Cinderella's Man
Hey guys... so this is what I wish would happen in today's track. Unless they're, most predictably, planning to wreck yet another chance of taking the love sotry forward!!!
Enjoy!
"Dinner's ready, if you're not going to be on the table in two minutes, none of you is getting any food tonight." Mrs. Shekhawat scowled at the three sitting in the living room, together but engrossed in each of their own worlds. "Kids." She muttered as she went back into the kitchen.
"Coming Mom!" Swayam said putting down his earphones. "Coming Mami..." Taani said flipping yet another page of Filmfare. "Coming Jaan." Mr. Shekhawat said typing his report. The two kids looked up at him with raised brows as he tried not to flush, making both of them burst out laughing.
"NOW!" Mrs. Shekhawat shouted from the dining table, her hands on her hips as three of them scurried towards the dining table throwing their stuff back at the sofa they had been sitting at. This was a common scene on the dining table in the Shekhawat's house.
"So were you finally able to find a replacement to Kria?" Mrs. Shekhawat asked.
"I can't replace her Ma, you know that." Swayam sighed as he put down his spoon.
"I think your mother's talking about the sixth dancer for your team." Mr. Shekhawat said matter-of-factly.
"They're still having auditions." Taani said super-excited. Swayam rolled his eyes as he chewed. At times he thought that them being the only kids in the family they should've been at least good friends considering the 'hardly-any' age difference, but this explained his inhibitions; he just couldn't handle his overly jumpy sister for more than fifteen minutes in a go. At times he felt like suggesting her mother to get her checked for ADHD. "Mami are we having ice cream tonight?" Taani asked as the two kids picked up the plates for their daily routine of cleaning up the kitchen after dinner to give Mrs. Shekhawat some time to stretch her legs.
"I'll take butterscotch." Mr. Shekhawat said wiping his hands.
"Black-current." Mrs. Shekhawat said smiling at her son for being so caring as he took her plate.
"Me too Bhaiya!" Taani said as she put everything in the dishwasher.
"No ways... you get the ice cream out for everyone! Get me chocolate!" Swayam said running out of the kitchen leaving Taani fuming.
"Bhaiya, are you guys going to work on the auditions tonight?" Taani tried to pry.
"We're thinking. We've been sent some CDs and some uploads. So Rey is probably coming over." Swayam said spooning his big blob of chocolate ice-cream. Right on cue the doorbell rang.
"Mami, I'll get it." Taani said as Mrs. Shekhawat got up. Taani hopped to the door humming some random tune. Opening the door she almost stopped mid-hop. There was Sharon standing there looking unnervingly breathtaking. Taani gulped staring at her wide eyed. She wondered how someone could look so stunning in a simple white summer dress. Sharon looked at her tapping her feet impatiently as certain someone took all the time in the world being star-struck on her, folding her arms against her chest lightly clearing her throat.
"Bha..." Taani almost said as Sharon glared daggers at her. "...aaii." Taani completed gulping hard once again. "Bhaiya!" She shouted back as she stepped aside to let her in. Swayam looked back when he heard calling him He just stared, his ice-cream spoon hanging from his mouth, unable to gape at her walking into his house... his house!!! He blinked taking the spoon out of his mouth.
"Umm..." Mrs. Shekhawat made a sound trying not to laugh at the look on her son's face. Great! Swayam thought, now she has officially seen me in every attire possible (apart from nude), his expression a somewhat mix between a blush and a scowl as he looked down at his SpongeBob three-fourths.
"Hi Swayam." Sharon said trying to keep a straight face.
"Uh hi." He said getting up from the table. From the side of his eyes he could see his mother smiling. "Mom, this is Sharon. My... I... I mean the CS of our college." He said.
"Vo... Rey had some work at home so he told me to come in his place to help you with the auditions." Sharon said nervously as Swayam just nodded.
"Umm... then we should start." Swayam said trying to decide whether to sit in the living room in front of everyone or take her to his room. Damn, the last option seemed so wrong in his head.
"Swayam, you kids sit in your room. I'll send some cold coffee." Mrs. Shekhawat said sensing her son's awkwardness. Maybe this was the girl he was constantly busy getting gifts for. Swayam realized that his mother's harmless little sentence meant something more. He looked at Sharon and Taani standing awkwardly at a distance, and realized she meant three of them, he lightly shook his head as he motioned Sharon towards his room. Sharon went towards his room, not waiting for him or his deranged cousin. Taani looked at her moving gracefully and haughtily clanking her sparkling white heels. She gasped nudging her brother in the ribs pointing at the very same shoes she had seen him order online, who shushed her, as he followed Sharon into his room.
"These are the CDs we have received today." Swayam placed a bunch of CDs and his laptop on the bed and dragged a bean-bag to sit on it. Sharon sat down on the edge of the bed nearby the laptop. Taani walked in with a tray of coffee mugs. She saw her brother look at Sharon fleetingly while she played one of the CDs.
"What do you say about this?" Sharon said looking intently at the dance routine in front of her.
"Not that great. She's good, but not up to Kria's levels." Swayam said looking at his phone as it rang. "I'll be back in a minute." He said getting up.
"Here is your coffee." Taani said giving him a coffee mug as he went out taking the other two with her as she sat down in the place Swayam had just left vacant.
"Thank you." Sharon said taking a sip. "Umm... can I have a notebook? I need to take down a few things." Sharon asked. Taani nodded as she got up to pick a notepad from his study table.
"Those shoes are beautiful." Taani said as she gave Sharon the notepad.
"Thanks." Sharon muttered writing down the names she liked.
"I never knew Bhaiya's choice in girl's accessories could be so good." Taani said sipping her coffee.
"Excuse me?" Sharon said gulping before she could splutter the coffee.
"Those shoes. I was with Bhaiya when he was choosing them." Taani said confidently.
"I think you're mistaken. Rey bought these for me."
"I clearly remember. Those Jimmy Choos..."
"Ummm..." Sharon said trying to straighten her mind as she got up. The notepad tumbled down from her lap and a piece of paper fell out of it. Picking it up she realized Taani was right, in her hands was the receipt of the shoes. She looked up from the paper and saw Swayam at the door, looking as if someone had just choked him. He tried to say something but the sound got caught in his throat.
"Aa... I'll just come." Taani said trying to leave the two together considering something had just happened which clearly shouldn't have.
"I'm..." Swayam began to say as Sharon picked up her handbag trying to get out of the room, fuming. Swayam hoped she didn't take off those shoes and hurl them at his face. He slumped on the bed, what the hell was he thinking giving into Rey's maniacal ideas.
"Swayam..." She said stopping at the door, looking back. "...thanks." She said going out from there. Swayam looked up disbelieving. He was shocked she hadn't screamed at him for trying to apparently woo him again. She had accepted his gift. She had said thanks! He whooped in the air.
"Yes!!!" Swayam said out loud.
"What's happening there?" Mrs. Shekhawat called.
"Nothing mom." Swayam answered back biting his tongue.
There was once Cinderella, who forgot her glass slipper and ended up getting her guy. And then there was another Prince Charming, who forgot the payment receipt of the shoes... maybe will end up getting his girl too.
Those who are reading my writing for the first time... this is the link to my first SwaRon OS:
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/1708079/swaron-os-without-you
and my RiMar OS:
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/channel-v-dil-dosti-dance/1713045/rimar-os-mere-jaana-sequel-link-pg-2
Luv,
Pree
Anupamaa
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