They stood across the hall staring at each other, starved eyes taking in the sight of one another, frantically looking one another up and down, to see if they were fine, physically. She tried staying away from him, but she couldn't trust herself enough. She walked away. He was probably better off, he wanted the divorce, she had learnt to live with the fact that maybe she wasn't the one for him, that Disha was perfect for him, after all she was his mother's choice and Shiva had been with her during the couple's competition, they must have been married by now. As she walked off with a broken heart, she realised she had never really moved on from him, time and distance had helped the ache ease, but one look at him and everything came rushing back at her in waves that had almost overpowered her.

Shiva took in the sight of her, she seemed better, happier the circles that had forever taken place underneath her eyes had vanished, why wouldn't they he wondered, no one here was making her work 24/7, his heart hurt as he thought of the pain she had been through in that house. He wondered how he spent 22 years of his life there, now that he is out of there and was living with Mahesh since quite a while he realised there were so many things that were done differently, life outside the Pandya Niwas was different, very different. Shiva wished he had Raavi by his side, he didn't know if he deserved her, but if she wanted him he would be there. Always. He would talk to her.

Raavi walked to one of the rooms that had been reserved for her along with her crew and the rest of the staff working, she almost ran, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Seeing Shiva in front of her had messed with her head, she wanted to run into his arms, except she probably didn't have any right or reason to. She thanked the gods that no one had seen her run away in a haste, as she ran into her room and was prepped to shut the door, his hand stopped the door.

He barged right in, he wasn't intending on her not hearing him out. She backed off as he put up the do not disturb sign and shut the door. She stood facing away from him, hell bent on not looking at his face, her Achilles heel. Her heart beat louder as she heard his heavy footsteps approach her, she didn't want to turn towards him. No.

His arms came around her, and she crumbled. She broke down crying, as his tears wet her shoulder she cried harder, for the times and love she may have lost. She cried for all the hurt and pain, she cried for all the times she hurt and all the times she hurt him.

Seeing her cry set him off, in the past 3 months he hadn't cried, he didnt allow himself to, he had no right to he left, after all it was him who had driven her away, what right did he have to lament the decision he was hell bent on taking? Looking at her cry for him, he couldn't stop himself, there were more tears than the ones he could have blinked away.

He kissed her tears away and she cried even more so, his tenderness and love speaking volumes, she couldn't hold herself from him, she needed him far too much.

That night they cried in each others embrace, they spoke, they screamed, they yelled, her tiny little fists no match against his broad chest, and when they spoke again they spoke of apologies and of promises. Their love was only theirs to cherish and to have. No one else's, it was just Shiva and Raavi.

Raavi woke up to kisses being pressed onto her face, she smiled as his beard scratched against her skin, he bit down on her cheek abruptly and she yelped, instantly waking up, she frowned and pouted at him, showing him her displeasure, he smiled and kissed her pout, pulling her out of bed and pushing her into the shower, they had a very busy day ahead of them.

3 months had all it had taken for Shiva and Raavi to heal from some wounds, but they had taken another 3 to fall in love, slowly, to fall in love with everything they had in them. They had healed completely, the jagged pieces of their broken selfs had smoothened when they were away, but now they had fit together perfectly. Like Kintsugi that fixed broken cutlery with gold and joined the broken pieces, their love had melded them together, they had their scars, they understood the value of themselves, one another and of the love they shared. They vowed to never forget that. One of the promises they had vowed to keep for as long as forever was.

You are not broken, you are becoming

-Bianca Sparacino

A.N: Okay sorry if this wasn't what y'all were expecting, but yeah I felt like this was the best I could come up with! Also Kintsugi is a Japanese art that fixes broken cutlery with gold, If I am right! The word cicatrize means healing by scar formation.