ShiVi SS : Splinters Of Ice - PART 5 - Pg 5 (Updated - 6th Sept) - Page 3

Originally posted by: GrilledCheese

beautiful! Shiva and Raavi are at a total contrast to their characters. I wonder if he will make her fall in love with life again ❤️

Thank you ☺️

Yes that they are.

Let's see what happens

Part 03: Key To The Closet

[N O T E - this chapter contains mention of self- harm]

"Amidst the silence of sincere words, never had I fathomed the first tear drop, being the key to the closet of locked memories and thus bringing in a reason for you to detest me"
- Shiva Pandya

A few days passed but none could forget the other. He hadn't been able to find out about her, considering he knew practically nothing about her. He also had a few performances to be done and so his attention diverted to it. But in the silences of the night, the first time he had gazed at her face, the way it looked would keep him awake and in untamed curiosity and unfathomable bliss.

She on the other hand had increased her share of self-torture, just so that the numbing pain would evade the thoughts of him frequenting her mind. The way she had built herself over years couldn't crumble just like that! He was the warmth which would thaw her iced self and that's precisely why, she pulled over curtains of detest, just so to hide what she did not want to name, something which would be her end in such a way that she wouldn't be able to revive herself ever again!
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The sound of the scissors chopping away at yet another letter echoed in the quiet ambience. Just as she was about to chop the next one, her hand halted abruptly at a light red envelope, which was unlike the other brown and white envelopes. Something in her compelled her towards opening the letter. Placing the scissors on the floor, she picked up the envelope and tore it open.

Dear Author,

Night sky -
Embedded in words
are feelings so deep
(This is a haiku written by me)

Bestowed with gift of words are you, weaving these tales which are the only ones I value the most as much as my music. For any musician, his music is his ultimate passion. But if there's something equalling it, they are your stories.

"And in the many stories written one can find, her own universe. Reality or imagination, it's still hers"

She could read no further!

A gentle caress on her head made her look up with a wide smile on her face.

"Papa, you read it?"

"It's marvellous gudiya! This one's so different from your other stories"

She smiled wide, elated that her story was loved by her father and said

" Thank you Papa! But how is this one different from my other stories?"

He smiled with affection and said

"And in the many stories written one can find, her own universe. Reality or imagination, it's still hers"

A lone tear slipped down her eyes betraying her ice cold stance since years.

"He sold you to us! That gives us the liberty to do whatever we want with you! So you better zip up and quietly obey us!"

Like that day all those years back, she dropped down on the floor, her head in her hand. The letter with the exact same words her father had spoken years back proved to be the key to the closet of buried memories of yesteryears, in which she hid her deepest pains. Stuffing it all in, she had locked and pushed it away within herself, with lots of efforts to come to this particular present that she's in. But once unlocked, this was potent enough to break all that she had built over years.

The door had opened which meant all those buried memories of years had slithered out, stabbing her heart similarly to how it had done all those years back!

"No!!!" she yelled out collapsing on the ground completely, trying her best to push those memories back. Her efforts did not go waste as she remembered that one instance which transformed her completely.

Wasted away she lay, tears too abandoning her. Wasn't dying better than leading this life of misery which was nothing but slow poison?
The faded glint of hope that had lingered till now too had left her, her orbs eerily shallow.

Her dreams were crushed, her self-esteem robbed, her hopes shattered and yet she was breathing! How could she still remain breathing when everything of hers was lost?
Her orbs then fell on the broken piece of glass on the ground. She dragged herself towards it and with great difficulty picked it up.
As soon as she did, she directed it towards her bruised flesh!
The blood trickling down and the immense pain which would make any person shout had a contradictory effect on her - she felt soothed and relieved.
Another cut, some more relief!
The more the cuts, the more the relief. She did not realise when she blacked out, her body exhausted of the cuts but her mind extremely satiated.
As it's said, poison cuts poison. And so similarly, pain cuts pain.

Since that particular day, she had started transforming bit by bit, turning every ounce of her to splinters, as sharp as knives and as cold as ice!

Bestowed - presented

Splinters - small, thin sharp piece of something like wood etc.

Unfathomable - incapable of being fully understood

Love,

PSR

This was posted by mistake 😅

yeh kya hey yaar😭painful past of raavi.🥺

Lovely haiku!

But the chapter was painful.. hoping for her life to change soon! ❤️

Interesting update👏

Raavi's past was painful😭

Originally posted by: GrilledCheese

Lovely haiku!

