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Thank you so much guys for the warm response for my last OS , I have still not replied to the encouraging comments as I have been a little busy . Am so excited to see the first Shivika hug that I have controlled myself and not seen the spoiler video. The anticipation is killing me and I could not help myself and wrote this to kill time . My version of the Shivika hug
Honestly I can't think straight , she is in my arms scared, shivering , clutching at me like I am the only one who can calm her down, soothen her frayed nerves .
I glance casually at her wrist , the same wrist I had held during the Pooja and claimed Yeh he meri hone wali patni and then covered it up like it was an accident. How could I not know it was her ? The way I can encircle her entire wrist between my thumb and forefinger. Her buttery warm skin , the metallic feeling of her unique moon charms bracelet which were jingling as I held on tightly to what should have been mine , the way I can always sense she is around or in danger . I knew and I pretended for one selfish moment to announce it in front of my family , what I want , what I need , to my brothers a silent plea of help ,my way of encouraging them to meddle in my affairs and pull me out of the quicksand and darkness I am engulfed in.
I try to console her murmuring some assurance as I caress her hair , the same long cascading black locks which I have imagined fanned out on my pristine white sheets while I growl 'Say my name ' and she huskily whispers 'Shivaay' . How many times have I imagined waking up to her , her head on my chest my arms around her soft form as she snuggles closer Even though I deleted the video of the drunken night it constantly runs in my head on a loop where I rewind, pause and replay her cute antics.
Tonight she is wearing my dress, the dress I chose for her, the gift I hesitatingly gave her for Diwali hoping it would not betray how much time I had imagined her wearing it . The red colour really suited her complexion while the bold off shoulder blouse highlighted her slender neck and the back could set any red blooded man's desire raging. It had all started when Tia had asked her to model her clothes , which had left me fuming . I was furious at my fiancee for having the audacity to ask her to wear that small scrap of gold which barely covered her ,but a small part of me had stored that image which had resulted in many cold showers . The cold showers barely helped they always remind me of our games with water , well that s a story for another day .
I wrap my arms around her, losing myself to the moment but while Calculator Singh Oberoi is busy as usual, filing small details ,her hair, the way she smells , the way her cheeks feel as I brush away her tears , her ragged breath , the way my dress fits her perfectly , her front moulded to my chest while my chin rests on the top of her head .
I cannot help but wonder how far have we come , from the woman who made my blood boil to the woman who makes my heart race, from the man she cannot stand to the one whose touch assures her, from the woman I had vowed to destroy to the woman I run to protect, from being the man she despises to being the man who is number one on her speed dial, from bringing her to her knees - the sobbing drenched woman in white to going down on mine - accepting the wordless apology as the goons thrashed me ,from being Omkara and Rudra s the great Wall of Shivaay to Billuji sorry cat oops black cat .
In other words from Tadibaaz to Ishaqbaaz .
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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