Hello everyone! I'm giving back to back updates and trust me, I don't know why I'm doing this.
I wanted the world to connect with Raavi's mind. She is filled with elegance and letting it go unnoticed was an uncanny touch for me.
I really don't know what I have managed to write, it don't know if it would serve it's purpose but then bear with me beautiful people.
Kindly ignore the typos. It's nearly 5000 words, I haven't proof read a single sentence. I'll edit them later in my sanity.
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Happy reading! Love - Dyuthi.
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It was grey when the day light in the tip of the entrancing sky clinkered into the response of chirpy birds in its very soul. The breathe escalated from a depth, honoring each moment like a worship. Some things were better left unsaid, she knew. She was back to being a kid in the very juncture. She reminisced the moments which were very well spent, so enthralling and innocent that it reflected her soul as nostalgia hit her spine in the form of sweet memories. Holidays, travelling to cousin's home, eating rich pulpy mango, playing hide and seek in the shady garden; fearless were those days, it remained bright and effervescent in the parts of her recollection. She sighed as she sipped in the coffee from her paper cup, overlooking the number of people from the canteen. It was as usually crowed, the stories around here were always filled with chortles and giggles. Some of it were loved very dearly by her, she cherished the million dollar smiles erupting like a bubble floating in the open air.
She held on to the cup and ravished the taste it gave her. She was known for being bright and breezy, like tinge of light emanating from in between the clouds after a quick monsoon rain. Or like the soothing morning rays entering into the room on a cold winter morning. She appreciated herself much, evidently, confidently, full of life. The waves came like a warmth, on and off the shore; bringing out delight and she wanted only that. Was that too much to ask for?
She smiled cheerily at the recognizable members sharing company with her on the table, in the middle of the canteen; ready to attract eyes from each student body of the college. In her attempt of sipping, she peeked at the corner end table in the right corner of the canteen. She watched at the emptiness around the place, it put her in a momentary thoughtfulness. She felt a strange connectedness which kept calling her towards, pulling her strongly. She was dazed at it's power, so keenly catching her attention.
"Oh Raavi! When will you stop dream smiling like a love sick puppy?" Her friend cried from her beside. To that, she threw a brighter smile; drinking in the last sip from her cup. She had just let the sun gleam merrier in her end, ready enough to let their world have a glimpse of the light she had in her. Their teasing smile remained intact just like how her surveillance kept shifting from the mid table to the right empty corner seat now and then. She was reminded of the childhood once again.
"Dreaming is not that bad, right?" The other friend asked from the other end, flirtatiously. Raavi took no notice of the intentions willingly.
"Rich. Smooth and away from the financial crisis the world faces."
Prolly. She thought as she crushed her used cup and raised her brows at him. Raavi was significantly more engrossed at different route to dreams, she had some while she didn't have what he said in her mind. Or did she? She wondered. She was wonderstruck at the reflective thoughts that came out from people, it was atypical and entertaining. The degrees of notion were different, so skeptical but convincing at the same time
"How boring! Say something even more better!" She excited. Probably the idea of reading their ideas struck her happy cords widely, the enthusiasm was unwavering. She ignored the nasty raise of eyebrows from their reply. The considered her crazy and too bubbly for their own good, she was happy to be like that. Exceptionally.
"Woops. I'm sorry. I can't predict your thoughts." He gave up too soon to Raavi's dismay. She sighed in a giddy.
"You know, all I'm thinking right now is about that corner seat." The mock gaze turned into a chain of crazy stare, she was one, she was just proving it right and what was wrong in speaking the heart out? She didn't care.
"And guess what? I'm sitting there, bye. If you wanna join, you can. I'll catch up with you people later otherwise!" Raavi stood up, holding the crushed cup in one hand, she threw it in the bin with an elation rushed to the place that she mentioned to go. Her skirt swept a little of the floor, her long hair swayed with every step she took. The gleam flickered from every cell of her body, respiring with the warmth that she got from the surging emotion. Raavi held her head in clouds, she suppressed a giggle. She stopped dramatically in front of the table, and bit her lips in gusto. Her eyes glinted the jocundity, she corrected her stole over the tank top and sat on the chair; feeling the coz in a few seconds. She sunk down in glee. The joy was boundless. She would be a certified mad woman to her friends, it had just fueled her excitement. She looked up at the sky through the window in her right.
