Shivi Stories

Fake Hate Real Pain - 3

The person make raavi sit on his lap and stoke her hair trying to calm her.

Raavi is still crying bitterly hiding in his chest.

Raavi crying : Mujhe Mera baby chaiya please.

A lone tear escape from his eyes remembering her miscarriage and seen her vulnerable condition

Person : I am sorry raavi par hamara baby. (stammering) ma...mar chuka hai wo wa..wapas nai aa..asakta.

Raavi look at him

Raavi : Keu mara shiva usne hamare baby ko keu mara usko pata tha na mai pergnent hu to usne shweta ko keu mujhe periods control pills denese nai rokha jab ki use pata tha keu.

Shiva : Raavi mujhe nai pata par I promise mai use chorunga nai bilkul nai. Bas mujhe ek baar saboot hat lagjaye.

Raavi look at shiva still being on his lap and still crying.

Raavi : Tu mere pass keu nai aaya mai kabse wait karrahi thi. I want you shiva.

Shiva kiss her forehead

Shiva : Sorry raavi par wo log najar rakhe the unhe pata chal jata na ki mai tere pass aaraha hun isliya late hogaya.

Raavi again keep her head on his chest and crying uncontrollably.

Shiva : Shh raavi shant hoja raavi.

Just then someone knock the door of the room and shiva look at the door. There standing arnav with the food.

He went inside the room and keep the food on table.

Arnav : Khana khalo shiva, raavi ko vi khilado

Shiva : Thanks arnav hamari help karne ke liya, meri raavi ko aaha lane ke liya.

Arnav : You no need to thanks me shiva, raavi meri behen jaisi ha it's my responsibility to take care of my sister, right

Shiva : Still, thanks arnav.

Arnav : It's ok and ya yeh raahi raavi ki dawaiya.

Arnav keep the medicine beside food.

Arnav : Mai chalta hun dhan rakhna.

Arnav left the room.

Raavi didn't give any attention to their talk, she was just crying hiding in shiva's chest. Shiva look at her.

Shiva : Raavi baccha khana khalo

Raavi crying : Nai khana

Shiva : Raavi teri tabyat thik nai hai please khale

Raavi : Nai

Shiva : Raavi dawa vi lani ha khale

Raavi get angry and shout : Mujhe nai khana samajme nai aata Mera baby mujhe choor kar chala gaya tujhe khane ki pari hai.

Raavi start taking deep breaths making shiva scared.

Shiva : Raavi shant hoja please, tabyat kharab horahi hai teri.

Raavi crying : Mera baby

Shiva : Raavi please khale dekh hamare baby ke liya khale

Raavi look at shiva

Raavi murmur: baby

Shiva : Ha raavi hamara baby jaha vi hai aafni mumma ko yase rota hua, bhukha aur bimar dekha ga aur wo vi uska liya to usko hurt hoga na.

Raavi: Mere baby ko hurt hoga

Shiva : hum, chal khale.

Shiva make a morsal and feed raavi.
She eat a little then denied liying she is full.

Raavi : bas

Shiva : thoda sa aur

Raavi: pet bhargaya shiva.

Shiva : thik hai

He keep the plate aside and give her medicine.

Raavi have it and again keep her head on shiva's chest. She is still sitting on his lap like a small baby.

Shiva crease her hair by one hand and her shoulder by another hand.

She drift to sleep because of her so much crying and physical pain of miscarriage and fabroid surgery.