Beautiful...
continue sooon
I hope they talk... and I think Shiva came to meet her
Thank youu đ¤
They will eventually...as soon as I make them talk đ
@bold- yesss maybeee
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Beautiful...
continue sooon
I hope they talk... and I think Shiva came to meet her
Thank youu đ¤
They will eventually...as soon as I make them talk đ
@bold- yesss maybeee
Originally posted by: barbieflora
Loved the story!!!!â¤â¤â¤
Flashback scenes seamlessly blended with the current track! It was perfect.đ
It's soo cute that you had to listen to sad songs to get in the sad mode
With the current separation, I don't think my heart can deal with a NDE too. So I'm glad that didn't happen đ
Aww thank you kia!â¤ď¸
@bold- hahaha mujhe dukhi hona pasand nahi, but the show did that for me about 75% and I made it 100% by listening to some songs đ¤Ł
I agreeee! Mujhe khud NDE nahi chahiye so I won't make you guys suffer (for now) đ
Hello Shyna di..... Wonderful, wonderful piece!!!! Please, pretty please, update as soon as you can? â¤đâ¤
Raavi realising her mistakes in itself is more than half off all their problems solved because in my opinion, Shiva is a much, much more mature person than Raavi is and will hopefully, catch onto her cues super quick...
Wonderful â¤ď¸ Wish the show had this- Raavi realizing Shiva's worth in her life and pining for him
Originally posted by: Pottermeow
Hello Shyna di..... Wonderful, wonderful piece!!!! Please, pretty please, update as soon as you can? â¤đâ¤
Raavi realising her mistakes in itself is more than half off all their problems solved because in my opinion, Shiva is a much, much more mature person than Raavi is and will hopefully, catch onto her cues super quick...
Aww thank you for the kind words!đ¤
I will try to update soon â¤ď¸
Originally posted by: funny_fubar
Wonderful â¤ď¸ Wish the show had this- Raavi realizing Shiva's worth in her life and pining for him
Thank you â¤ď¸
@bold- haha don't we all *sighhhhh* I still have some hope left...about 20% đ
Part 2: Woh Mera Sagar Bhi Hai, Aur Woh Hi Saahil...
Shiva sat on his bed as he looked around his room, feeling like something was amiss. His eyes wandered over every corner of the room as he imagined what Raavi would be doing if she was present at that very moment.
She would probably move around clumsily as she put all of their stuff away to tidy up the room. In the process, she would stub her toes on the edge of the bed. A string of unpleasant words would escape her mouth as he would laugh at her misfortune. She would stare back at him with a pout forming on her lips while her eyes would do the opposite as they would light up with flames. Growing annoyed with him, she would pick up a pillow and throw it at him. He would catch it and tease her for her terrible aim, egging her on for more. A pillow fight would ensue between the two, much like many times before, and it would end with them being exhausted and lying beside each other with an undecipherable emotion in their eyes.
Shiva sighed in discontent when he couldnât stop his thoughts from wandering back to her. Nothing he did helped him stray away from the abysmal depths of his thoughts regarding her. She wasnât there with him yet his heart, mind, and soul were preoccupied with her, and only her. Nothing else mattered. Every little thing reminded him of her. He shook his head, standing up, and walked over to his closet to pack some of his things. He didnât feel like staying in the room anymore. It didnât feel the same. Not without her. It lacked color; it lacked liveliness; it lacked chatter; it lacked warmth; it lacked her, Raavi. His chipkali. He squeezed his eyes shut as a fleeting image of her smiling raced across his mind. His heart clenched with a sort of pain he had slowly grown accustomed to after developing feelings for her. He thought sending her away would do both of them good, however, his state had deteriorated. Neither could he sleep in peace, nor did he feel like eating. He didnât mingle with family anymore. He spent longer hours at work to avoid everyoneâs questioning gazes. It was becoming more and more difficult to deal with the consequences of what he had done.
As Shiva was pulling out his clothes, his hand brushed across a blue fabric. He picked it up to inspect it and found a dupatta. It was Raaviâs. His hands lightly grazed over it as he slowly lifted it up. Would it smell like her? He wondered. He smelled a faint scent of orange blossom and he fisted his hand as it closed around the dupatta tightly. The scent was fading and a sharp pain pierced his heart at the thought. He knew that slowly everything related to her would fade around him but it didnât hurt any less. His eyes caught on another black fabric and he pulled it out to see the shirt she had gifted him. She had indeed been spot-on with his preference. He reminisced over that moment as a heady sensation coursed through him. While he had feigned being angry with her at that moment, his heart had been feeling something completely different. He was hurt by the way she had laughed with his brothers at him. But the hurt stemmed from the fact that she had never laughed with him that way before. It was always at him, but never with him. When she had brought him that shirt, his heart had started to grow hopeful so he decided to crush all hopes so as to save him from inevitable heartbreak. It of course didnât make things easier. But he put on a strong façade and lived on. Itâs what he always did.
