Raavi was freaking out realising that not only had she kissed Shiva, she had also let him touch her down there. That was so intimate but so wrong. They weren't married. Raavi looked at her diary and sighed. It almost seemed as if she were too eager to throw Dev out of her life and bring in Shiva. She didn't even wait to cross her boundaries with him. Even Shiva's control broke in front of her stubbornness. She'd seduced him wearing lingerie for God's sake.
Now she didn't know where she stood with him. They were friends cum enemies before, then they became soulmates cum almost married couple, and now they were nothing. They were... There were no green bangles to tie her to Shiva anymore. The thought upset her. She liked calling him her husband and kissing him randomly. Right now, she wanted to talk to him, but she didn't think she could talk to him, about him.
Suddenly, there was a knock at her window and Raavi was surprised to see Shiva. She quickly opened her window and let him in. It was late and she hadn't been expecting him. Her clothes were too plain. He didn't even give her a chance to get ready properly. The first thing Shiva did was glare at her and Raavi was confused as to why.
"Kya?" She asked.
"Tune Krish ko kya bataya hai humare baare mein?" Shiva asked.
"Kuch bhi toh nahi." Raavi said.
"Tune use bataya yeh locket maine tujhe diya hai? Sabke saamne muh phaar diya usne." Shiva said.
"Toh tune diya toh tha!" Raavi said.
"Ab wapas lene aaya hu." Shiva said. "Chal ab de mujhe apna locket."
Raavi was shocked to hear him say that. How could he want it back after giving it to her? It was the most precious gift she'd ever gotten from someone. It meant something to her. Her hands clutched it tightly. There was no way she was giving it back to him.
"Shiva bakwaas mat kar. Main nahi de rahi tujhe yeh wapas. Tune pehli meri choodiyan todi aur ab mujhse yeh locket maang raha hai? Teri nishaani hai. Mere suhaagan hone ki nishaani." Raavi said, but she knew how hollow those words sounded, but she wasn't ready to give the pendant away.
"Oh chipkali. Subah hari chooriyon ka bhram utar gaya tha na? Phir abhi drama kyu kar rahi hai?" Shiva asked.
Raavi was disheartened to hear that. How could he call it all a drama? Their marriage might have been a sham but they spent the best time with each other. All those times they spent together couldn't be drama. She liked his company. They did things that only married couples would do. It couldn't all be a sham. Tears threatened to fall out as she realised this was Shiva's way of ending this. She didn't want this to end. Now they couldn't go back to being frenemies either. Too much had happened between them.
"Tu drama kaise bol sakta hai? Uss raat humare beech jo kuch bhi hua woh drama nahi tha." Raavi said.
Shiva looked away. "Drama nahi tha. Par agar tujhe regret ho raha hai toh tu sara blame mujhpe daal sakti hai. Mujhe pata tha ek na ek din tere mein dimaag aayega aur tu mujhse durr jana chahegi par khud ko control nahi kar paya main."
"Tu mere baare mein aisi soch rakhta hai? Maine tujhe dil se pati maans tha." Raavi said. Then she quickly added, "Pati maanti hu."
"Bakwaas mat kar Raavi. Locket de de. Phir tu apne raaste, main apne raaste."
The last thing she wanted was to part ways. She wasn't ready. Even though she wasn't sure where they stood now, she didn't want to let him go. She held the locket tighter. Nope, there was no way she was giving it back to him. Also, it would prove him right. He thought she would leave him after knowing the truth, and she didn't want him to be right.
"Shiva main tujhe yeh locket nahi dungi. Main abhi bhi tujhe pati maanti hu." Raavi said firmly.
Shiva grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. "Jhooth."
"Sach." Raavi said. "Main abhi bhi teri hu Shiva."
Raavi saw the disbelief clear in his eyes, but she didn't know how desperately he wanted to believe that. Shiva kept staring into her eyes while Raavi blushed. The intensity with which he was staring at her was making her uncomfortable. He gripped his pendant softly, touching her cleavage in the process. Raavi knew he could yank it out if he wanted, but he didn't. Suddenly he smirked, and Raavi knew it was a bad sign. He let go.
"Tu sachhi mujhe pati maanti hai?" Shiva asked.
Raavi nodded.
"Sachhi?"
"Sachhi."
"Toh prove kar." Shiva said.
"Kaise?" Raavi asked.
"Mujhe kiss karke." Shiva said. "Mujhe pata hai tu aivayyi kisiko kiss nahi kar sakti. Pata maana tha toh ki thi. Ab nahi kar payegi."
Raavi looked at Shiva. She was speechless. Shiva's eyes were trained on hers and she knew he meant it. She took a step forward, but the logical part of her brain kept screaming that they weren't married. It wasn't right. It didn't feel so hard the last night, but now she was practically shaking at the thought of kissing him.
Shiva's expression changed and he took a step back. "Chod. Tujhse nahi hoga. Jab bhi tera mann kare yeh locket lauta dena. Ya phir rakh le. Bas kisiko batana mat ki maine tujhe diya hai."
Raavi saw the crestfallen expression on his face and her heart broke. She remembered how he implied he had feelings for her, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. Shiva opened the window to leave, but Raavi hugged him from behind. She made him turn around and slammed her lips against his, pulling his body into hers. Shiva's hands automatically went around her waist, and Raavi's hands clutched at his shirt. Shiva pulled back after a second.
"Tujhe yeh karne ki zaroorat nahi." Shiva said.
Raavi kissed him again in response. Shiva combed her hair back with his fingers and kissed her softly. She had to adjust her pace. Their kiss was softer and slower than the last time. Shiva's hand slipped under her t-shirt as he caressed her waist. Raavi smiled and pulled him to her bed by his vest. She sat on his lap and kissed him slowly. Her arms caressed his chest and she pulled off his shirt.
Everything about this was so wrong but it felt so right. She loved kissing him and being in his arms. She didn't even care that they weren't married. Nor did she care that she was kissing the villain of her story. She had never felt this attraction towards Dev, or anybody. Only Shiva could make her feel this way.
Shiva deepened the kiss and Raavi moaned. She was feeling a strong desire as she'd never felt before. Her hand kept trailing down and down until it landed on his hardness. Shiva was shocked at her boldness. He pulled back from their kiss, so Raavi began kissing his neck. Her hands began to move over his length and she kept trailing kisses down his neck. Shiva moaned. Raavi bit him near his collarbone as she unbuttoned his jeans, and just as she was going to slide her hand inside, he stopped her.
"Raavi bas. Mujhse control nahi hoga iske baad." Shiva said. "Tu iss waqt sure nahi hai."
"Shiva..." Raavi didn't want to stop, but she knew he was right. There would be no return after this.
Shiva buttoned his jeans and put on his shirt. "Tu locket rakh le. Tujh pe waise bhi better lagta hai."
Raavi smiled a little. She kissed him once more before he left, then she jumped on her bed, feeling extremely frustrated.
