What I envisioned ShiVi scenes to be like when this track began:
Shiva frowned when he felt a ghost-like touch on his back. He turned and noticed Raavi's pout. With a glare, he pushed her hand away and ignored how her pout deepened. Swallowing his self-doubt, he closed his eyes and tried to forget Sneha's taunting words.
Again, he felt the ghost-like touch. Opening his eyes, his body stilled as he tried to understand what nautanki his wife was playing on him tonight. He bit his lower lip as Raavi's index finger slowly moved across his back.
"What are you doing?" he muttered, finally getting enough of her and her touch. It wasn't fair at all... how was she able to give him goosebumps every time... whether she smiled or whether she touched him... while he gave nothing to her in return except tears...
An image of her crying on their wedding day flashed, and he bit his lower lip to prevent himself from crying himself. Out of all the girls in Somnath... why did he have to marry the one girl who was beyond whatever he could achieve?
"I'm trying to tell you something," Raavi whispered softly.
Shiva turned around with a frown, "Tell me something?" he stared at Raavi curiously. "What do you want to tell me?"
Raavi turned away from him and gazed up at the ceiling, "You wouldn't listen anyway."
He looked away and turned his attention on the ceiling as well. True. He wasn't willing to listen because he was afraid. He was afraid of hearing her say, "I've always hated you, Shiva! Hated you so much that I would never fall in love with you!" Or maybe he was scared she would say, "My friend is right." He didn't even know what to think at this point or what to feel.
Whatever hope he had for their future diminished with Sneha's words and died with Raavi's diary.
He became startled when he felt Raavi's warm hand grab his. Glancing at her, he was surprised when she seemed more focused on their entwined hands... he turned and noticed how smooth her alabaster skin was... completely unblemished and soft. Much unlike his own rough skin.
He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.
Raavi spread his fingers out so his palm was fully exposed. With her index finger she began to trace random scribbles. He was about to pull away, but Raavi held his hand tightly.
O... R... R... Y...
His eyes widened... was she saying what he thought? He turned to her, "S-sorry?" he asked her incredulously. What was she even apologizing about? She was the one who was wronged... Somnath's prettiest girl married a junglee bhootnath like him. She was like a shining star while he was like dirt...
She turned to him, "Sorry, Shiva," she repeated. Her fingers now latched onto his hand tightly.
"For what?"
Her lower lip quivered, "For e-everything. F-for Sneha's words... for the diary," her eyes lowered, "For all those times I made fun of you."
"W-why?"
"For crying on our wedding day, for not trusting you all those times," she continued. Her eyes glanced up at him, "Sorry Shiva," her free hand reached up to her ear and pulled on it.
Without even thinking about it, Shiva felt his heart become a little lighter. His fingers tightened around her hand, "Sorry, too."
"For what?" she glanced up at him with a frown. She sat up, "You can't apologize to me! It's my turn!! Don't steal my thunder, Shiva!!" she lightly smacked his chest and Shiva let out a laugh.
"Oh yeah," he pulled her close, "Sorry," he whispered teasingly.
Raavi frowned at him before smiling herself. She hugged and glanced up, "You smell like home, Shiva," she hid herself in his chest as she hid the smile forming on her face.
Instead we get this episode! 🤦♀️