ShiVi: A Collection Of Short Stories.

shock laga? (part 1)

This will be a two or three shot. Here's part 1. Enjoy!

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"RISHITA!" Raavi screamed, as she pushed Rishita behind her to prevent the water from touching her feet.

Rishita stumbled out of the kitchen and fell, followed by a loud cry and a thud in the kitchen.

Shiva's ears perked up, because that was Raavi's cry, and he rushed towards the kitchen only to stop at the entrance. "RAAVI!" He shouted out, but she was unresponsive.

He stepped forward, only to be stopped by Rishita. "Shiva, ruko. Usko shock lag raha hai, tu paani me pair dalega toh tujhe bhi lagegi"

Only then did Shiva understand what happened.

The broken wire of the fan was surrounded by water, just like the entire kitchen floor, that got flooded due to the overflowing sink. If you looked closely, you'd be able to see small sparks from the wire. Anyone who stepped in the water was bound to get shocked.

And right now, Raavi was on the floor, unconscious and twitching, surrounded by this water.

Shiva's heart lurched. Raavi was on the floor, twitching, and he couldn't go near her. His eyes stung with tears that dare not fall.

This chipkali was trying to talk to him the entire week, and all he did was ignore her and be rude. He wished he had never done that.

"AE chipkali. Aankhe khol na, idhar dekh. Mujhse ladai bhi nahi ki hai aaj tune uth" Shiva's voice wobbled. He frantically looked around for something to save her.

"Krish, maa ka danda leke aa, woh walking stick, Dev tum jaao aur humare bedroom se woh moti chaadar laao. JAAO!" Rishita ordered hastily, still on the floor.

She slowly got up, but had a slight sprain in her ankle from the sudden fall. She rested her hand on Shiva's shoulder.

"Kuch nahi hoga usse. Tension mat lo"

"Bhabhi uski haalat dekho, tadap rahi hai woh." If someone said another word, he'd end up crying.

Shiva snatched the stick that Krish brought, and immediately disconnected the fan and pushed it away. He reached Raavi in two steps, lifted her and placed her on his lap.

"Raavi? Raavi uth na! Aankhe khol! " He said, while patting her cheeks. "Krish, nal band kar. Dev, woh towels leke aa aur ye paani saaf kar de. Ye kambal idhar dede." Shiva called out hurriedly.

Shiva wrapped her with the blanket and picked her up.

He ran to the hall and placed her on the floor slowly, unwrapping the blanket and rubbing her hands with his.

"Ye aankhe kyu nahi khol rahi hai? Raavi, uth, mujhse ladai kar. Aankhe khol, baat kar." Shiva cried. His tears were non-stop.

Krish ran and sat down opposite to Shiva, "Raavi bhabhi, aankhe kholiye na!" while sprinkling water on her face.

But she wasn't responsive. At all.

Krish placed two fingers near her nose, and looked up at Shiva, fear evident on his eyes.

"Shiva. Raavi bhabhi saans nahi le rahi hai."