Where vows begin again ❤️-A Prashiv SS - Page 5

Originally posted by: Anusha16

Thank you will post it soon

I am planning to write another as well..

This divorce thing has made me frustrated regarding how badly they have executed it

plz write another one

Originally posted by: shivanika

plz write another one

Aww that's sweet...❤️ thanks

I am planning to... planning to..

I will tag you once I finish... very soon

thanks

Hey! Thanks for the tag! I've had a couple terrifying experiences with ITV shows, which is why I've been a silent observer on the forum, but this was so beautifully written I couldn't help myself!

The concept of letting go of the bird that you love is one so full of hope and faith by its very nature.... One must have courage to do that, even despite a dozen reassurances, and that courage shines through so beautifully in your Shivansh.

As fans, I believe we can only hope for Shivansh on the show to have the same strength, with fingers crossed behind our back. And if he turns out a coward, then I guess we'll just look forward to writers like you. So keep it coming, Asmita!

Originally posted by: Pottermeow

Hey! Thanks for the tag! I've had a couple terrifying experiences with ITV shows, which is why I've been a silent observer on the forum, but this was so beautifully written I couldn't help myself!

The concept of letting go of the bird that you love is one so full of hope and faith by its very nature.... One must have courage to do that, even despite a dozen reassurances, and that courage shines through so beautifully in your Shivansh.

As fans, I believe we can only hope for Shivansh on the show to have the same strength, with fingers crossed behind our back. And if he turns out a coward, then I guess we'll just look forward to writers like you. So keep it coming, Asmita!

Thank you so so much ❤️

For being soooo soooo sooo kind and generous with words❤️...it means a lot to me...

And yes...the way their relationship developed in the show...how gradually Shivansh 's guards went down..it was like watching a flower bloom...It is like "Lotus in a swamp" blooming and thriving despite the negetivity and toxicity surrounding them...

And I hope writers of the show do justice to their own creation....

And yes I enjoyed writing it so much that I am planning to write more for sure..

Once again thank you for such encouragement ❤️

I am rereading this for sukoon for what is going on right now on the show after her love confession of P.

Do please write more for us.

Thank y.

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

Part 9

“When Touch Becomes a Prayer” – A Gentle Consummation 🌙

The night Shivansh and Prarthana become one, not out of fate… but love.

The moon spilled silver over their room, casting long, languid shadows on the floor. Outside, the world slept. But inside, time had slowed to a heartbeat. A breath. A whisper of something too sacred to name.

Prarthana stood near the dresser, her back to him, hands nervously brushing the edge of her dupatta. Her bangles chimed softly as she moved—an anxious melody, fragile and uncertain.

Shivansh watched her.

Not with hunger.

With awe.

There was something achingly beautiful about the way she stood—draped in soft gold and moonlight, like a prayer that had taken human form.

He walked toward her—each step a question.

May I come closer?
May I unburden you from the weight of this day?
May I touch you—not to possess, but to honor?

When he reached her, he didn’t speak. His fingers gently found the edge of her dupatta. She stilled, but didn’t flinch.

Slowly, reverently, he slipped it from her head, letting it fall like the walls they'd both carried for too long. Her shoulders rose with her breath—uncertain, expectant.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, his voice barely louder than the wind brushing against the curtains.

She nodded, still not turning to face him.

“So am I,” he whispered.

And something in that confession broke the tension in the air. She turned to him, eyes wide—not with fear, but tenderness.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he said quietly, “Not this way. Not with love.”

She gave him a tearful smile. “Then let’s not do it the way the world expects.”

He reached for her jewelry first—slowly unhooking the earrings that had grown heavy on her ears. One by one. His touch was feather-light, like he feared he might shatter something sacred.

Her hairpins came next. Then the necklace. Then the bangles, each slipped off with a care that made her chest ache.

He wasn’t undressing her.

He was unburdening her.

Layer by layer, not of silk or gold, but of years of silence, hurt, and uncertainty.

When she was finally bare in her simplicity—no jewels, no weight—he stepped back, looking at her as if seeing her for the first time.

Not as Prarthana, the woman he married.
Not as the girl caught in a cruel game.
But as the one who stayed, healed, loved.

And she… she stepped forward.

“I’m not afraid,” she said.

He cupped her face, thumb brushing the tears from her cheek.

“I’ll never hurt you again,” he whispered. “Not in word, not in touch.”

Then their foreheads met.

There was no rush. No demand.

Only skin against skin, breath against breath, a sacred slowness that comes when two people choose to unravel in each other’s arms — not to forget pain, but to rewrite it.

They lay down, wrapped in silence and heartbeat.

He kissed her shoulder—not to stake a claim, but to leave behind a promise.

She touched his scar—the invisible one beneath his chest—and held it as gently as a prayer bead.

And when they finally became one, it wasn’t loud. It wasn’t desperate.

It was soft.
Like rain touching cracked earth.
Like the wind slipping between temple bells.
Like two broken halves whispering,

“You are safe here now.”

And afterward, when her head rested against his chest, his arms wrapped around her protectively, she whispered—

“This time, it was mine too.”

And Shivansh… he wept.

Not from shame. Not from sorrow.

But from the unbearable beauty of being loved after believing you never could be.

Wonderful story hope to see more stories from your side.The way your story so nicely captured the emotional conflicts of love and tension between Prashiv was amazing to say the least.