The sky seemed vivid, gray in the physique and cool in the gesture. Monsoon days, she suspired; the twinkling essence remained blooming. She was in a black hole of blithe, evaporating and showering down again like an oceanic cycle. The feeling brought her a sense of calm, a sense of comfort and something that she couldn't speak much in words. She sat back and kept watching the by passers, the lane, the college garden and the sky. The rest of the world were forgotten just like that. She was happy to ignore the laugh that she heard from the table she left a while ago. It was about her this time. She wished she had brought the coffee now and not a dozen of minutes before. It was better that she smiled like this for a few more minutes, freezing with the moment, in the feeling of comfort. This felt familiar to the Sunday mornings of her school days. And just like that, she was okay to be away from the crowd, in the corner seat to stare at the open expanse blanketed in gray.
The phone rang just by then. She closed her eyes and sighed.
Dev.
She attended the call.
"I'm waiting outside Raavi."
Raavi raised her brows. It was time already? She was surprised. She had skipped a lecture for this sake and the whole college hour was over. How was she so indulged today?
"Oh, I'm coming." She hug the call. She got up from the table and just by then she realized that she had left her bag on the last table. Raavi made quick steps to her friends, she picked up her bag hurriedly.
"Leaving home already?"
"Yes. Will see you all tomorrow. And Sneha, don't roam around too much. Reach home before your mom calls me looking out for you." Raavi did not wait to listen to her reply and sprinted out from the cafeteria and then from the steps of her college.
Dev and Raavi were on walking basis for the past few days. She was not bothered much by walking. She loved staring at the sky and also loved watching people walk around. It bugged Dev on the other hand, his scooter saved him some time and that gave him more importance than these simplicities. She smiled at his grunting face.
"Thank me for being early Dev." She said, jumping next to him; ready to walk through the lane. Somnath was home, it was a breathing rapture; she couldn't think of staying in a place somewhere other than here. She was the best and worst in her home place, it gave her the comfort like no other place did.
"Well of course. I was not being grumpy like my brother for it."
Raavi smiled. His brother was the epitome of curmudgeon, nothing and nobody could beat him when it came to that. That was not the point, Dev's temperament was, he was growing quite impatient with the passage of days. Now that she had noticed, he has been complaining about his own brother to her. That was sort of something to keenly focus on. Dev saw the better in others, at least to many people. She was strongly passive aggressive regarding it. She had grown up with them and she knew a little better. Dev was doing his masters here while Raavi was an undergraduate doing her final year, his brother, however had stopped coming to college.
He stated he was not interested to complete his degree. The incident happened a couple years ago and ever since then, he had stopped stepping into the place with books to grump over. Never once in their companionship did Dev bring his topic to the limelight. Especially regarding his temper.
"Are you okay Dev? Had fight with your girlfriend or something?"
Dev narrowed his brow and stared at Raavi. She was not afraid in asking the question, she had noticed in days more than one when Dev casted back his hard temper over his arguments over people in terms of behavior.
"Why would you say that? Rishita and I are fine." Defensive Dev. It was an alliteration, Raavi realized and giggled to it instantly, yearning a deep glare from him in the very next second. Raavi raised her arms and muttered "Sorry sorry." That meant a boundary and she was not going to pester him with more questions in that regard.
"You are complaining today and that's a reason why I thought that would be a reason...specially if you had to speak about your brother."
Dev mocked a smile. Raavi raised her brows, squinting at the probability of his stare. The smile was etched on her face and it was difficult for a stare to wipe it off. A puff of wind blew past them in that moment, her escalation raised the bar again. How easy was it for her to mingle with the wind and sky? She wish she had some feathers! She would have done some great wonders.
"Why will I pull in Rishita if I had to speak about Shiva? Is it not easy enough to figure that Shiva is the reason why I'm mad?"
Raavi nodded her head impossibly. Stuff denial did to people. She was ready to listen to his reason today, the reason must be solid for him. He was speaking about his brother after all. He often did not love speaking about him to her or to anybody other than his family members; the graph was negative so was his mind today.
"He's turning into a goon with that silly temper and who the hell asked him to quit studies? Can't he see where the world's going?"
Raavi widened her eyes in conjecture. Dev was speaking that straight? After two years? That was surprising. The winds blew faster, she found the grin stretching her lips. She inhaled a deep breath of air and grazed her vision back at Dev.
