Shivi FF :Lean On Me....

XOXO:

I posted this FF on Wattpad first, cuz I wanted to post smthng on IF that had ATleast 2 chapters 🤭🥲🥲

Skip this if u want 🙈😅:

For those waiting for me to update my other stores.... I'm SO SORRY....

I'm soo not into PS at the mo.

But I had to post this fic, I'm soo in love with the concept of this one....

Also, Cuz it makes me want to remind myself that I'm not just a "Angst" n "Depression" writer....(it's just smthng abt PS that I haven't written a happy fic)

N maybe this isn't a comic sort of happy fic, bt it's different 🙈

Chapter 1: Hands

Paper Rings

Quick A/N: The above song has nothing to do with this chapter, just that - I Love TSwift🤩🎶

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"You know, tera haath and mere haath Perfect Fit h" her cheerful voice brought him out of his thoughts. She was holding their interlinked hands up, and looking at them with adoration.

Their hands Did Not fit together at all. Rather her hand fit in his hand perfectly. But he would never correct her on this, cuz he was knew that she wasn't oblivious to the facts.

Also, from the years that they had spent together, one thing that he'd realised was....
There was Nothing like - a perfect fit

And that the hand that fit so easily in his, was the one that lead him, lead them.

He'd like to take a moment, and say it...
They Had Come A Long Way.

From the time when their hands were Chubby, to Bony , to Soft and to Calloused ....

For a year, her hand had been just as big as his, that year she'd towered over him ..... And had relentlessly teased him about being shorter than her

Another year, she'd brought Moisturizers and had tried in Vain to get rid of the growing Rigidness of his hand(palm). In her defence, his hand was supposed to be the best small pillow during lectures in school, it's softness was incompromisable.

His hands had bleed at times from small cuts..... Along the way, she'd started having her own share of cuts, burns, pricks and invisible_yet_present calluses.

There had been times, when either of them had held onto each other's hand and cried their heart out. And sometimes they had cried, for they didn't have the other one around.

Those hands had been sometimes entwined, sometimes held in a loose grip, sometimes joint together like a prayer, sometimes balled up in another's grip - to reign back the rage.... And sometimes kept away, for the distance between them had existed for a short while only to justify.... How much they liked being together.

These hands hadn't always been the clean ones, sometimes his had been muddy and dusty and reeked of Strong pungent Spices. Sometimes hers had been with traces of sticky glue, and dried dough and just smelt of too much Fabric.... But they definitely had a mind of their own, for they always reached out to grab onto the other ones.....

Thus,
She'd learnt, to every year sit down and draw Mehendi on their hands during festivals, for then atleast for a week they could pretend that they had the most beautiful hands..... Pretend that everything around them was pretty, pretend that those tasks that they had to do everyday, willingly-unwillingly did not exist,( or, just could wait)..

Hey! They did have beautiful hands. What if theirs weren't the softest and pinkest ones.
And no matter what , everyone else though
No matter which of theirs held the other one in a tight grip,
No matter who was about to let go, while the other held on to it clinging...
They had the best fitting hands, and theirs was a perfect fit
For they blood loved each other's hands!

And everything else aswell, ofcourse.....

So he just, brought their linked hands up.... And placed a lingering kiss on the back of her hand. It was a secret promis that he always made whenever he kissed her like that, it was a secret promise of Forever. Only he was quite sure that she made a similar promis every time she kissed on the back of his hand.

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Warning, I wrote this piece -with a pure heart.....😇
Meaning: do not let ur mind wandered to Second_thoughts😑 while reading this.... And if it does🙄- then it isn't the Writers fault ( that u have a one track mind)🥲

Ps. I had to give the abv. warning, for I am human too🙈🤷🏻‍♀️

Loved it Sapph ❤️

Had already read on wattpad

You have explained every emotion very beautifully ❤️

Chapter 2:

A/N : once again the abv song has probably nothing to do with the Chapter, bt just love Camila Cabello💖

Oh ! And Shiva Raavi are 9yr old here

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"Teri Akal kya Ghas Charne gaye thi" his raised and annoyed voice grabbed the attention of a few passerbys.

"Meri Akal kya Gaay(🐮) h, jo Ghas Chare" Her biting reply, caught him off guard.

But only for a moment, "Nahi, teri Akal, aur tu- Dono Chipkali h" he knew that sentence didn't make a lot of sense, but the girl beside him didn't actually talk sense most of the time. And if they were quarrelling, as they were now- while walking home from school..... There was no way that her tired mind would notice anything.

True to his logic, the Chipkali thought her next sentence was something really Savvy," Mei- meri Akal Chipkali!?" In came the statement Raavi Narayan Suprised gasp " Toh teri Akal aur tu Dono Gadhede!"

With that she pulled her heavy school bag higher and proceeded to walk ahead with longer strides.

Shaking his head at her antics, he skipped a bit to join the Angry Bird. In his defence for starting the battle, he had a point this time. She couldn't just go about being the Sacrificial Lamb! And especially willingly, On top of it, Never for Him!
As soon as he caught up with her ,he asked her again.... Just a bit sincerely though,

" Gupta Sir ko apna HW kyu diya - vo bhi mere Naam likh_ke? 2 lecture khade rehne bola us Bh- Pagal ne tuze!"

