Shiva entered the room where Raavi was crying profusely. Her eyes had become red with hurt and anger..
Shiva : Raavi..
Raavi started throwing pillows at him.
Shiva : Raavi kya kar rahi hain? Lag jaayegi mujhe..
Raavi : Haan haan..bola tha na shiva..tu pyaar karta hain uss Disha daayan champak chudail se..
Shiva : Raavi shant ho ja..
Raavi : Shaant ho jao? Dekha maine kaise tu uske saath..(cries)
Shiva : Raavi..
He steps closer,holds her cheeks and leans in for a smooth kiss calming her.
Raavi looks at him.
Shiva : Hum bas teri taang kheech rahe the.
Raavi : Kyun?(cutely)
Shiva : Tu bas bol dena ki tu mujhse pyaar karti hain..kitna jooth bolegi.
Raavi looks here and there..
Shiva : Raavi bolna.
Raavi : Theek hain..haan
Shiva : Haan kya?
Raavi : vohi jo abhi tune bola..
Shiva : Kya bola maine abhi?
Raavi : Tujhe yaad nahi tune kya bola?
Shiva : Mein bhul gaya. Tu yaad dila de.
Raavi fumes in anger and starts to leave. Shiva holds her hand.
Shiva : Itna kyun sharma rahi hain? Mein hi toh hoon..tera shiva..sirf tera.
Raavi : Pata hain..par..darr lagta hain..kahi firse mein akeli na pad jaun.
Shiva : Agar aake mujhse ek baar baat karti..toh kabhi akeli nahi padti.
Raavi hugs him..
Raavi : Sorry..I am really sorry..mein kitni bewakoof hoon na..sorry...I am sorry..shiva..I am sor..
Shiva pulls her by hair and kiss her roughly.
Shiva : Bas kar..kitna sorry bolegi..mujhe sorry nahi suna..jo suna chahta hoon voh bol.
Raavi : Ofcourse I love you bhootnath..
Raavi hugs him. Shiva grabs her waist and pull her up and spin her around.
Shiva : I love you too chipkali.
They stay in each other arms for sometime. They separate and look at each other. Shiva pull her closer and turns her. He draws circles on her belly. Raavi blushes. He slowly trace his fingers downwards about to enter his finger in her core when..
Thud!!!!!
He quickly take out his finger. Both go out to find a vase fallen and everyone standing there looking embarrassed.
Krish : Maine kuch nahi kiya..maa ka idea tha..
Suman : Ae kya kuch bhi?..yeh..yeh..haan..gaumbi ka idea tha..
Gautam : Mera? ...dhara ka tha.
Dhara : Mera? Kaha?
Shivin : Bas..yeh sab chodo..mom..sorted?