He folded the shirt and put it back inside with the rest of the things, changing his mind about leaving the room. While it ate him up from inside, he knew sleeping outside was not an option. Especially not when he was still clinging onto her dupatta. He locked the door and walked over to his side. He hoped this would ease his pain. He hoped it would help him to catch some sleep. He hoped it would make it easier to see life from a new perspective. But it didnât, for he was still holding onto her and her belongings.
Their fateful argument replayed itself within his mind and his eyes watered with unshed tears. His harsh words to her clawed at his heart. He wished he could take them back. He wished she could have somehow understood the storm brewing within him. He wished she would have understood that he had a reason for losing his control. He knew he shouldnât expect that of her when he never even conversed with her properly. Yet somehow, he had hoped she could have understood him given their childhood dynamic. Those friends of hers had pushed him past his limit. He couldnât have reigned in his anger even if he wanted to. He deserved the slap he got. He knew it. But somehow, it had only broken him further. He didnât feel enraged at her for the slap. He felt defeated and he had finally let go of the little hope which had tethered him to her. He decided to set her free. He loathed himself for hurting her. He despised himself for making her cry. But he thought this minor bump in her life would save her a lifetime of sorrow and remorse. She would be happier that way, or so he thought.
A lone tear escaped his eyes when he relived the moment she walked away from him. He remembered how hopeful she had looked when her pallu had caught on a bike and she had thought it was him. Yet he decided to let her go. An apology from him would bring her back but he didnât want her to live a life full of compromises. He knew her soft-natured heart would forgive him if he tried but would it be worth it? Would it be worth the lifelong hurt that would follow them after? He often thought about the regret which would etch itself in her eyes maybe ten years down the line when she would realize the mistake she committed by staying with him. When she would realize how compromising with him wasnât worth it. When she would realize she could never love him. He wanted passion. He sought comfort. He yearned for pure, unadulterated love which he thought Raavi would never be able to put forth in their relationship given her opinion about him.
He clutched onto her dupatta tightly as his thoughts haunted him. Sleep seemed like it was miles away. All he could do was dwell on the what ifâs and the could beâs. He hoped he had done the right thing. After a week of not seeing her, he had convinced himself he had been correct in his decision but as he pulled her dupatta to his chest, he didnât feel confident in his actions anymore. He stared at the ceiling, restlessness constricting his chest within its confines.
This became a routine and he spent another two weeks in the same manner. He became a mere shell of who he used to be. He spent most of his days outside the house, either working or spending time on his tree. He would come back at night eating very little and then he would retire to his room. Every night, he would grip her dupatta to make up for the void she had left as he tried to sleep. His thoughts, of course, wouldnât let him. He would lay awake, going over his words and the words she had said. It would hurt him to replay her words, but he did it anyway, hoping it would help him move on. But it did nothing of the sort. All it did was make him lament over the loss of his relationship with her. All it did was make him miss her a bit more every day. He felt incomplete. He missed her voice, as annoying as it got at times. He missed the melodic sound of her laughter, even when it used to be aimed at him. He missed the way she would look at him with a fire in her eyes; a kind of fire which she had reserved for him when she challenged him. He missed the way she felt when he held her; the softness of her skin against the roughness of his own. He missed the warmth she offered with her presence; the way she would fill his world with colors with her vigor and charm. He missed the way she would interact with his family; the way she made them her own and cared for them with so much love. And as he realized how much he missed her, he couldnât help the tears which would fall on their own accord.
*****
It was around 10 am when Shiva was leaving for work when he heard his bhabhiâs phone ring. He stopped in his track when he heard the mention of Raaviâs name. He looked at his bhabhi inconspicuously, trying to gauge her reaction to whatever was being told to her from the other side of the phone. He saw concern etched on Dharaâs face which made an unsettling feeling take place in his heart. It had been three weeks now since he had seen her. Only he knew the amount of control and self-reproach it took to keep himself from running to maamiâs house to check up on her. He felt his will to stay away from her break when he saw Dhara running to Gaumbi. He followed after them and hid behind a wall to listen in on their conversation. He knew it was wrong, however, it didnât matter to him when Raavi was concerned.
