He twists her arm to bring her close, close to his heart. Then clasps her hand delicately. Plays with fingers, gazes deeply & passionately straight into her eyes & leaves her flustered with a gentle kiss on the edge of her palm. He plays with her fingers, like she'd play with her hair strands, seemingly indirectly but delicately expressing his longing for her. He grasps her hands between his palms, looks down at them as if he's holding the most precious thing in the world. He can reassure, express & deepen all his love with merely how aesthically he holds onto the hand he's held onto, to stay together forever. This is Shivaay's love, simply deep & pure. Their hands will always tell their own tale of Shivika's love story.
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Iconic Shivika
Fanfic" Woh meri zindagi ka, Aik unkaha qissa hai, Mujh ko kar day mukumal, Aisa zaroori hissa hai. " And she asked me what set them apart, I told her I'd end up writing a book. Based off my #IconicShivika thread, presenting a comprehensive and periodical...
