Shiva smiled as Raavi cuddled into his chest, letting out soft little snores, he had been watching her sleep since the past half hour, she looked angelic and he couldn’t bear to look away from her, her tiny little form nestled against his chest and her hands forming little fists against his chest, holding onto his vest with a tight grip, his smile widened as he brought her closer to his chest and she hmm’ed in satisfaction, his little bunny. He couldn’t help himself from admiring her beautiful face, it had never been like this before, he never thought he’d get to share such a dynamic with her, they were almost always all up in each other’s faces, arguing and ready to push the other off of a cliff if they had been given the opportunity to, but now? Shiva knew for a fact that he couldn’t go a day without looking at her or talking to her.
Just a glance at her smiling face made his day better, her soft smile made his heart skip a beat and he would find himself blushing at her smile, a wide one made her lips curve upwards like the crescent moon, her eyes crinkling and happy, she would barge into his life like a tornado, uproot everything and he would find himself wanting her to do it again and again, he had no complaints. His brother had always said that his life revolves around Raavi and the statement could not have been anything but the truth, she didn’t barge into his life and take it over, it had always been hers.
He was grateful for that midterm paper going wrong, eternally grateful it had brought them closer, made them act civil around each otters and within no time at all he found himself enamoured by her, every little thing she did, whether it was so feed the stray dogs outside college everyday, buying presents for the kids around the area, visiting old age homes to spend time with elderly people, taking care of him, picking up his notes and assignments for him everyday, making him his favourite food on occasions, she took care of him, she recognised that he was not always the Chattan that he made people believe he was, she understood him in ways no body else had ever, he smiled as he thought of how she had thrust a diary in his hands and has asked him to write down the highlights of his day, he had found that to be pretty stupid, but as he had started writing and looking back upon the pages and pages of messy handwriting, it was her name that stood out. He had lost count of just how many times he had mentioned her.
He pressed a kiss onto her forehead as he felt her move around on his lap, trying to snuggle in deeper into his chest, she was a cuddle monster and he had no qualms about that. Looking around he spotted one of Raavi’s books on love poems, deciding that she was not going to wake up any time soon he reached for it as slowly as he could, flipping to he page she had kept book marked, reading out the first lines.
“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how”
He looked at her as soon as he read those lines aloud, the first thought in his mind being that she should be kissed, she deserved all the kisses, hugs and cuddles of the world, his innocent little bunny. Smiling her ran an affectionate hand up and down her back, kissing her forehead again, his eyes wandered all over her face and landed on her lips, lips that were pouted and pink, lips he never thought he would finding himself wanting to kiss.
The rose-petal pink of her lips looked succulent against the ivory of her skin, the cupids bow dimpling beautifully and inviting him to kiss her, the dewy rose coloured of her lips tempting him endlessly, this wasn’t the first time he had thought of kissing her, he would kiss her but never her lips, her cheeks and her forehead would bear the brunt of his affection, the way her lips would curve into the softest smile made him want to kiss her endlessly. Unable to help himself he pressed a kiss to her cheek, close to her lips and she squirmed in his embrace. Instead of retreating like he usually did he kissed her again and again until she wiggled around in his arms, her hands gently let go of the fabric of his vest and crawled up to his neck, fingers twisting into the hair on his nape.
He finally looked up at her and into her eyes, his unwavering gaze made her flush and he noticed the flush on her cheeks, the rosy blush matched the shade of her lips, a delicate pink and suddenly Shiva found himself entranced with the way she flush pink, the colour spreading over her ivory skin beautifully, she looked like a rose, a freshly bloomed rose.
“Shiv”
“Bunny”
He rasped and cupped her cheek, loving the warmth of her creeping into the skin of his palm, the flush of her skin settling beautifully against his bronzed hand, she looked up at him and bit into her lower lip, the pearl white of her teeth going perfectly with the rose of her lips and he bent his head and tugged at her lush lips, rejoicing at the way she curled into him, his mouth covered hers in a deep and slow kiss and their eyes closed. They kept their lips pressed against each others, revelling in the feel of each other and basking in the love they shared.
As they broke apart, he opened his eyes and took in the way Raavi flushed pinker, eyes closed, her cheeks blazing warmth and her mouth swollen and rosy, his beard had scratched against her mouth and she had turned pink around the edges of her mouth and Shiva decided he loved pink too. He was falling in love with colours again, once as child and now as a man.
The curves of your lips rewrite history.
-Oscar Wilde
A.N: I hope y'all like this one!
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