âGaumbi, abhi abhi Anita ka phone aaya. Ussne kaha ki Raavi behosh hogayi subah subah. Usski tabiyat kuch theek nahi rehti aaj kal. Mujhe uss bacchi ki bahot fikr horahi hai. Wahan Raavi aise haal mein hai aur yahan Shiva ka bhi kuch aisa hi haal hai. Inn logon ne toh ratt lagayi rakhi hai ki ek dusre se milenge nahi aur naahi baat karenge pann aise karte rahe, toh inka rishta kaise sudhrega? Apna khayal kaise rakhenge agar yahi zidd laga kar baithe rahenge? Mujhe kuch accha nahi lagraha, Gaumbi. Mujhe samajh mein nahi aaraha main kya karun? Kaise samjhaun inn dono ko? In dono ka saath toh ek dusre ke liye hi bana hai. Hum aaj hi jakar Raavi se milkar aayenge. Pata nahi kaisi hogi. Aur agar woh baat karna chahe toh hum usse-â Dhara stated in panic.
âDhara. Shaant hoja. Dekh, aise chinta karne se hum mein se kisi ko bhi kuch haasil nahi hoga. Abhi usski tabiyat kharab hai na, toh hum usse jakar milenge zaroor lekin abhi usse inn sab cheezon ke baare mein baat karna sahi nahi hoga. Usse pehle theek hojane de. Phir baat karenge lekin agar woh chahe toh. Hum unnko force nahi kar sakte kuch bhi karne ke liye. Yeh unn dono ki zindagi hai. Saath toh unn dono ko hi rehna hai aur apni apni galatiyon ka ehsaas bhi dono ko khud hona chahiye. Hum bas unhe support de sakte hai. Force karne se kuch nahi milega, na humme, na unnhe. Tu samajh rahi hai na main kya keh raha hoon?â Gaumbi asked calmly and Dhara reluctantly nodded.
Meanwhile, Shiva stood outside, stunned at hearing the news of Raavi fainting. Worry laced itself on his face as he thought about the state which she must be in. His heart trembled at the thought of something happening to her. No. She would be fine. She was a fighter. Letting go of his self-control, he knew he would find himself by her side today. He had to see her. He had to make sure she was okay. Until he didnât see her safe and sound with his own two eyes, his heart would cease to rest.
While working, Shivaâs mind kept shifting back to Raavi and what condition she must be in. His concern for her hindered him from concentrating on work, and so he gave up on it and left the store for the day. It was around 5 pm when he saw himself standing in front of maamiâs house. His hands raised to knock on the door but stopped midway. Was he doing the right thing by appearing at her house suddenly? What would she think? Would she even want to see his face? All these questions flitted across his mind when the door in front of him opened up and he came face-to-face with his maama. Jagat looked relieved to see him and ushered him inside. He permitted Shiva to see Raavi and let him know that Anita and Prafulla werenât home. Shiva let out a breath of relief and walked towards Raaviâs room. His hands shook while holding the doorknob before he finally gathered the courage to turn it around and enter her room.
As soon as he entered, his breath caught in his throat when he watched her unconscious figure lying on the bed. His eyes watered as he moved closer, observing the dark circles under her eyes; the hollowness of her cheeks; and the paleness of her once vibrant skin. A soul-shattering pain consumed his being as tears flooded his cheeks, a thunderous lightning bolt striking his heart. He sat by her side and gently gripped her hands with his. They were cool to the touch and he slowly rubbed them, warming them up.
âAe chipkali...â A gentle whisper escaped Shivaâs lips.
âYeh kya halat bana rakhi hai apni? Khud ko tu Somnath ki sabse khoobsurat ladki maanti hai na toh phir aisa kyun kar rahi hai khud ke saath? Tujhe dekh kar lag raha hai ki na tu acche se khaati peeti hai aur na hi soti hai. Tu apna khayal kyun nahi rakhti? Bacchi nahi hai ki kisiko tera dhyaan har waqt rakhna hoga. Ab toh main bhi nahi hoon tujhe satane ke liye...toh phir kyun aisa behave kar rahi hai? Tujhe maza aata hai mujhe aise takleef de kar? Badla lena chahti hai mujhse? Maine tujhe khud se dur kar diya issliye? Lekin maine aisa kiya taaki tu khush reh sake, taaki tujhe teri aazaadi mil jaaye, taaki tu apni zindagi apne marzi se jiye, bina kisi compromise ke. Par tujhe iss halat mein dekh kar aisa lag raha hai ki usska ulta horaha hai...mujhe kuch samajh mein nahi aaraha. T-tu-tu uth aur mujhe khud bata...kya maine sahi kiya? Ya phir kya maine apni life ki sabse badi galati ki hai iss rishte ko tod kar?â Shiva managed to choke out in between gentle murmurs.
