Lean on me || ShiVi Story

Hands....

Quick A/N: The above song has nothing to do with this chapter, just that - I Love TSwift🤩🎶

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"You know, tera haath and mere haath Perfect Fit h" her cheerful voice brought him out of his thoughts. She was holding their interlinked hands up, and looking at them with adoration.
         Their hands Did Not fit together at all. Rather her hand fit in his hand perfectly. But he would never correct her on this, cuz he was knew that she wasn't oblivious to the facts.
      Also, from the years that they had spent together, one thing that he'd realised was....
      There was Nothing like - a perfect fit

   And that the hand that fit so easily in his, was the one that lead him, lead them.

He'd like to take a moment, and say it...
     They Had Come A Long Way.

From the time when their hands were Chubby, to Bony , to Soft and to Calloused ....

For a  year, her hand had been just as big as his, that year she'd towered over him ..... And had relentlessly teased him about being shorter than her

Another year, she'd brought Moisturizers and had tried in Vain to get rid of the growing Rigidness of his hand(palm). In her defence, his hand was supposed to be the best small pillow during lectures in school, it's softness was incompromisable.

His hands had bleed at times from small cuts..... Along the way, she'd started having her own share of cuts, burns, pricks and invisible_yet_present calluses.

There had been times, when either of them had held onto each other's hand and cried their heart out. And sometimes they had cried, for they didn't have the other one around.

Those hands had been sometimes entwined, sometimes held in a loose grip, sometimes joint together like a prayer, sometimes balled up in another's grip - to reign back the rage.... And sometimes kept away, for the distance between them had existed for a short while only to justify.... How much they liked being together.

These hands hadn't always been the clean ones, sometimes his had been muddy and dusty and reeked of Strong pungent Spices. Sometimes hers had been with traces of sticky glue, and dried dough and just smelt of too much Fabric.... But they definitely had a mind of their own, for they always reached out to grab onto the other ones.....

Thus,
     She'd learnt, to every year sit down and draw Mehendi on their hands during festivals, for then atleast for a week they could pretend that they had the most beautiful hands..... Pretend that everything around them was pretty, pretend that those tasks that they had to do everyday, willingly-unwillingly did not exist,( or, just could wait).. 

Hey! They did have beautiful hands. What if theirs weren't the softest and pinkest ones.
And no matter what , everyone else though
No matter which of theirs held the other one in a tight grip,
No matter who was about to let go, while the other held on to it clinging...
They had the best fitting hands, and theirs was a perfect fit
For they blood loved each other's hands!

And everything else aswell, ofcourse.....

So he just, brought their linked hands up.... And placed a lingering kiss on the back of her hand. It was a secret promis that he always made whenever he kissed her like that, it was a secret promise of Forever. Only he was quite sure that she made a similar promis every time she kissed on the back of his hand.

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Warning, I wrote this piece -with a pure heart.....😇
    Meaning: do not let ur mind wandered to Second_thoughts😑  while reading this.... And if it does🙄- then it isn't the Writers fault ( that u have a one track mind)🥲

Ps. I had to give the abv. warning, for I am human too🙈🤷🏻‍♀️