"Huh, you think I won't grow concern? He's spoiling his life. What will happen to him in future? Nobody knows! That's such a....stupid and crazy decision."
Raavi was traced back to their childhood days when Raavi and Shiva fought to no ends. She remembered the days when Shiva argued with her blatantly and made fun of her choices and waited to foil her plans in advance. Raavi was not less, she gave him trouble hundred times more than the troubles that ever chased her life. She had slipped him down under the walk of marbles, fractured his leg and he hadn't turned to school because of her not-so-intentionally harmful prank. She had delayed his year of schooling and somewhere was a huge part in making his life tumult stricken.
She had cried, cried and cried for him. She fasted all Mondays for his recovery and believed that Bholenath would shower him with speedy convalescence. She openly agreed to her mistake to Shiva. The fourteen year old boy glared and glared, she did not mind; she wanted the guilt to lessen in her. She wanted his forgiveness, the bully in him never scared her. He simply ignored her. Something about that hurt her tremendously. She couldn't withstand his silence over her. She wanted him to shout at her, to scream at her recklessness and punish her but he did nothing of that sort. He simply kept away from her. She was restless, everyday, whenever she met him and whenever he stayed silent to her. And on a Monday that she fasted, she saw Shiva back at school. Like an idiot, she ran towards him during the lunch; only to faint in his arms. The thought blanched her.
She woke up to find a miffed Shiva, scoffing at her stupid action, glaring to the end of the world. She sat up on the bed in the dispensary, puddled and shocked. She was embarrassed on learning that he knew the reason behind her fast. Her friends couldn't keep their mouths shut, she looked like a dunce in front of the 'bhootnath' that she called. She recalled what Shiva had pronounced that day. It was clear in her mind, so fittingly carved that she knew what differed him from the rest.
Aye paglait! Dimag kya vacation gaya hai tera?
Raavi did not know what had broken her. If it was her action and the building guilt or his unmovable bed ridden state, she couldn't sleep knowing Shiva was in pain. And above that, Shiva ignored her pleas and never bothered to speak to her in that regard. His silence hurdled her mind and soul, she was troubled to live without his fights. She wanted him to prank her back, break her bones or just make her cry. When Shiva questioned her in that moment, she came undone, wailing like a child in front of him. Her cries soon turned into a series of hiccups. Shiva silently handed her a glass of water, glaring at her recklessness. Grunting from time and again.
Kya dhikat hai teri? Theek hoon mein. Dhek. She was not convinced. Though he was walking and running around like how he did before, he was not fighting with her. He was not bragging or blaming her! She did not like this Shiva. She wanted that irritating idiot back.
Rona band karegi?
Ae chipkali! Ab rona band nehi karegi toh sach mein chipkali phekonga tere muh pe.
That came off as a warning. Raavi glared in between her hiccups, scowling at how he loved to irritate her in the name of Chipkali, to an extent where he called her one.
Mein gussa toh tha. Par mujhe school se zyada chuttiyan pasand tha. Mujhe pata nehi tha tujhe thank you kaise bolun. Issilye tujse baat nehi kiya.
Raavi looked up, she stopped crying immediately. Her eyes widened in wonder and lips parted in surprise. Shiva was happy about not coming to school? She wiped her tears and sat up straight, gaining back her confidence immediately. Shiva looked away and rolled his eyes. But Raavi reached the moon just in that moment. How she had blamed herself! But Shiva was not hurt or angry at her. The thought relaxed her mind immediately.
Mujhe padai vadai nehi pasand hai. Sirf Gaumbi aur Dhara bhabhi ke liye yeh sab kar raha hoon.
Raavi blinked. But everybody had to go to school, her silly mind prodded. She got some good scores sometimes and brought a smile on her family's face. That was why she was happy to be around here, she was also happy to play with her friends. Why did he not want to go?
Tujhe kya pasand hai?
Pata nehi. Par yeh nehi. Ek aur baar yeh bewkoofi ki toh tujhe chipkaliyon ke kue mein duba doonga!
Having said that, Shiva walked off from the dispensary, leaving Raavi in confusion. It was too much for the thirteen year old girl to understand. As she grew, she learned his repulsion towards the books and the people at school. She was sure that he would quit his school in the mid but he sustained to live it till the college. He had spent two years there, that was pretty commendable. Raavi smiled as the memory revived back into the the chamber of her mind.