Shiva intertwined her hand with his and brought it close to him, placing it against his chest. His other hand wandered on its own accord and gently caressed her forehead, before moving down to her cheeks. With almost a feather-like touch, he stroked her cheeks, wishing for her to get better soon. As he sat there, letting her presence soothe his deprived soul, he noticed her eyes fluttering. Her eyes opened and closed immediately, making him drop his hand. As much as he wished to take a look at those amazing brown eyes of hers which captivated him like none other, he wasnât sure how to face her yet. She might not want to see him either. His self-doubt took precedence and he took a step back from her. He took another step back, as heart-wrenching as it was, and quickly left the room before he gave in to his desire to stay by her side.
He muttered a quick goodbye to his maama, making him promise to not let anyone know about his visit to Raavi. As he left, he couldnât help but feel like he was leaving a part of him behind with her. It had barely been 5 minutes since he saw her, yet his heart wanted more. It longed for more; his heart yearned for a kind of forever with her. He looked up and sighed as the overcast weather made itself more prominent. Little droplets of water fell upon his skin as he walked to his comfort place; his tree. The weather didnât help his sorrows. The gloomy skies deepened his guilt and fear as his mind went back to the image of her lying on her bed, unmoving. He pondered upon his actions and their consequences. Were these really just tiny bumps in the road or was he misinterpreting a huge storm as a minor setback? The rain intensified as his thoughts fogged up with uncertainty. Was it a sign? He didnât know what to make of it.
*****
Three days later, Shiva was working at the store when an elderly woman walked in with a grocery list. She had been here before and he remembered the warmth she provided when she walked in the last time. It had been a while. He smiled at her and took her list, beginning to assemble all the things she needed. As Shiva worked in a haze, his thoughts whirred between work and the turbulent phase of his life. He shook his head in hopes of clearing his head when the lady spoke up, sensing something wasnât quite right with him.
âBeta, main nahi jaanti mujhe kuch kehna chahiye ya nahi lekin tere aankhon ko dekh kar lagta hai ki jaise tune pichle kuch dinon mein bahut kuch khoya aur saha hai. Pichli baar jab main aayi thi toh tere aankhon mein ek chamak thi jo ab kho gayi hai. Main nahi jaanti kya hua hai par tajurbe se ek baat keh sakti hoon, khud ko apne soch mein itna mat uljha ki jeena mushkil hojaye. Khud ko iss duniya se itna dur mat kar ki tu akela padh jaye. Tere aankhon mein jo kami mehsoos horahi hai uss se mujhe apne khud ke jawani ke din yaad aagaye. Maano ya na maano, main bhi teri jaisi thi. Kuch zyada hi sochti thi aur apne baare mein toh bilkul bhi nahi. Hamesha dusron ke baare mein sochti rahi aur aisa karte karte, main ek aisi galati kar baithi jisse maine apna sab kuch kho diya. Jitna maine tujhe jaana aur pehchana hai, tujh mein maine wahi khoobiyaan dekhi hai. Ek baat kahun, khud ke baare mein bhi soch liya kar. Kabhi kabhi khudgarz hona acchi baat hoti hai. Kya pata tujhe shayad tere takleefon se bahar nikalne ka raasta bhi mil jaaye.â The lady spoke with a smile. Shiva listened to her completely baffled. He didnât know how an almost-stranger was able to read him, and speak to him so convincingly, but he was glad she did. It made him feel lighter in a way.
He thanked her for her words of comfort before packing her things in a bag.
âAap chaliye, main aapko bahar tak chhodh aata hoon.â Shiva said as he walked out with her things. He hailed her a rickshaw and helped her into it before waving goodbye.
âKhush rehna beta. Agle baar jab main aaungi, toh tere aankhon mein pehli wali woh chamak zaroor dekhna chahungi.â These were the last words she said before the rickshaw drove off.
Shiva felt a warm sensation engulf him as his eyes watered. He felt someoneâs gaze upon him. He turned around and his eyes zeroed in on Raavi. At that moment, he felt his surroundings disappear as his entire focus shifted to her. He felt his breath come out in slow pants when he saw those doe-eyes of hers which he had been missing for three weeks. He gulped deeply as he took in her appearance. She looked as angelic as she always did in her lilac kameez with two hoop earrings adorning her ears. Simple and elegant as always. But she was missing something; her signature smile: the same smile he had come to adore. The twinkle which used to embellish her eyes was amiss as well. He frowned and his hand fisted in his palms as it took all of his energy to not reach out to her; to not pull her into his arms; to not want to make all of her hopes and dreams come true.