But the chapter was painful.. hoping for her life to change soon! ❤️

Thank you ❤️

Will it change.....maybe....

Originally posted by: Shivi_forever

Interesting update👏

Raavi's past was painful😭

Thank you ❤️

It was a lot more worse - the past I have imagined for her

Part 04: From The Past

"And thus started our journey of love and hate, a key to the closet of locked memories transformed to the first call of this battle"
- Shiva Pandya

It took her a lot of time to stabilise herself. The sorrow then transformed to enormous anger. She picked up the letter lying by and scanned it for a name.

Shiva Pandya

The name itself emnated a certain warmth, reminding her of that stranger she had met in the park that day. Were they the same by any chance?

Her teeth clenched and fists curled and uncurled at the anger bubbling in her. She immediately picked up her phone and instructed a particular person to find out about the guy behind the letter.

Some days later

Walking down the path, surrounded by trees she looked around, feeling the cold breeze over her face. With no thoughts frequenting her mind like always , she just looked at the tall trees and the mildly pleasant weather.
That's when she heard a voice which made her halt

Tere dil ka mere dil se
Rishta purana hain
Teri aankhon se har aasun
Mujhko churana hain

Mujhko churana hain.....
Mujhko churana hain.

The soothing melody and the pain starkly palpable in the voice made her stand rooted to her spot. Her eyes closed inadvertently as she began to feel the pain of the singer somewhere deep within herself.
She wasn't supposed to but she did! Moreover she did not even realise what she was doing.

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He hadn't known what he buried within, trying to just recall fond memories of a long passed childhood which gave him a lot but snatched from him as well, would ever come back to lend him as vulnerable as before. But sitting on the black seat of the restaurant, with everybody's eyes on him, his eyes spotted just one thing which was enough to bring back all that he thought he had let go of long ago.

A small family of 4 was seated at the corner. The father was feeding baby food to the little girl on his lap while she animatedly moved her fingers in the air, all the while slurping at what she was being fed. Opposite him was a woman elegantly dressed in silver, looking adoringly at her son who was eating his Mushroom noodles happily. This was a normal sight of a small, happy family but it brought back a similar memory to his mind.

A similar image of a family flashed in his mind. The woman there too was dressed in silver, her mangalsutra gleaming in the dim light of the restaurant. She was adoringly looking at her son too busy in stuffing his mouth with food. Right infront, a young girl dressed in blue frock was happily swallowing her baby food, all the while playing with the small spoon on the table, flashing her toothless smile every now and then.

"Mumma Papa Mishti " he silently murmured even as a lone tear drop trickled down his eyes.

Screech, shouts and then complete darkness. That was all he remembered when he woke up on a hospital bed, his head and arm wrapped in bandages. His leg was kept at an angle, wrapped completely by a white bandage stained red at all random places. His head throbbed with immense pain even as he felt himself at the edge of nowhere, the pain numbing his senses and also bringing in mild consciousness.

"Mumma? Papa? Mishu?" he whispered and kept chanting their names.

He felt a warm caress on his forehead and a soothing voice speak to him.

"I'm sorry beta but they are in the land of angels now"

And he was pushed back into the clutches of darkness again!

"Oh young man! Where are you lost? We pay you to entertain us by singing, not for you to dream with open eyes! Continue with the second song!" A rude and loud voice called out bringing him back.

"Hmm....
Yaa dil ki suno duniya waalon
Yaa mujhko abhi chip rehne do
Main gam ko khushi kaise keh doon
Jo kehte hain unko kehne do
Yaa dil ki suno duniya waalon.

Yeh phool chaman me kaisa khila
Maali ki nazar me pyaar nahi
Haste hue kya kya dekh liya
Ab behte hain aasun behne do

Yaa dil ki suno duniya waalon.....

The entire ambience turned melancholic as people had tears in their eyes hearing the pain in his voice. The man who had reprimanded him sometime ago too was standing with tears in his eyes. That was impact of his singing.

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She entered the restaurant in a trance as if her legs had a mind of their own. In the first time in years had she been so affected by Nothing had moved her till now! Maybe because she hadn't met him till then!

He ended his song and finally opened his eyes. The sight he saw left him surprised.

It was her!

She was standing right infront, lost completely. Her eyes were closed and she was swaying slightly.

"It's her!"
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Hey guys,

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Love,
PSR

Interesting update👏

Both Shiva and Raavi's past is tragic😭

Waiting for next