Drama Queen - A ShiVi TS (Part 3 - Page 7) (Complete) - Page 3

Part 2

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Her splitting head broke her sleep, as she squinted her eyes open, the sunlight peeking through the curtains of the room.

"Mera sarr.... Tsssk" She sat up slowly, holding her head, massaging her temples. "Itni pi li kal maine, mai ghar kaise aayi?" Raavi groaned, throwing the bedsheets off.

She noticed the glass of lemon water placed by her bed side, and she sipped on it, feeling the throbbing in her head ease a little.

"Kuch bhi yaad nahi aa raha. Uff. Ye kya baat hui bhala."

Something felt off, and she couldn't place what.

When she went to keep the glass back, she realised what did; she was wearing a shirt. A very specific shirt belonging to a very specific someone.

Raavi looked down and saw herself in his shirt and her shorts. A blue checks shirt that almost completely covered her tiny shorts. Definitely not what she wore to the party last night.

"Ye..." Raavi frowned at her clothes, "Ye kab pehna maine? Aur meri dress kaha hai?"

She looked around for her dress, and that's when she registered the decorations; which she never took down. Raavi looked around the room, and was shocked.

The dried rose petals on the bed, the currently empty bed, the decorations still hanging from the ceiling, and.... was that Shiva's vest on the floor?

She gasped, her palm covering her mouth. "Maine.... Humne... Aur mujhe yaad bhi nahi?"

Just then, Shiva stepped out of the shower, just in his tracks, no shirt, drying his hair with a towel.

Raavi glanced over at him, and couldn't help but run her eyes over him and appreciate his Greek God-like features.

Shiva caught her checking him out, from top to bottom, and smirked, tossing the towel away. Ab mazaa aayega.

He walked over to Raavi, who was now sitting cross-legged on the end and looking up at him, Shiva thought she looked adorable.

He tucked her open hair behind her ear, tilted her face up by her chin and kissed her forehead. "Good morning, sweetheart."

Raavi widened her eyes at that, and his actions. "Swee-" Her voice got stuck in her throat. "Tu kabse mujhe sweetheart bulane lag gaya?"

"Kyu? Kal raat yaad nahi?" He winked at her, kissing her nose and walking away.

"Kal raat?" She said in a voice no less than a whisper, standing up and following him. "Kya hua kal raat? Kya hua, Shiva?" Raavi asked, turning him around.

"Kya hua?" Shiva asked, grinning, trapping her between himself and the wall behind her with his arms. "Kya nahi hua, puch."

"Tu aur mai," He trailed his fingers down her arms, encircling his arms around her waist. "Har tarah se..."

Raavi blankly stared in his eyes. They had the most memorable moment of their lives last night, and she doesn't even remember, nothing at all. She had waited for it for such a long time, until she had confessed her feelings to him, until they were really ready.

And it just happened, like that.

The thought didn't settle well with her. She didn't like it. Not one bit. "Shiva, humne sacch mein-"

"Ab proof bhi dena padega kya, jaaneman?" Shiva wiggled his eyebrows.

That's it.

She shrugged herself out of his arms and went to the washroom, grabbing her clothes without saying another word. When she came out 10 minutes later, Shiva tried to talk to her but she swiftly ignored him and went.

Shiva squinted his eyes, his hand rubbing the back of his head. "Ye toh aise hi chali gayi bina koi reaction ke. Ye prank thoda zyaada ho gaya kya?"

The entire day, Shiva observed Raavi. And she was visibly upset since she had left the room. She didn't crack her silly jokes, or smile until it reached her ears, or even paid attention to when someone had called out to her. She was either bumping into someone or something, or being really silent and even avoiding Shiva.

He had even tried to talk to her in the kitchen, but she just walked away.

Shiva realised it may be because of the harmless joke he attempted to crack in the morning. Why was she upset about it, he was yet to figure out, but he had to tell her it was a joke.

He waited for her in the room, after everyone had slept. There was no way she'd avoid coming to the room.

