Dear Raavi | Sequel to MKBKB | Letter #3-19032022-pg 13 - Page 7

Originally posted by: Gadbad_Ghotala

Haaye. Kaise dil jeet leti hu itne pyare comments deke 🤗

Issliye sab allowed hai tujhe ☺️

Unlike some people who still haven't read the last chapter of a story I wrote ages ago

ab tho aaj hi raat ko padh ke do line ke comment mein nipta dungi dekhna 😈

No analysing. Nothing.

Originally posted by: EuphoricDamsel.

ab tho aaj hi raat ko padh ke do line ke comment mein nipta dungi dekhna 😈

No analysing. Nothing.

I just want you to read. Honestly speaking. Comment karna nahi karna toh tere upar hai. Aur tera ek line comment bhi chal jayega.

It's just, you were one of the OG people who convinced me from making this OS into a long story and i always got inspiration from your inputs.

And now that it's over, i really wanted you to be one of those who'd read it YK.

Sorry if I'm sounding a lot cliche and cringe 🥱

Originally posted by: Gadbad_Ghotala

Haaye. Kaise dil jeet leti hu itne pyare comments deke 🤗

Issliye sab allowed hai tujhe ☺️

Unlike some people who still haven't read the last chapter of a story I wrote ages ago

And for italic "Kal raat ka nasha utra nahi h na tera" 😆😆

I jst noticed u tagged me in this thankyou so much and i m really sorry for beig late 😭😭

First of all a big big thankyou for making squeal of mkbkb you always said u never write on same couple again so i respected ur choice

And i can't define how much happy i m right now becoz of this piece i m already all in for it even though it's gonna be weekly update

Now coming to sequel ahhh shiva sending letters to raavi to keep giving her moral support ye lo mera shivi heart take it ❤️❤️

Raavi seeking help for her anxiety and depression has all my heart but she gonna deal with it alone is kinda making me too emotional😭😭

I m too excited for update do tag me even though may be my comments gonna be late but i would definetly provide my 2cents thoughts

P.s i know u tagged me on your other story about gaura and i m gonna comment there too positively soon this exams r keeping me all occupied i m so sorry for being so late 😒

P.p.s do tag me in all your stories related to ps i m always bhukkad for ps fanfiction 🙈

Take your time. Exams important hai 🤗

And thank you so much! Your inputs mean more than just 2 cents lol

Originally posted by: Gadbad_Ghotala

Take your time. Exams important hai 🤗

And thank you so much! Your inputs mean more than just 2 cents lol

that's so kind of you but i m in neverending cycle of exam past 1year till i qualify it's jst that feeling more pressurised as exams r near and syallabus is huge

edit forget to mention fanfics keeps me sane 😆

mkbkb was the best ff and uska sequal itna acha tha ye bhi hell excited for next update ❤️

Letter #1

Dear Raavi,

This is my third attempt to write you a letter, the first two had a lot of scribbling and blotted words, because I keep overthinking what I should write and what I should not and then I ended up cancelling all that I wrote and now I am frustrated as I write this third letter. I have decided that I am not going to cancel anything, nor am I going to scribble, because I am Shiva Pandya, the most blunt and direct guy there is in Somnath, and you are Raavi, the girl who I do not need to hide anything from.

I mean, yes, I have told you everything about my feelings upfront, and do not worry, these letters are not going to be another spiral of my feelings to confuse and guilt-trip you, rather these are going to be a way for me to also escape from the reality I am in. And while I really want you to feel that I am right there with you as you start a new phase of your life, I cannot expect you to share your secrets with me without first being open about my life and its woven feelings.

It is weird that I have been on this Earth for some 24 years, but have no one to call as a best friend. Not even a close friend, like Dev has, or a group of friends to hang-out with, like Krish and his college buddies. Honestly, I am to be blamed, my anger and attitude drove everyone away from me and I kept my inner-self hidden from the world, worried that if I dropped the wall of rigidness, people would break me and leave me shattered. The only reason I did not like anyone other than my family was that I was scared, you would not believe, but I was really scared of making friends, and falling in love, and giving my heart out to people who would one day just leave, stomp all over my feelings and leave me alone.

Guess what, I am alone anyways.

Funny, how I feared having my heart broken, and yet I stand here, alone, something I do not like but have to get habituated to.

Don't take me wrong, my family is there for me, just as much as I am there for them. I can still count on Dev and Krish who would leave everything and come to my aid if need be, or bhabhi and Gaumbi to caress and care for me as their kid when I go knock on their door, or have Maa come hold me when I need a hug.

But I still feel like I have no one, because they all have someone to go back to, Dev has Rishita, he has his best-friend Jinesh, they often have their weekly hangouts or like Krish, who has a clan of friends who are always together or Dhara bhabhi and Gaumbi who are always together and have each other, and even Maa is super busy minding her own life and looking after the family as a whole.

