Got a feeling that I'm going under,
But I know that I'll make it out alive.
If I quit calling you my lover,
And move on.
You watch me,
Bleed until I can't breathe.
I'm shaking,
Falling onto my knees.
And now that I'm without your kisses,
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself,
Aching
Begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses,
I'll be needing stitches
"Shivaay!" his mother screamed for the last time. "Keep. It. Down!"
Shivaay Singh Oberoi rolled his eyes and turned the dial up to 80. Anyone could see the walls of his room shaking. He could see it, too. But he'd stopped caring.
The only thing he liked about coming home to his parents' house was that he had invested in surround sound speakers as a teenager, and they were useful for when he needed to listen to music. And as Shivaay stared at the ceiling of his childhood room, he found himself drowning in the lyrics, as he often did nowadays. It had been two whole years, hadn't it?
It didn't hurt as much as it used to. It just felt empty, like he had been stripped of a vital piece of life. He chalked it up to love. He loved her. Not anymore. But he used to.
She didn't love him, though she might have at some point.
"BALE PAPA, TOO LOUD," a small voice screamed from the door. Shivaay's lips curled up as he flung out of bed and rushed to the door to find Aditya Singh Oberoi, his only nephew.
"Hello, Aditya," Shivaay said formally at the pouting child. "Why cho loud, Bale Papa? Main aur Tinu soh nahi paa rahe," he complained.
"Aw, I'm sholly, my baby," Shivaay said, rushing to his system and flicking it off. When Adi grinned satisfactorily, he waddled into his uncle's room and sat on the bed.
"Now how can I be of service, bhatije?" Shivaay asked.
"Tinu likes your bed. He won't shweep on mine," Adi said cutely. Shivaay smiled and took the little teddy bear from Adi's chubby little hands. He then tucked it into his bed and turned back to Adi.
"Done! Tinu can sleep with me now! Go to your room," he said. Adi frowned. "Bale Papa, I can't shweep without my Tinu!"
"Hm, but Tinu will sleep with me!"
Adi frowned, pretending to think for a moment, though it was going entirely according to his plan. "Maybe I can shweep with you and Tinu, Bale Papa!" Shivaay smiled. "Aha, tho yeh baat thi. Mera bhatija too kaafi smart nikla!"
"Mhm, kok se!" Adi said. "Adi, come here now," Aishwarya Singh Oberoi shouted.
She stopped at Shivaay's door. "So sorry, Shivaay. Maine isse solane ki bahut koshish ki, par woh phir koi bahana bana ke tumhare kamre mein ghus gaya," Aishwarya apologized as she picked up her son and his teddy bear. "Arey, Aishwarya, what are you trying to do? Separate me from my nephew and his Tinu?" Shivaay asked, holding his arms out for Adi to reach out and jump into.
Aishwarya smiled as she saw Shivaay tucking Adi into bed like a pro. "You're a different person with him, Shivaay. Imagine what would happen if you fell in love with a girl? How infinitely you would love and care for he—"
"Aishwarya, please. We've talked about this. I'm not over Mallika yet, and I don't plan to get over her anytime soon. So please drop this topic for good."
Aishwarya simply smiled weakly and waved at her son, who waved back enthusiastically, excited to sleep with his Bade Papa.
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Broken Hearts and Strange Girls || Shivika AU FF
Romance"Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable." ~°~°~ He was a breathing body, a lifeless soul, a tortured zombie, without someone to call "home." His brother was the opposite. He dwelled in every mome...
