inside else we’ll catch cold,” he said and they went inside. “Shivaay, come down for pooja,” his mother called out from downstairs. “Yes mom, coming,” he replied. “Anika, you too go and change OK, then we’ll go downstairs together, I will drop you to your house.” She frowned. “What happened?”, he asked. “I don’t have clothes,” she gestured him by her body language.

He opened her cupboard and gave her a red saree. “Who does this belong to?”, she signed. “I bought it for you only, so no worries, now go else mom will be angry,” he said and she went. Anika was of seventeen years old, she was mute since her birth, she belonged to a middle class family, she and Shivaay fell in love with each other at first sight in childhood, their families had planned to get them married later on, they weren’t just lovers but best friends as well, they knew each other in and out.
Shivaay was from a rich family on the other side but all he cared about was love. He had only two purposes in his life, first to give his family the best and second to make Anika free of complex she had because of her muteness, he cared for her and loved her very much. After the pooja was done, Shivaay’s mother Pinky distributed prasad among them and as usual Shivaay and Anika shared it, he ate half and gave the other half to her. He felt good while sharing it with her. He dropped her to her house.
“Who told you to go outside? Don’t you know you’re not allowed?”, her grandmother Sushma shouted on her. She wasn’t ever allowed to go outside as her grandmother and father Manindar thought that she’s a curse as she is born mute, only her mother Nimmi and Shivaay cared for her. He heard her shout and stopped on the doorway and went back inside. “Why? Why can’t she go outside? She also have a life like you people, I m witnessing all this since my childhood, no one loves her. Why?”, he said and her father and mother too came outside.

“She is your granddaughter right? She is daughter of both of you right? Does she really belongs to this family?”, he said to her grandmother and parents. “Her mother is alive right now, you don’t need to worry about her,” her mother said. “I am not feeling tensed for her, I am feeling pity for her, she is not a daughter over here but a prisoner, I will marry her soon and free her from this life of a prisoner, she don’t even have freedom of sitting between four people, you didn’t even allow her to go school, but I m happy my family fulfilled her wish of studying, ” he said angrily.
He felt Anika’s soft grip on his forearm and he looked back. She nodded in negative. “No Anika, you don’t deserve all this, but don’t worry, I m there, and I will do what I said,” he said kissing her forehead. She hugged him before he went and he hugged her back. Though she couldn’t speak, he could understand by her actions that she loves him just like he does. Opposites attract. Actions speak louder then words and her actions said about all the love she had for him. She smiled.

One day, Shivaay got a bad feeling about Anika in danger. He called her. “Hallo aunty, is Anika there?,” he asked worriedly. “Yes wait, I will call her but dear, you know she can’t speak, how will she respond?”, asked her mother. “No aunty, you just tell if she’s OK or not,” he said and she agreed. As she went to her room, she saw an unknown man in her room. “Who are you? What are you doing in my daughter’s room?”, she shouted. Shivaay heard her shout on the other end of the phone and got worried. He went there.
“Relax aunty, your husband called me for your daughter’s treatment, I am a doctor, Dr.Daksh,” he said. Just then, Anika’s father came from behind. “Yes, I called him, I never showed love for her, but I also care for her,” he said. “I am happy God shoved some sense in you,” she said happily. Shivaay too came there and Anika’s mother told her everything. He got happy on seeing some progress in relationships. The treatment continued for one year and she was getting better with time. In this one year, they even married each other binding their souls together forever.
Two years passed by their marriage. The day came for their anniversary. Shivaay was preparing a surprise for her. She also had a surprise for her. She was looking for something in her cupboard and finally found it and took it in her fist as it was a small thing. She felt her eyes palmed, she startled a little. “Its me, don’t worry, I have surprise for you so can’t move my hands from your eyes, come on,” Shivaay said standing behind her and guided her forward and downstairs. As they reached, he moved his hands from her eyes. On the small table, there rested a couple cake, it was a white rosette cake upon which a couple made of cake cream stood. Anika smiled seeing the cake. Both the families were present there. They cut the cake and made each other eat first and then their families. “Today, she has also planned a surprise for you, ready?”, said Anika’s father. She nodded in positive. She opened her lips and they started moving making a low voice. “Sh-sh-shivaay, th-thank you,” she spoke slowly. He couldn’t believe his ears, he smiled at everyone. “Anika, what did you say?”, he asked getting closer to her to hear clearly. “Shivaay,” she said again in a low voice. He got super happy along with everyone else and hugged her. “Thank you for loving me when I couldn’t love myself, I felt weak and never loved myself until you came in my life, I love you,” she whispered still in the hug. He smiled again as he heard what he wanted to hear since long. Love isn’t by beauty of the face, but by feeling happy by other’s happiness, knowing each other in and out without speaking. True love is heart to heart connection between two people, not everyone gets love but the ones who get are the luckiest ones.
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