At the end of the day when I lay on the cot, and look up at the ceiling, I find myself all alone.

No friends, no bestie, no one to call my own.

I kept this charade of being the most toughest, the most nonchalant guy in Somnath, acting like I give no two f*cks about anyone, keeping everyone atleast three feet away from me and hissing at anyone who would try to come closer to me.

I admit, I was scared, terrified, because just like any other human, I had secrets of my own, secrets I am not proud of, secrets that have made me who I am today and secrets that no one knows.

You have always been there, ever since the day you stepped into Somnath, you have been constantly following me, being on my tail, screaming in my ears, pulling my hands, and fighting with me. And no matter how much I tried to push you away, from me, from my family, you still stood like a rigid glue. You were like this little storm, this adamant and stubborn little girl who just knew that I needed someone. And I hated you for being this upfront with me. I hated your guts, I hated your care-free attitude, I hated how free-spirited you were.

And more than that, I hated how loved you were by everyone.

Dhara and Gaumbi loved you like her own daughter, Dev and Krish considered you as their best friend, Somnath's every house and lane knew you, and you could easily get a way out from any trouble just by smiling cutely and holding your ears and while everyone else disliked me, they loved you.

I was jealous, I will say, I envied you and your lifestyle.

And what did I do to get rid of this jealousy? I tried to get rid of you, and when I could not, I tried to return all your homeliness with enmity and malice. You irked me, Raavi, you and your stupid optimistic smile, your happy little hopping and your lively eyes, they all made me feel so low and stupid, and I did not want to be like you, I did not want to be this close to people because I was scared, like I said, scared that when people would know the true me, they would snigger at me.

And since I had no one before this, I kept all these in my mind, trying to burying them, trying to bury the real Shiva Pandya under the façade of a carefree, and angry Shiva, but the truth is not that. It is anything but that, and since I have now confessed that I love you, might as well tell you everything I have been holding onto.

Not because you owe me anything, instead simply because I owe you my entire life. Funny as it may be, other than you, there is no one who I have to call as my own and I never thought that someday I would take a pen and paper and write letters to a girl I claimed to hate forever, but here we are.

I miss you Raavi, I miss the smile, the carefree hopping and skipping, the always dramatic reactions and the never give up attitude of yours. I miss it so much that I think I am slipping into a sad, slow lifestyle, and I do not like this life at all. It has been three months since you have left Somnath and not a day has gone by where I do not think about you and our days. Working at the store has become mundane and boring now that you do not jump in demanding for free chocolates and snacks, the roads have become a little less familiar now that I do not see you passing by with your pretty hair wavering its scent, and even my own house seems like a strange place now that you do not barge in every morning to get Gaumbi's adark wali chai and Dhara bhabhi's haath ka nashta.

Remember how we would always fight in the morning? Never realised it was a routine for you to drop by the house every morning and for me to throw you out of the house. Your after-bath scent was so registered in my mind that more often than not keep thinking about you and hope to see you barge in the morning someday and wake me up with a bucket of water and tease me while I like always, hold your wrist and throw you out.

This time I promise I won't though, I won't throw you out, instead I will do everything within me to keep you here.

Never mind, why think about things that will or may not happen?

I miss you a lot.

You were my only friend here, and now that you are gone, I miss everything we shared and while you had your entire life on display like an open book, you gotta know some chapters about my closed book too, right? Else what kind of friendship would that be?

There is so much to tell you, so much about Shiva Pandya you do not know, and not anyone here. Not even Dhara, not even Gaumbi. People think I am a very outspoken person, that with my anger, all my thoughts are also out in the open but while that may be true to some extent, not everything about me is out in the open.

And I am not sure what I am going to do with all these thoughts in my head, so might as well pen them down to you.

Also, I got your daiary from the old days, remember how you would gush into a corner and write stuff in it and I would be so curious to know, but hell would break loose if I even touched the cover and those long nails of yours would sink deep in my skin.

Khoon choosne waali chudail

That is what I called you and kept calling you until you slammed the diary in my hands back in the tenth grade, "le jaa, aur mera dimaag khana band kar de." That was what you told me when you handed me that diary, and while you may have assumed that I read it, I did not.

I could not.

Because usspe clearly likha tha, Raavi ki Diary, DO NOT TOUCH.

That was an invasion of your privacy and Dhara bhabhi handed me that diary just last week when she was clearing the store-room. Along with that 2013 diary, lies a pile of things from my childhood in front of me, things that may now seem silly but if I sit and just hold them, those memories will drown me in the lane of nostalgia.

Do you want to go down this memory lane with me?

