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"Welcome, welcome sabhi ko! Mai hu Krish Pandya, aur aaj ki ye shaam me aapka swaagat hai." Krish announced.

"Aap soch rahe honge, ki mai kyu host bana hu? Toh baat ye hai ki mai sabse chota hu aur free me ye party me liye host bhi mil gaya." Krish joked.

Everyone in the room shook their head and laughed.

"Toh, ye party ki shuruwat karte hai ek dance se. Ya phir, do dances?" Krish said, very smartly.

Raavi and Shiva just looked at each other, while Dev dragged Rishita to the centre of the room.

Just then, Natasha, who was standing a few feet away from them, said "Ye dono kaise karenge dance, nafrat karte hai ek dusre se, they can't even stand each other!"

Hearing this, something irked Raavi, and she pulled Shiva to the centre, and close to her.

"Dekh, I know tujhe awkward lagega, lekin thoda naatak hi kar lena please." Raavi pleaded.

"Mujhe naatak karne ki zaroorat hi nahi hai, I'm a born dancer" Shiva smirked.

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Shiva pulled her closer as the first noted of the song played.

They looked into each other's eyes, and their dance was so synchronised, it was as if they'd been practicing.

They were in sync, twirling and rolling and falling in each other's arms.

(Imagine a cute performance with all the twirling, and other steps. 10x cuter)

Song ends.

They held their gaze for a second longer, and turned to bow towards their audience.

"What a performance! Ab aap sab awkward feel mat karo, hum aapke liye dj shuru kar dete hai, aur khaana toh hai hi!" Krish announced.

Shiva walked across to get a glass of water. Having Raavi so close, there was some new emotion in his heart, he couldn't place it.

He didn't want to let her go. He wanted to protect her. Always.

A rush of cold liquid broke his thought process. He looked down to see someone had spilled juice all over his jacket.

"Sorry bolne ke liye bhi nahi ruka woh. Besharam log." Saying so, he walked over to his room to prevent his jacket from staining.

Someone had an eye on him, and followed his footsteps.

...

"Raavi, ye toh kitna pretty hai! Kaha se liya?" Rishita exclaimed, looking at her ring.

Over the past few weeks, they had got to know each other better. They had a deep conversation one night, where Raavi told her everything, and finally said that she's happy with Shiva, so Rishita didn't have to worry about her 'trying to steal Dev'.

Since then, they've been really good friends, as they should be. Supported each other when right , and corrected each other when they were wrong.

This sudden change had shocked everyone in the house, but it made them all happier than ever.

Things were finally working out, and peace in the house had been restored.

"Shiva ne gift kiya mujhe. Bohot pyaara hai!" Raavi smiled.

"Kya? Ring ya Shiva?" Rishita asked teasingly.

"Shut up yaar!" Raavi blushed.

Suddenly, she heard a small rip coming from somewhere. She looked around and saw that someone had stepped on Rishita's dress accidentally, causing a small tear.

It wasn't noticeable, but it would be better to stitch it up.

"Arre re! Tum chalo mere saath, mere kamre me silai waali kit hai, 2 min me theek kar dungi" Raavi said, leading Rishita to her room.

She made Rishita sit down, who was devastated about her dress ripping. "Itni sad mat ho, mai theek kar dungi." Raavi explained, moving towards her cupboard.

She could hear some noises from the washroom, but thought her ears were ringing.

As she was stitching up the dress, something fell from inside the washroom, causing Raavi to prick her fingers

"Ouch. Kaun hai ye, gadheda" She angrily got up to see who it was.

Seeing the scene before her, she wished she had never opened this door.

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Few minutes ago

"Yaar, ye suit nahi kharab hona chahiye. Kaun tha woh idiot?" Shiva angrily said, entering the washroom, wiping his suit continuously with a tissue.

He heard the washroom door close behind him, and turned to say something, but was shocked.

Natasha.

"Shiva! Tumhe yaha akele aate hue dekh liya, toh socha company dedu." She said seducingly, walking towards him and trapping him against the wall

"Tu kya kar rahi hai, hatt idhar se." He said, angrily.

"Par kyu? Tu itna hot lag raha hai, mai kaise jaa sakti hu?" She raised her hands towards his face.

"Seedhe se bola toh samajh nahi aaya kya? Door hatt" He said, slapping her hand away.

"Itna bhi mat tadpa, Shiva. Mujhe pata hai tu apni shaadi me khush nahi hai. Don't worry, mai bohot khush rakhungi tujhe." Natasha stood on her toes and kissed him on his cheek.

He shoved her away hard, knocking over some bottles in the process.

