Burns- TS

The moment she had seen him standing with the burning piece of wood in his hand, she ran like a maniac, refusing her brain even the time to process the sudden momentum of her actions. All she knew was that the man she called her husband was in this moment behaving like an absolute dumb head. What would a burnt hand do other than create a fresh set of problems or rather inconveniences for everyone, his personal work most importantly.

As soon as she reached out to his palm and held it between hers, as gently as she could and dragged him along to provide the quickest first aid she could think of. He would flinch every now and then but his eyes, they were solely transfixed onto his Bhabhimaa. For the first time in her lifetime, she felt questions rising in her head about the decision the woman her husband so devotedly worships had taken. After they all were gone and when he had retorted as to how it seemed she felt more pain than he himself, she swallowed the lump rising in her throat. Were eyes really mirrors of the soul ? Did he also know about the inner turmoil she was going through at the moment ?

And that was when another realization dawned upon her - he was always the first to read her eyes, her mind, her heart and her soul. Wait, wait, hang on! The last two points were really over the top, her mind clarified. Or maybe she was too high headed to accept the truth. These chain of thoughts were again messing up with her mind as she decided to halt them and concentrate on the task at hand for the moment.

She couldn't help but recall the day he had tied his handkerchief onto her cut finger and had burdened her with his ehsaan. Well the score was settled for now, not that she wanted it to happen this way! The realization was painful that it hurt her to see him this way. She said a quick prayer to Somnath to remove all his miseries that were the cause of his unshed tears at the moment.

But again, in a matter of few minutes, they had exchanged a few words and were back to the origin. He had dragged her to his level with his hands on her shoulders, pressing them with such intensity that she was sure there would be marks left for her to see later on. Her transparent pink, polka-dot chunni was a mere excuse in the name of a duppatta she realized, as she felt the heat of his palm radiate onto her skin. His eyes were filled with rage, anger coursed through his veins, she was sure as he hurled every word at her, hurting all of her in the process.

She couldn't help but wonder which burn hurted more at the moment, the one she'd tended to or the one her heart felt right now. She just said what she felt after seeing him in such pain. But he had stormed off before she could say another word. Not this time ! Her words stopped him midway as she told her the words she had actually wanted to hear. She had already decided the previous night that now she would leave nothing unsaid between them, because if this had to work, then they needed to learn to communicate, beyond the taunts and sarcastic retorts that their tongues slipped with ease onto each other. And this time she wouldn't let go off her resolve so easily!

Lovely forumwaasis! Greetings 🤍.

I wrote down another aftermath from today's episode.

Do let me know how it was!

Happy reading 💛

Another beautiful piece! I hope you'll build on to this scene and continue further with Raavi's resolve. And who knows if she can probably make him see where he was wrong. Loved the part you mentioned about how her not being happy with his manhandling. Maybe she can voice that too him as well! The weekend is too long for us to wait.

Great work ..we want this ..some communication some progress . At least I want a scene where Shiva sees that his manhandling has left marks on her and promise to himself that he would not do it again..clash of opinions can be done without the manhandling

Loved her perspective on the scene! Very well written ❤️

So glad that you liked it 😃. As for the continuation, I'm afraid if I can build up anything further. If I would I'd definitely post it up💕

Thank you for all the ❤️

As he outstretched his arms and entered the room all he could think of was to take a long shower and sleep. But what caught his sight took him by surprise. On the bed was sprawled his always prim and proper wife sleeping without a care in the world. He thought as to why had she not showered and changed as she always did, a habit that she was slowly and unknowingly rubbing onto him. Perhaps, she was too tired to.

They definitely had a long day. Even though he had found some solace in the arms of his brothers but she, she had to run their share of household on her fragile shoulders, he thought when there was actually no fault of hers.

As he went closer to the bed he noticed that her duppatta was thrown aside as if a nuisance. It was then that he noticed some streaks of crimson not so prominent but present on her pearly white shoulders. He wondered what could they be and then the events of the morning played onto his mind as if a flashback. Guilt surged through his very veins where there was only anger at the moment he had done the deed. She had tended to her injuries and he had given her this in return. The shoulders he had termed as fragile moments ago, he had left his marks on them, marks of his anger.

Though unintentional, the damage was done. It was not how he had been raised. He would have to mend his ways, the realization seeping into his head. He quickly reached out to an ointment tube, unscrewed the cap and tried to amend his mishap. As his fingers ran through the imprints he had left onto her skin ever so gently, he could not help but be amazed at its velvety texture. How come he had never noticed this before. Maybe because he had never tried to hold her gently.

With her his ways had always been rough but it was high time he changed them, because no matter whatever they said and felt, they were married now. The tiny red stripe of sindoor adorning her forehead and his mangalsootra around her neck were enough evidence to remind him of the same. It was his duty to see that she never got hurt, and here he was the one tormenting her. Almost finished, he noticed the slight pout her lips were into, even in her sleep. He chuckled softly but as she began to stir, he knew he had to leave before she woke from her slumber. But he was late and her reflexes quick as she held onto his noninjured palm and said :

Merham lagane ka andaaz acha hai tera

Par behtar to yahi hota agar tune ye ghav hi na diya hota

He turned back only to look into her eyes for a moment and then rushed to the bathroom, making a mental note never to repeat what he had done today. She on the other hand already had a small smile playing on her lips. For she had realized that eyes were truly the mirror to the soul because she had seen the guilt of his actions reflecting in his orbs. Looking at the ointment he had applied, she was truly relieved for she had finally said all she wanted to for the day.

After all she had resolved, nothing will remain unsaid between them!

Lovely forumwaasis! Greetings 🤍.

I tried writing an aftermath to the previous shot I had written. Do let me know how it was!

Happy reading 💛

It's so beautiful.❤️

I wish something like this happened on the show 🥺🥺🥺