On cue, she entered the room, but seeing Shiva, she turned to leave. He was faster, grabbing her back from her waist and closing the door, resting her back against it.

"Kya hua hai?" Shiva looked at her.

"Kuch nahi. Jaane de mujhe." Raavi said, glumly, looking down.

"Subah se itni upset hai. Dekh raha hoon." He tipped her chin upwards, so that she was looking at him.

"I'm not upset. Mera bas mood off hai."

"Dono alag alag hote hai kya?" Shiva asked, making a face.

Kya kar raha hai. Off topic mat jaa. Bol usse.

"Jo subah hua, uske wajah se upset hai?" He held her face in his hands, softly. "Dekh, I swear, woh bas ek-"

"Galti thi. I know." Raavi sighed, looking to the side, shrugging his hands off.

"Galti?" He frowned. "Nahi, galti nahi, woh bas ek maz-"

He began to explain himself, but noticed a single tear roll down the side of her cheek.

"Hey, hey," Shiva cupped her face, wiping the tear away, "ro kyu rahi hai?"

"Mujhe yaad bhi nahi." She whispered, and he stepped even closer.

"Tujhe yaad nahi tu kyu ro rahi thi?"

Raavi glared at him, her eyes welling up, "Mujhe kal raat yaad bhi nahi. Kuch bhi yaad nahi, Shiva. I'm sorry."

Shiva looked at her with a pained expression. Ye prank kuch zyaada hi ho gaya yaar. Dekh, kaise ro rahi hai ye.

"Raavi-"

"No, Shiva. Aise nahi hona chahiye tha."

He stopped. What was she trying to say? Did she....

"Toh you regret what happened betw-"

"NO!" Raavi corrected him hastily, "I just... I just wish ki mujhe yaad hota, maine itni pi nahi hoti ki I don't even remember how it felt to be with you." She pouted.

Shiva frown turned up into a smile. Did she know how adorable she could be without trying?

"I'm sorry, Shiva." She sobbed, her palms over her eyes, resting her forehead against him.

Enough, Shiva.

"Oye. Kuch nahi hua." He kept one hand on her head, the other down her spine because she really was very upset over his harmless joke.

"Nahi. Bohot kuch ho gaya aur-"

"Arre meri chipkali, kal raat kuch nahi hua tha." He said gently, and she looked up from his embrace.

"What?"

"Kal raat tu talli hoke aayi, besuri hoke gaana gaayi, aur mujhse lipat ke so gayi. Aur kuch nahi."

Raavi stared at him incredulously. "Liar!" She accused him, "Ye tu mujhe tasalli dene ke liye bol raha hai. Tere shirt mai kaise uthi mai?"

He rubbed the back of his head and grinned, "Woh maine Rishita bhabhi se kehke teri dress change karwayi, aur unse kaha tujhe meri shirt pehna de. Itne tight dress mai kaise sone deta tujhe? Tu thehri dinosaur, fit kaise hui usme?" He asked, for which he got a punch on his arm.

"Shut up. Aur tu mujhe sweetheart kyu bulaya, aur kiss kyu kiya ?" She narrowed her eyes at him, not believing him, and he chuckled.

"Kaha na, chidhana tha tujhe, isliye. Aur kiss ka kya hai, soft moment tha, I felt like it. Nahi karu?"

"Don't you dare stop with that." She whispered angrily, and he softened. "And why did you say, 'hum dono har tarah se' aur tune proof waali baat kyu ki?"

"Arre!" His eyes brightened at the prospect of the major detail he missed, "Hum dono har tarah se CHIPKE HUE THE. Kyuki tu aake, mujhe gale laga ke, mujhe hi bed samajh ke so gayi mere upar. And proof," He smirked, and she caught his sly smile.

"Proof of what?"

"Mujhe seduce karne ki koshish ki tune kal."

"WHAT?! HATT JHOOTHA." She slapped his arm, causing him to laugh heartily.

"I'm serious. Zara Zara bajake, mujhe kiss kar rahi thi. Dono gaal pe ek ek pappi." Shiva kept his index finger on his cheeks, indication both.