Raavi seemed to have taken his soft- or rather slightly softer ,tone as an olive branch, for she'd didn't bite back like the previous time, "Vo Girls ko 2 lecture Khade karte h, boys ko nahi...." Her hesitation to continue was not lost on him, " Boys ko vo- metal scale se.... 5 time on each hand ! Marte h. Tuze Daard hota na fir...." She turned to face him, her eyes slightly teared up and nose with a light tinge of pink. "Toh maine vo sochkar, mere HW pe tera Naam likh diya.... sorry"

Gods! This girl ! He wondered for a moment, whether it was possible- that God was soo busy making her Cute , that he forgot to put brains in her head!
Here she'd saved him from the Rakshas of their School, and then she was apologizing for it! He sent a quick thank-you prayer to Somnath for such a person in his life, and another prayer to bless her with brains!

He couldn't help but smile at her sweet concern.
"Sorry ke koi Zaroorat nai h! Tere sorry ka kya karu mai? Dukan me bechu!? Chal Pandya Store jake Icecream khate h.... Badi aai sochne vali"

The smile that formed on her face, made the tears disappeared instantly. She started taking about the different flavours that she wanted, even if she probably knew that his Baba won't allow her to have more that one. Just a few steps later, he held her backpack- rendering her to a sudden stop.

"Shiva! Meri bag chod, nai toh mei Darshan Chachu ko complaint kar doongi! Choood! ShiVa!!" She was soo loud! He'd have soo preferred to hold(close) his ears to save him of the biggest Noise Pollution in his life.

"Aey Maami-ke-bhen-ke-beti, bag de mere paas! Itni heavy bag leke gir jayge, vaise bhi tere aaj Anjar-Panjar dheele h." He pulled the straps of the bag off her shoulder, as he continued "Aur phir Muze- Tuze aur tere bag ko sambhalna padega! Vaise bhi, Gaarebo ke madat karne chayea! " He laughed out loud, as her face expressions shifted from Suprised_Annoyed -- to thankful -- to Irritated and Angry.

"Tu na rukh- mai batati hu Chachu ko, teri yeh harkatein" she shoved her shoulder at his, and he shoved her back.
They continued to walk in the direction of PS, their aimless banger, replaced with a peaceful quiet. Along with a few random shoves at each other....

Having the backpack off her shoulders- this was what Heaven was! Who cared for Rambha, Urvashi and Menaka when you had a Shiva! She would've thanked him for the courtesy, had he made a show of helping her. But they never helped each other for thank_you's.
She moved her shoulders about, and stretched as they walked. Her legs were hurting, she soo wished that he'd pick 'Her ' up insted of the backpack! Thankfully he'd taken the books_ka_booja from her. For adding a shoulder crick to swollen feet was not something her Maasi would take lightly to, and neither would her Beauty_sleep

Back to their short quarrel ,sharing HW had been a common thing between her and Shiva. Sometimes Dhara Di, and Anita Di would help her, while Gombi and Darshan Chachu helped Shiva. So they always exchanged HW, sometimes to copy down the other's work, or to just cross-check things. She didn't know what possessed her, but thinking of Shiva having Red Hands made her submit her work as his.

Well, he shouldn't have to pay for being the Un-official birthday planner for Krish! Her Shiva was just 9 year old! Dev could've done it, or even Suman Kaaki, if not Gombi the obvious choice for such a thing.

Probably it was for the same reason, that Shiva had taken the blame for her when she hit Rohan. The other 9 year old had been teasing her relentlessly about her short hair, a hairstyle that Raavi had chosen after seeing Tinker-Bell. She didn't loose her patience and calm like Shiva usually(unless it was Shiva on the recieving end), but that day though Rohan crossed the line when he scribbled 'tinkerbell' all over her workbook!

She had been soo furious, that she'd taken the same 200 pg. book and hit him, untill Shiva had pulled her back. Rohan ended up having a red arm, a brused elbow from the fall and a huge broken ego. When the class teacher had asked the class about it, Shiva had taken the blame. Not _so_suprisingly when she'd tried to convince the teacher that it was her, insted of that Bhootnath- No one believed her!

As a result, Shiva had been suspended from school for a day. Even if that was a happy occasion for the Bhootnath, she'd begged Maasi to get her Gulab-jamun. All of which were stolen and shipped to PN by Raavi.

She knew the offer for Icecream had been a similar one, but she wasn't gonna call out to that- because he hadn't called out to her either.....

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There's that, probably my First Second chapter to any of my stories!

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I know I'm guilty, bt that doesn't mean I bother 🤪

Okay! I can't seem to be able to add those songs: so

Its Paper Rings -Taylor Swift

And Easy- Camila Cabello

Originally posted by: VaishnaviG

Loved it Sapph ❤️

Had already read on wattpad

You have explained every emotion very beautifully ❤️

Thanks vaishu😍😍💖

U always win the prize of being first to read it on IF🤭

Originally posted by: sapphir

Thanks vaishu😍😍💖

U always win the prize of being first to read it on IF🤭

Really 😎

But this shows how Vella I am 😆

Originally posted by: VaishnaviG

Really 😎

But this shows how Vella I am 😆

Don't worry, u aren't the only one whose refreshing their IF page for new updates ....Every Half Hour🤭

Loved the second chapter 2 Sapp❤️

Shivi are cute as children 😍

This is just super adorable

Loved it ❤️