Chahun mai yaa naa
[A/N: The thing is, I know very well that SwaRon are not sweet. They are intense, and everything deep, but not sweet. And you'd think this song is SWEET. But, I wanted a twist on this. Maybe, this song will appear deep to you. Or maybe SwaRon will appear sweet to you. I dunno seriously. I am scared writing this. The whole world knows I hate going OOC. So, I'll try my best to keep my grasp on both Sharon and Swayam's character sketch. But if, I go OOC... Please do point it out to me.]
Tu hi ye mujhko bata de
Chahun main ya naa
Apne tu dil ka pata de
Chahun main ya naa
He took his seat at the last bench of the class. It just seemed impossible to get out of this habit of his... Sitting at an angle to get her unobstructed view. Never ever, would he find this weird. Of course, since first year, when he had laid eyes on her for the first time, his heart had given him this ultimatum, that it wouldn't belong to anybody else. But then, the problem never really was his heart. It was hers. She was 'The Sharon'.
No matter how many times he tried to ask her out, it would be met with steel cold glares, and at times when he really crossed the line, with heart-wrenching fiery words.
Never ever could his pave his way to where her heart lay.
Itna bata doon tujhko
Chaahat pe apni mujhko
Yun toh nahi ikhtiyaar
Phir bhi yeh socha dil ne
Ab jo laga hoon milne
Poochhu tujhe ek baar
He had been clear how uncontrollable his love was. He would never back down, be as relentless he could be, and profess his love to her. Over and over, a million times he had done that. So much so, that he was sure that the watchmen of his college gates knew his confession by heart. Each time he would meet her, he would ask her the same thing over and over again. And she, well, she was Sharon.
The bell rung him out of his reverie, and he collected his books from his table. His pen landed on the ground, and he bent down to take it.
Tu hi ye mujhko bata de
Chahun main ya naa
Apne tu dil ka pata de
Chahun main ya naa
She saw him kneeling down to pick up something, and finally turned fully to catch a glimpse of his profile. He still would sit at that same position, always invisible to her. She found that so extremely cruel, it almost made her want to rip his larynx out at times. If he professed his love so many times, would it be so hard for him to sit at a position where she could watch him?
So many times, he had told her his heart belonged to her, then why... Why would he never claim possession on hers?
He would never move on to the next step. He would never ask her the next question.
Aisi kabhi pehle hui naa thi khwaahishein
O.. kisi se bhi milne ki
Naa ki thi koshishein
Uljhan meri suljha de
Chaahun main ya naa
Aankhon aankhon mein jataa de
Chaahun main ya naa
He watched her going out of the classroom, with each of her girlfriends on each side. She was smiling and frowning at the same time over something. A slow smile crept up on his lips involuntarily. How he wished to be the topic that made her face beam with all these emotions. He searched through the previous life he had, before Sharon, never had he had this strong a desire. Never had he even thought of a girl to have such a hold on his life. Never had the desire to be in her life been so potent.
He saw her head turning back, and wiped that goofy smile off of his face.
She had this really alluring expression, with a slight pout on her clear glossy lips, and he couldn't help but smile and wink at her, causing her to frown and turn her head to her besties again.
Mere chhote chhote khwaab hain
Khwabon mein geet hain
Geeton mein zindagi hai
Chaahat hai, preet hai
Abhi main na dekhoon khwaab woo
Jin mein na tu mile
Le khole honth maine
Ab tak the jo sile
She clenched the purse she had in her hand so tight she thought her knuckles would turn permanently white. Had he just winked? It had seemed so.
"Sharon, I love the blush you are using! What brand is it?" Someone came up and asked her. And she couldn't help but fake it.
How dare that puny weakling make her blush for real?
She caught hold of her heartbeats, and turned to the garage where her car was parked. She thanked all the heavens that Rin and Sim were not accompanying her, or else she would have a headache by the time they were done with her.
She dropped her head down to the steering wheel as soon as she got in, sighing in vain.
How would she admit to herself that he was making her heart race?
She had been dreaming of him, relentlessly. And here, the fool would only ask her about knowing his feelings.
Of course she knew his feelings. She bet the college watchmen knew about it too. It wasn't about his feelings. It was about hers.
Her feelings, her dreams, her motives, her ambitions, everything was aligning itself in such a way that he would get included.
She would spend more time in the library, so that he could effortlessly gaze at her.
She would rehearse more, so that he could gape more at her when he saw her dance.
How embarrassing was this?
So embarrassing, that she wanted to die.
She gulped loudly, cleared her head, and came to terms with what was happening to her.
Mujhko na jitna mujh pe
Utna iss dil ko tujh pe
Hone laga aitbaar
Tanha lamhon mein apne
Bunti hoon tere sapne
Tujhse hua mujhko pyaar o o..
Poochungi tujhko kabhi naa
Chaahun main ya naa
Tere khaabon mein ab jeena
Chaahun main kyun naa!
Yes, she had started trusting him. If she had even a tiny bit control over this all, she would never ever trust him. But this was all her heart's fault. It just wouldn't listen.
So yes, her heart had fallen head over heels for him.
Only her heart, not her self.
Okay, who was she kidding.
She had fallen head over heels for him.
Now, it wasn't a matter of asking his feelings, because she knew them so well. Now it was time for reveling in those feelings, as she knew he loved her.
Tu hi yeh mujhko bata de
Chahun main ya naa
Apne tu dil ka pata de
Chahun main ya naa...
He watched her car leave the premises, leaving a trail of dust behind it. And he couldn't help but sigh. He would ask her again tomorrow. Maybe until his heart gave up hope, that whether him loving her was worth anything at all.
[A/N: I hope it wasn't half bad as I think it is. Uggh.. I am a ball of nerves. And to think I completed this even through so much work. Please review. I am dying for reviews here]
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