"How can we call his decision stupid if we don't understand the reason behind it?"
Dev paused to stare at her. Raavi would like another airhead to him, they always understood her a little less. She did not expect the world to read her heart, she was an element of fire for herself. That was more than enough.
"Are you serious? How can you say that? Have you lost it?"
"Tell me something Dev, are all the people who get a degree a genius?"
Dev stopped to her question. He rolled his eyes at her. She was sure to confuse him with her prospect but the truth always had its stronger essence laid under the thick veil of stuffiness. Even if she did not convince him, she was happy to state the obvious. It was evident like the sun that hid behind the dark clouds.
"Shiva is no less than a genius. He knows what he is doing. All you need to do is to trust him Dev."
They walked to the familiar street which lead them home. The cloudiness was going to merge with the evening, Raavi almost confirmed with the notion.
"And. Don't use your brother's name to vent out somebody else's frustration. It's not justified." Raavi smiled at him for one final time and ran towards her destination, skipping a few steps here and there. She held her bag, letting it fly from her shoulder. Her hair played with the winds while she seemed nothing less than happy.
Right about then, she had hit a familiarly hard body; letting her take a step behind from the thud. She heard the sound of a sack fall on the ground and a glare hit hard on her face. Raavi looked up to find a face that had familiar features, the glare all the same. The degree of it was highly disorganized, he looked more enraged than before. She then looked his hard palms, there were a few marks on his knuckles, something close to a bruise. They seemed fresh and unattended.
"Shiva! What's wrong with you hand?"
"Listen. I'm in a bad mood, don't get the worst out of my temper."
Sometimes, it was better if she agreed to Dev about calling him an ill tempered goon. She was not interested to banter with him when he had hard knuckle and angry driven expression. She ignored his protest and dragged him inside to the store that his family owned.
"Kaka, there are a few sacks to be taken in. This guy has his hands injured. Please take care of it." Raavi said.
"Raavi I said stop. I'm fine, leave me alone." He shouted, almost scarily; to an extent where Kaka jumped a step behind. Raavi held his hand and hauled him to the store room. The room had a staircase that opened to the top floor. Shiva almost resided there, he was free to think and do anything that he wanted in that small room, spaced on for him. It had a window, sometimes casting the streets of Somnath in the small opening. Shiva had various things collected in his room. The sill of the window held a rack above, where he placed various of his collections. Marbles, paintings, cans, toys and things which people that people claimed as 'Trash'
She made him sit on the small cot and ran down to bring the first aid kit. She came back in a rush to find him ready to go down. Raavi stared at him, stopping him with a hand. She had not gone down running, not minding her hard panting to shuffle for the first aid box and come back gasping for air to let him go just like that. She narrowed his brows at the anger struck face, she was not going to leave him without aiding his hand.
"I asked you to stop!" He shouted once again, snapping his hand away from her. Raavi held his hand once again and gripped it tightly.
"Raavi, for the sake of hell...just stop!" He pushed her hand. The first aid box down on the floor. Her spine turned cold when the contents from the box rolled over to the ground. She glared back at him immediately.
"What the hell Shiva? You threw the kit? You know what? I will not aid you, I'll throw marbles at you." Raavi stated, she pulled the mini ladder from the side of his cot and placed it in front of the window. She was not going to care about the fall, she was all set to take what she wanted. Her hands searched for the thing she looked for. A part of her was in dread, she never touched the marbles ever since she landed Shiva up in problem. She did not want to pull that stunt again. Her legs shivered at the thought. Just as her legs wobbled, she lost contact from the ladder. Her feet met with empty space, the nothingness brought a shiver over her body. She closed her eyes tightly, maybe she did care about the fall. She loved her body, she did not want some pain to bite her healthy state. She did not want to eat medicines and she was afraid of injections.
She felt a pair of hand let her body hang in the air. She opened her eyes slightly and watched his angry eyes tone down into a questioning stare. How much of an airhead are you? That was what his expression were conveying to her. She licked her lips and smiled sheepishly.
"Will you ever stop with your drama?" He raised a brow.
To that, Raavi happily shook her head.
"You know the answer." She patted his cheek. Shiva rolled his eyes.