"Ae, tujhe ek baar bola na hatt. Nahi matlab nahi, samajh me nahi aata? No! Shaadi shuda hu, biwi hai meri. Woh toh meri parvarish aisi hai, warna tujhe uthake bahar phek deta mai kabka."

The bathroom door creaked open. Anyone who saw the two of them would take it wrong.

But this was not just anyone. It was his wife. Raavi.

She stood there dumbfounded, continuously looking between Shiva and Natasha. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Slowly, anger rose to the point where you could see it in her eyes.

"Get out." She yelled. "Aur meri nazro ke saamne bhi mat aana. Himmat kaise hui teri? Tujhe kya laga, ki mujhe pata nahi chalega. Chee. Shakal bhi nahi dekhni mujhe GET OUT!" Raavi screeched.

Shiva moved to explain the misunderstanding, but she raised her hand in a stop motion, "Tujhe nahi bol rahi hu, Shiva."

His heart skipped a beat. She trusted him.

"Ae tu, junglee aurat, ek baar kaha na get lost." She was quaking with anger.

Natasha just smirked. "Tujhe kya, tu toh nafrat karti hai na isse."

Raavi had enough. She held Natasha's wrist and dragged her out of their room, through the living room, where there were at least 20 people, and towards the house entrance.

She was boiling with fury. She threw Natasha just outside the door.

"Sharam naam ki cheez nahi hai tujhme, usne tujhe kitni baar mana kiya, lekin tu hai ki dimaag bech ke aayi hai. NO MEANS NO. Aakhri baar bol rahi hu, mere aas paas dikhai mat dena, teri aankhen noch lungi.

Shiva and Rishita came running behind Raavi.

"Kisi aur ke pati pe apna haq mat jata, aur mere pati pe toh bilkul nahi. Warna ye tere aankhon ke saath tere daath bhi tod dungi. NIKAL YAHA SE!" Raavi screamed and slammed the door shut.

Mera pati. Mera pati. Shiva smiled inside, it felt so good to hear this from her mouth.

Raavi turned to look at him for a spilt second, and walked towards him. Shiva's smile vanished.

Ab toh mai gaya.

"Aur tu, tu chal mere saath." She angrily dragged him to their room and closed the door.

"Idhar chup chaap baithe reh, warna bohot maar khayega tu." Raavi said, furiously searching for something.

Shiva didn't mind her words. All he knew is that she had trusted him, and didn't suspect him at all, like how normally any wife would react on seeing her husband with a strange woman.

Kis mitti ki bani hai ye ladki?

"Kya dhoondh rahi hai, Raavi?" He asked calmly. If he said anything to instigate her, he would be turned to ashes in 2 seconds.

Bilkul riks nahi lene ka re baba

"Make up remover." She was still furious.

"Toh uske liye mujhe kyu bithaya hai? Mai jaau?" He asked, not moving an inch from where she had left him.

She grabbed a bottle and cotton, and sat down next to him.

"Kaise jaaoge? Ye jo apni nishaani chodke gayi hai woh aurat, uske saath?" Raavi said, roughly grabbing his face and removing the lipstick mark from his face.

He just looked at her. True, he was terrified of this version of Raavi. But somewhere inside, he was a little happy that she got jealous.

She roughly removed the lipstick mark from his cheek. Raavi couldn't stand to see it there. It was too rough, but Shiva had dare not say anything to anger her more.

" Lo ho gaya. Ab apni shakal leke jaa neeche. Koi kuch nahi puchega." Raavi got up to keep the things back, but Shiva pulled her back, holding her by both her arms.

"Sun. Mujhe ek baar bolne ka toh mauka de." Shiva started.

"Kya bolega tu? Mujhe pata hai tu aisa nahi, tu nahi dhoka dega mujhe. Warna sabse pehle tujhe uthake bahar fek deti." Raavi said, calming down a bit.

"Shakal dekh apni, gusse se laal ho gayi hai. Aur mai kya karu agar woh chipkali ki tarah chipak rahi thi mujhse?" Shiva reasoned.

"Ae. Teri chipkali sirf mai hu. Muh tod dungi teri." Raavi retorted.

"Tu jal kyu rahi hai itna?" Shiva smiled.

"Mai kaha jal rahi hu, bilkul nahi." She said, clearly jealous.

Shiva held her closer and tighter towards him.

"Mujhpe sirf tera haq hai. Sirf tera. Samjhi? Aur kisika nahi." He said, softly.

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Raavi looked up at him, and these words somehow seemed to comfort her. She was definitely jealous to see that woman with him, but she also knew that he'd never do anything to hurt her.

Never again.

Raavi trusted him with all her heart, they both accepted this relationship whole heartedly, and that's all that mattered to Shiva.

He had finally broken down all his walls, for her. For his chipkali.

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