I do not want to force this friendship on you, that is the last thing I want, and you know me, lying is something I do not resort to.

Frankly speaking, Maami was hesitant when she told us that you wanted to seek therapy, and she assumed that you were sinking into the mental asylum soon but thanks to Dhara bhabhi, she has now gotten an idea of what this was but of course the generation gap made her say something like this, "Kisi se apne dil ki baat kehne ke liye paise dete hai aaj kal ke bacche," She said when we told her that therapy was a little costly, "bhai, issliye main jo hai woh bol deti hu, dil main kuch rakhna hi nahi, fittom faat."

Now that may have sounded silly and a little orthodox because professional help is not just an exchange of stories, but she did hold some truth to her words. We hardly share what lies in our hearts, we keep it all in until we are drowning with those thoughts, cycling the same negative circle again and again.

Issliye maine toh thaan liya hai ki tujhe apne dil ki baat vistaar se batunga.

Jaanta hu ki tu jawaab nahi degi, par ishara toh kar sakti hai na? Aur tera ishara milte hi main tujhe aage ki chitti likhunga, aur haan, chittiyan padne ke baad, please, aache se apne therapy sessions main jaana, aur saarey homework aur medications time pe lena.

Likhte likhte mere haath dard ho rahe hai, sochta hu ki itna exam main likhta toh shayad aaj kuch bann paata, sirf Masale ki Dukaan nahi kehlata.

Abh jo ho gaya, woh toh change nahi hoga, pan haa, hum aagey ko badal sakte hai, apne aaj ko badal ke.

Aaj ke liye sirf itna hi, baaki ka jab tera ishara mile tab.

Also, everyone here wanna send you warm wishes, they all miss you and they all want you back home soon.

And I want you to be happy.

Dhyaan rakhjo

Pata nahi khatam kaise karu, goodbye bolu ya aau jo?

Tera,

Shiva Pandya

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Raavi ki Diary (DO NOT TOUCH)

Year 2013

Standard- Tenth

Entry #1

Standard Tenth

Last year of school. Super excited and scared at the same time! Excited for the farewell, jaha main pehli baar saree pehen ke itni itraungi ki haaye, Somnath mein sabse pyaari lagungi. But equally scared for the boards, pata nahi kya hoga mera, padhai toh karni padegi.

Iss saal shayad diary roz nahi maintain kar sakungi, classes, unit tests, sems and preliums, but I will try my very best to write every important thing that happens in this year or anything that saddens me.

Last year hai, bohot try karungi ki apne saree classmates ke saath aache wale memories banane ki aur ho sakta hai, iss saal try karungi ki aache marks laake Massi ko khush kardu. Waise, aacha hai ki Dev college ke liye Ahmedabad gaya hai, toh koi distraction nahi, but uska woh bhai, Shiva, Bhootnath hai sabse bada. Iss saal usse bhi dhur hi rahungi.

Pata nahi kyu, aaj kal Shiva aas-paas hota hai toh ajeeb sa lagta hai. Dil ya toh zor-zor se dhadakta hai ya andar se ajeeb ajeeb awaazein aati hai. It is all since that Summer Holidays incident, you know, the one where he beat that idiotic Varun just because he hit me with the ball, ever since that day, I have found myself act differently with Shiva.

I mean, that idiot literally got himself beaten up only because I got hit by the ball. Who does that? And I know Shiva, he loves cricket, par ussne khelne se mana kar diya, only because that Varun not apologise to me. That incident changed the entire perspective about him for me.

Maybe I should get myself checked.

Because please tell me that I am not crushing on Shiva Pandya, am I?

Wait- was all this- no no- I mean, I like Dev, not Shiva.

Right?

Am I starting my last year of school on the note that I may have a crush on Shiva Pandya? That idiot with no manners or sense of fashion or general sense of being a human?

Oh no!

Raavi, hold your heart, this is not the year for mistakes.

And Shiva Pandya out of everyone? No way.

For now, I gotta end this here. Tomorrow I start school, let's hope and pray that I don't end up being an idiot this time too.

Love,
Raavi

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A/N: Please NOTE that Shiva has not read Raavi's Diary and her entries are only for the readers.

Next Update: Next week, so you guys have a week to read this and give in your inputs. I am not sure how this story is going to shape, no ideas, and have a lot to sort in life right now, but I would love to read your thoughts about this.

p.s. this is the same incident from Maami ki Behen ki Beti, Chapter 14, where Shiva punches a guy for hitting Raavi with the cricket ball.

Love ittt ❤❤❤ please make them end up together 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Roch!! Should I be happy that you write so well that it touches my heart, or should I complaint you that it always makes me cry with a big smile.

Bahot achha likhti h yar tu😍😍😍