"Your gunda giri is costing my life Shiva!" She raised her hand to her forehead, feigning worry.
Shiva knew what kind of a nuisance Raavi made out of herself and the situation she surrounded. She was a walking disaster and she called him a danger! He withheld a scoff.
"I said I did not need an aid."
"But I need to give you one."
Shiva never understood her tendency of turning upside down when it came to aiding his wounds. She was a rattling ache. She swelled with the warmness, making him conscious of himself continually. Raavi was at his aid like no one ever did, every time. Shiva remembered how she stuffed soup in his mouth when he had fever back when he was seventeen, he grunted at her existence; loathed at how she irritated him time and again in the checking for his betterment. Dhara's absence brought her headache along with the troubling fever.
"Raavi, stop irritating me, alright."
Raavi pouted, staring at him straight giving the puppy eyes. Shiva dropped her to the ground and grunted. She was now a professional in twisting the soft corners of his heart. He ruffled his hair and sat back on the cot, extending his elbow beholding a grumpy face. He tried to bounce off the gleeful smile emanating from the human Christmas tree called Raavi. It was easily inevitable. She got super silent as she wiped the skin over his knuckles the cotton dipped in spirit. Shiva clenched his hand and stared at her. She was hissing as she kept tending him.
"You are all sunshine today."
"That's because it is cloudy outside."
"Don't start again Chipkali. I can't take it."
Raavi smiled as she applied cream on his knuckle. "It wasn't me Bhootnath, it was you who started."
"Who did you knock out today? And why?"
"A guy who tried to rob a little girl."
Raavi did not question further, she simply nursed his fist. She noticed the calm turn into fury, the waves were heated when reached the shore, it was stifling from every juncture and with Shiva holding them on, it seemed dangerous. He was the essence of a burnt incense stick, people often noticed only his burn which changed into ashes and not the fragrance that emitted on cutting into ciders.
"How did your day go?" He asked, breaking the silence that paved from her pondering. Raavi looked at him and busted into a smile.
"Don't tell me you sat in the corner table that I used to sit on again."
Raavi smiled further. Shiva groaned, she was messy in the head and was messing with him regarding the same. He nodded his impossibly, some kind of high spirit she had! She sat back, letting her spine take the support of the wall from behind. Folding her knees together, she placed her head over them and smilingly gazed at him.
"You are crazy Raavi!" He stated, his ill temperament was dissipating slowly.
"Arrey, I was just thinking from your point of view Bhootnath."
Shiva grinned as he shifted back to wall and stared at the sky that opened from the window. It was beginning breeze, shifting the atmosphere to chillness. The clouds were gathered mildly, monsoon represented him. It was what he got told of.
"And what were you thinking?"
"That my Bhootnath started emphasizing on rain after I told him he is like the monsoon."
Shiva opened his mouth agape. He was now used to being fazed at this point of time. He was supposed to but he couldn't come about with the emotion fixedly. She was adding on to his amusements, building a castle with rocks. Maybe, glass pieces. Shiva was not sure. According to her, Shiva was a giver like the rain and also an uncontrollable thunderstorm that flooded the life if enraged. He started to go deep with himself as she conveyed it to him.
"And also, he wished to break free from the clutches of the trapping world. It gave me ideas."
He remembered how elated Raavi was when he suggested her the option of quitting college. She was there, like the sun in the sky, even behind the gray clouds; showering her radiance in the places that were devoid of light. She was still delighted to see him in the happy place he was in now. Shiva was a much better learner now. He learned from the trees, the skies, the roads, the people and the ways that laid unsure in front of his vision. The fixed life put him a lassitude, it was now that he was completely free. He read a little better, thought a little deeper, understood a little stonger.
Raavi couldn't erase the memory of his smile on the day he quit his college. It came from his heart, so brilliant and elegant. His twinkle was the reason why sky learnt to be dark at night, his smile was the reason why poets felt mushy at simple and beautiful things. His happiness brought him a side that people missed in the name of taunting, including some of his family members. She smiled, breathing life at the simple but golden moment she reminisced.
"I missed you the whole day!" Raavi placed her head on his shoulder and crawled her hands around his right arm, nestling her nose on the crook of his neck. Her smile widened as she felt a peck on her head, he also had tightened his hold with his other hand. She wondered why the world never got to see this side of him, the calm and oceanic one that keep going deep and deep. The surface was superficial. Shiva never knew how to not care, he cared for everybody. It was a different story that it would take ages to crack him out and read through the lines but once read, he was irresistible. He was impeccable.
