My hubby from another mother - A Shivika Fanfiction -(On Hiatus)

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Here you go with the official start of my book, you can tell me about your thoughts in the comment section :)

I met Shivaay during my first day at University. Do you remember when I told you that I had kept the anxiety at the back of my head and tried to be more confident? That was pure bullshit! I tried to be confident, but you know my luck! I entered the class and tripped over my own feet. I fell and all of my books scattered on the floor. He was sitting next to the door at the front row and one of my books slipped under his desk. He picked it up and passed me a quick smile before handing me the book. I didn't even bother to return his smile due to shame and embarrassment. My cheeks were literally burning and were full of blood as I made my way through the class, mumbling a quick 'sorry'.

I sat two rows away from him and I didn't glance back at him even though I felt his gaze on me which seemed to be piercing my soul. The whole day was spent with me trying to avoid him, and I guess chance wasn't on my side because he was in every class of mine! As the last course of the day ended, I left being quite satisfied with my first day at the University. I was planning to reach home, have a nice dinner, call Daddy, and Gauri before going to bed.

But then all of sudden, I sensed that someone was following me. I turned around and I saw him!

'God I hope he's not one of these serial killers! It is completely absurd to think that but then... you never know what people hide behind their appearance....' I told myself and sighed with content when I saw the building where I live. I quickly got inside and he was still following me! I pushed the button to call for the lift and I could hear him breathing behind me. If he was a psycho why wouldn't he pounce on me right at that moment when we were alone? He got inside the lift with me and to my utter shock, he didn't press a button when I pressed the one for my floor. I shouldn't have been so confident... Oh, Lord! He was going to kill me!

We got out from the lift with me shaking with beads of perspiration running down my back. I was hell scared at the moment. As I neared my door, I looked furiously inside my bag for the keys and when I found them under my pencil case I sighed with relief. I was ready to open the door and then I heard him.

"Excuse me? You're in my class right?" He said with a husky voice which was literally making me go weak in my knees... I mean, damn! His voice was so deep. As I think about it now, I shall say that I was the psycho like I was scared of him, and just hearing his voice made me fangirl! Like what the hell!... Anyways...

"Huh... yes!" I stuttered as I turned towards him. Now I could see his eyes properly. Piercing blue eyes, as blue and as deep as the ocean.

"Great! I guess we're neighbors as well!" He chuckled while I stood there nervously. "I'm Shivaay, by the way. Shivaay Singh Oberoi." He forwarded his hand and I shook it.

"I'm Annika Vardhan Trivedi."

"Indian?" He asked.

"Jai Hind!" I couldn't stop myself, I wanted to make the situation less awkward for myself.

"Great a compatriot! I felt so lonely here by myself." He mumbled.

"Same to same!" I exclaimed with a small smile.

"Well... Mujhse Dosti Karoge?" He forwarded his hand and I shook it shyly. After we decided on a time to meet each other the next day to go to University, I went inside my flat and leaned against the door.

We didn't know each other well but I was really happy to have met someone from my own country who happened to live in the same building as I did. I called my dad to know about his day and Gauri's school then I prepared dinner. While I was cooking I went through my notes and got ready for bed after I was done eating.

As I laid in my bed, I thought about the day and my life in general. I thought about my momma Alia Vardhan Trivedi. She had been my best friend since the day I was born. And in each step in my life, I would try to think like her and imagine if the decision I had taken would have been the path she would have chosen. I missed her so much and I would always remember that time when I was four and my dad came back home with a newborn instead of my momma. To be honest, that day I had hated Gauri to the core. It had taken me weeks to accept this sister who had taken my momma's life to come to this world. But now I loved her, she was my lifeline. It was while thinking about my sister that I drifted to sleep, completing this new day.