Raavi looked at Shiva, and flashes of her antics last night buzzed through her mind. Dancing, Shiva tucking her hair, and.... I love you?

"Gosh, stop it." Raavi blushed, hiding her face in his chest. "Maine kuch kaha tujhse kal? Ya tune kuch dekha?"

"Dekha. Sab dekha, sab suna." He smiled, removing her hands from her face. "I love you."

She looked at him, waiting for his response. Of course he had seen all the decorations and that cardboard. He knows what she wanted to say, and she had said it already.

"And?" Raavi asked, wanting to know what his answer to her confession was.

"And kya and? Keh toh diya. Uss din chhath pe, roses ke saath tujhe yehi bolne wala tha." Shiva clarified.

Her eyes crinkled in happiness and she had to stop herself from physically pouncing on him and pulling him into a bone crushing hug, as she looked at him, her mouth forming an 'O', realising he had just confessed to her 20 seconds ago.

"Phir se bol." She demanded, her smile reaching her ears, for the first time in 12 hours.

"I... Love...You." Shiva stressed on each word, pecking her forehead once at the end, and she jumped into his arms, chuckling and giggling in happiness.

"Matlab kal raat sacch mein kuch nahi hua?" She smiled wider, and he looked at her amused.

"Tu chahti hai kuch ho, ya na ho? Dekh mai toh ready hu, tu apna bata." Shiva raised his hands, and she laughed.

"Keep quiet, dramebaaz." She smiled, as he pulled her closer, her hands on his chest.

Shiva dropped the act, and looked into her honey brown eyes. He was tempted enough by her since last night, she was the devil when it came to riling him up.

Raavi looked into his eyes, glancing down at his lips, to show what she wanted, and he took the cue, leaning in.

Until realisation dawned on her, and she punched his arm hard.

"OW. What the hell was that?!" Shiva scrunched his nose at the stark change in mood, rubbing his arm.

"Mai pichle 12 ghanto se itni upset thi, aur tune mujhe ek bhi baar batana zaroori nahi samjha? Idiot. Stupid. Gadheda. Fool. Besharam." Raavi fisted her hands, punching him repeatedly.

"Stop it, STOP IT!" Shiva exclaimed, holding her hands closer to him to stop her from using him as a punching bag. "Aaya tha na kitni baar tujhe batane, tu hi aise naak chadhake chali gayi. Mai kya karta."

"Hmph." Raavi wiggled her nose, stepping away in anger. "Mujhe itna tang kiya subah se, sharam nahi aati. Dekho duniyawalo, mera pati mujhpe zulm kar raha hai, hey bhagwaan!" She fisted her palms and dramatically wiped her non-existent tears.

"Aye nautanki." His voice dropped a few octaves, as pulled her back towards him, his hands on her waist.

"Haan. Mai yahi karne waali hu." Raavi wiggled herself out of his arms, his voice reverberating in her ears and down her spine.

"Tune mujhe 12 ghante pareshaan kiya, ab tujhe 24 ghanto tak punishment. You can't touch me or kiss me for 24 hours. Okay?" She pulled his cheeks and patted it, smiling cheekily and stepping towards the bed to re-arrange the bedsheet.

"HEIN?!" Shiva exclaimed, walking behind her as she walked around the bed. "Abbe aisa mat kar na, maine sorry bol toh diya."

"No. No sorry, nothing doing. 24 hours start now. Goodnight, darling." She smiled at him, batting her eyelashes, lying down with her back facing him, giggling to herself.

"Chipkali?! Raavi?! Sun naaaa!" Shiva called out to her, lying down next to her, poking her arm repeatedly.

Raavi slapped his finger away slightly, and pulled the bedsheet over her head, looking like a human cocoon.

Shiva stated at her sleeping form, and huffed, pulling the bedsheet over him and trying to sleep, while Raavi peeked over her shoulder ever so slightly.

Mazaak karna tha na tujhe, Shiva. Dekh, punishment deke gayi hai tujhe. Gadheda. 24 ghante..... Ahaaaaa!

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