"I did too." Shiva admitted. Raavi broke from him whilst holding him and looked into his eyes. They were black, smiling from heart and mysterious. So beautifully made, so bright and full of life that Raavi was falling for him all over again.
Shiva gazed into her hazel orbs, they glinted, showering him with a rush of emotions. How did she manage to smile like that? So beautifully? After rising from each fall as if the stumble never happened at all? How did she manage to be so forgiving that she woke up everyday and went to college, ready to spend time with the people who never understood her worth? She was his heart, the blood and the beats of each pump that it produced. He always felt over protective of her, she was a daze put together by cracked miseries just to gleam for the world and him. And she never reduced it down a bit, she lived and loved thoroughly.
"You missed me Shiva?"
Shiva nodded his head. Shiva was overprotective of her, so much that he was ready to snap at his own brother for telling absurdity about Raavi, even punch him. How wouldn't one fall in love with her? Her childlike innocence made him crave more of her. She completed a part in him, the part that he tried fixing for years.
"The clouds are grey, what will I do without my sunshine?"
Raavi was awestruck. Shiva was talking about this? Her heart melted.
Raavi pounced on him, giving him the tightest hug she could physically give. Warmness seeped through Shiva, simplifying the paradox in him. Placing her neck on his shoulder, she looked up at him; taking in his cinnamon essence and adding her rosiness with it, letting the essence intermix like it did everyday.
"I'm sorry Raavi, I did not intend to loose my temper like that, it...it just.."
"Oh shut up Pandya, you don't owe me any explanation." Raavi said, positioning herself on his lap. She was now being cradled by him and she loved the very feeling of it. He was the most comfortable place to be in, so soulfully like home, her home everyday.
"And why is that so?"
"Aren't you tired of answering everyone? Why will I put you into such a hurdle? Shut up and cuddle me."
"Correction, I have never answered to anybody other than you."
Raavi's heart skipped a beat, her breathe raged. She gazed into his mystifying eyes that sprinkled star dust into her wildering world. She was reminded of the time she realized her love for Shiva the first time. He saved a child, risking his life, unbothered by the circumstances it led him to.
The engine from car was leaking, the child was stuck with the seatbelt, Raavi never left his side despite the thousand warnings from him. She couldn't leave, she just couldn't. Though Shiva never expressed much, all that he said was "He's just a kid Raavi." He was hurt from head to bottom, but struggled to save a child, a life that meant nothing to him. Shiva was ready to give everything. She saw a fire in his eyes, it kept flickering, bursting into the eruption of a zillion stars.
They had managed to get him out, she saw both the child and Shiva pass out in front of her eyes. She remembered ambulance, tears, fears and anxiousness. Prayers, worries and tears played a grueling role till both Shiva and the child were pronounced stable and safe. When she entered to his room that day, his first question was "Are you okay?" The eyes held earnest honesty, they were raw and real. The Shiva Pandya she always fought with turned into her universe, its wideness and its expanse. She turned into the word called infinity.
His family members scolded him, they cried loudly over his impetuous behaviour, they were angered by his madness but for Raavi, he was something else. She knew she would have jumped into the fusillade along with him if the car ever caught fire. What was life after all, if it did not mean to save another life? Shiva was worth all the ups and downs, Shiva was a keeper. A real keeper.
"I know you wouldn't do something without a reason."
Shiva smiled genuinely.
"Ae chipkali, chipak mat."
Raavi gripped him tighter.
Shiva was forever grateful for her. Right from the time she refused to let of go him in the car, from the time she did all that she could to save them, to standing up for him in front of his family for his happiness. Nobody could love him like Raavi did. She was indeed the sun that lighted up his world in no time.
"Shiva! Raavi!" They heard Kaka from the ground.
"No! I was just having my time. Don't go!" Shiva held her closer to his chest, hugging her with all his strength. She giggled, trying to fish out from his hold.
"Ae chipkali, chipak mujhse."
Raavi pulled out from their hug, gave him a peck sweet peck on his lips and ran down. Shiva smiled, nodding his head impossibly at her cute antics.
His day was in deed bright. Dangling in the tip of sunshine lit world.
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