It was supposed to be just one kiss. A single kiss to make Raavi feel better and not let her fall prey to whatever depressive thoughts her traitorous mind was trying to trap her in. Shiva didn't know a series of kisses would make him confront his ideologies, question the nature of his desires and least of all challenge the kind of future he wished to have with his wife. _______________ Like all my stories, this one is also mature as it deals with serious subject matters like depression, suicide and explicit sexual content. If it's not your cup of tea, don't bother reading.