Suddenly kaka approached him to ask him about a couple of items. He reluctantly looked away and helped him out as quickly as possible. He felt a little bit of his resolve chipping away as he longed to turn back around and take another glance at her. The ladyâs words from a couple of minutes ago rang in his ears. Could he really be selfish? Could he really think about himself for once? As her words echoed in his ear, he looked up with renewed determination and decided to converse with Raavi.
By the time he turned around, she was gone. Disappointment consumed him as his gaze hardened. Of course, she left. Why would she want to talk to him? He had wronged her. She was right in not wanting to see him. He walked back to the store, feeling his insides churning with grief.
Little did he know that she only walked away because she thought he had turned his back on her.
*****
A week later, Anita came to Pandya Niwas to meet Dhara. While Shiva was having breakfast, he overheard their conversation. Raavi wanted to pursue her master's and was applying for admission soon. In the meantime, she had started giving dancing lessons to children at her home as a way to pass time. Shiva felt his heart swell up with pride and he tried really hard to not give his thoughts away. He knew his chipkali had a knack for dancing. She was always ready for a dance session. What most people didnât know was that she had taken professional dancing classes back in her teen years. She was really passionate about it. An urge to see her in action grew in his chest as he tried to ignore his heartâs yearning.
When a couple of days passed by and the urge to see her didnât subside, he found himself standing in front of his maamiâs house, once again. He should walk away. Thatâs what he told himself but his feet led him forwards, refusing to listen to him. He could hear music blaring from the house and his heartbeat quickened in anticipation. Before he could knock, Anita opened the door and looked at him in shock.
âShiva? Tu yahan?â
âWoh..main-main bas aise hi paas se guzar raha tha aur...aur...main...â Shiva stammered trying to come up with an excuse.
âRaavi se milne aaye ho?â Anita spoke as she tried to hide her smile. She was used to their antics since childhood. She knew things were a bit more serious this time, however, she had faith that these two would give in to whatever feelings they had developed.
âNahi!â Shiva said a little too quickly. âMain usse milne nahi aaya. Bas ek baar...â He trailed off as he realized he was about to reveal his thoughts.
âDekhna chahte ho usse haina? Mujhe sab pata hai. Ab tu mujhse ya phui se toh milne nahi aaya hoga.â
Shiva averted his gaze thinking about turning back and walking away when Anita spoke yet again.
âTum andar aa sakte ho. Usse dekhna chahte ho toh dekh lo. Main usse kuch nahi bataungi. Dekh Shiva, yeh tum dono ke beech ka maamla hai. Mujhe inn sab mein nahi padhna. Bas main itna chahti hoon ki tum dono ka sulah hojaye. Ab yeh kaise hoga, woh toh tum hi jaano. Aur agar usski ek jhalak dekhne ke liye tu itna bechain horaha hai, toh main kaun hoti hoon tujhe rokne wali? Chal, aaja andar. Phui nahi hai toh yahi samajh le ki tera lucky din hai.â Anita moved aside to let him in.
Shiva didnât know if what he was doing was okay or not, but at this point, he wasnât sure about anything that he had done so far. With fear taking its place at the back of his mind, he entered the house. He walked towards the open living room area and his breath caught in his throat when he laid his eyes upon her.
*****
Pheww, I'm so glad this one's done! As much as I understand Shiva, writing from his pov is completely different! But seeing KD's channa mereya reel gave me some inspo so I quickly wrote this down. I'm still iffy about it but hopefully, it did justice to his feelings. There's only one more part left which will be all about their reconciliation! And I don't know how I'm going to do that đ¤ŁLucky me!đ
Hope you all liked this one!
I'm going to cry, scratch that, I AM CRYING đ
I think I'm gonna drown in my own tears đ
this was đĽ°SO GOOD, TOO GOODđĽ°
brb telling my guy that I depleted my tissue supply once again đ¤Ą
I'm gonna borrow Sara's words here. You need to teach me how to write. This was soooo beautiful! đâ¤
I'm a sucker for angsty ones and the feelings were portrayed so beautifully! This is what I tried and failed to accomplish!!! I'm in love with this storyđâ¤
Originally posted by: barbieflora
I'm gonna borrow Sara's words here. You need to teach me how to write. This was soooo beautiful! đâ¤
I'm a sucker for angsty ones and the feelings were portrayed so beautifully! This is what I tried and failed to accomplish!!! I'm in love with this storyđâ¤
I whole-heartedly agree, she needs to teach us