A Swayum OS: Goodbye

Yes. Swayum could tell you exactly when he had first seen Sharon Raiprakash for the first time and when he had fallen in love with her. Truth be told, it was not that hard as they were the same moment. Albeit she had taken all of junior college to find out that there existed a boy who goes by the name of Swayum Shikhawat, she did after all come to recognize him. In college, however, she had known him as the Weakling, the one Weakling she thought was an even bigger waste of space than the others in general. Hence, Swayum knew he exerted an effect on her. But it was mostly on the lines of loathing, disgust and sometimes even hatred. He could not deny there was also undeniable attraction involved. But at the end of the day, it was nothing she could not overcome after a few wrong moments of weakness. And yes, Swayum could tell you in an accurate chronological order when they had made eye contact first and when Sharon had danced with him for the first time outside of his dreams etc, but he was not going to.

He was not going to discuss any of that anymore. Being in love with Sharon Raiprakash was a glamorous but scandalous fulltime job. And it did not really earn him more than public humiliation and the tag of a desperate stalker ultimately. But Swayum hadn't gone into the whole thing aiming at earning anything. Anything, except perhaps Sharon's trust and love. It had taken him five long years to make her realize that he was worthy of being loved back. She loved him. Swayum knew her much too well to deny that. But in the midst of battling her trust issues, endeavoring to eradicate them, he had developed plenty of his own. That was so because she had thrown him about for far too long. That was because she did not have the courage to tell anyone except their common best friend, Rey that they were seeing each other.

Come to think of it, Sharon had done him wrong every chance she got. Sometimes, the damage she inflicted upon him was even out of chance. But each time he allowed her to do that. His reputation was ruined, not that it mattered. It shouldn't still have been so bad. Swayum did not know enough of any language to pick a word to define the strength of his love for her. But he did not deserve the pain. So, he had to withdraw himself from the arena entirely. He had once decided not to be the experiment rat in her laboratory but failed eventually. This time, his will was stronger and his wounds, deeper. Because then, she hadn't loved him or been with him. She had just rejected him. Although she had rejected him yet again and on a much wider scale this time, it was while she was actually with him.

It was all one hundred percent over now. And with that, Swayum decided to continue dancing when the lights in the rehearsal hall flickered on. Sharon entered. Swayum sighed. It was pretty much endless.

"There's enough light in here even with the lights off." Swayum told her, turning his back on her.

"I like it this way." Her voice was soft, casual but Swayum could somehow feel that her particularly big eyes were trying to cajole him.

"Well I don't. I care a great deal what you like. I really always have and I always will, Sharon. But you can go and be the diva elsewhere now. Either you leave or I do. I'll practice someplace else, I don't mind." Swayum shouted, turning towards her. He was really very angry.

"Swayum, please," was all he let her speak before he resumed.

"For once, I am going to have to care about what I like. And I like to be a bit less excruciated than I am right now. So, I will be walking out of here and I want you to know that I am always going to love you and that can't be helped. But this, all this has to stop. I am not a kitten you can carry around at home all day and take to parks but refuse to tell your friends about because petting kittens is too girly. I am not a bad romantic novel that you can deny having read because it's just a guilty pleasure after all. I am a person and I don't deserve this. So, I'll see you tomorrow morning and never speak of this again. But right now, I am walking out of here."

"Goodbye." He added.

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This came flowing outta my pen, that's to say my Word the other night. I wrote this because this is the Swayum-like thing that got me to follow the show in the first place, back when he'd been freshly rejected by Sharon and he'd hardened up. The present track, well, I am no fan of anything of the present, not really, but Swayum this time around inspired me to come up with this. I hope you liked reading the prose, people.

Epiphany.

Beautifully written Oneshot...your style of writing is so crisp and effective...loved the way you portrayed Swayam's anguish ..his pain..his side of story..being the victim of Sharon's apprehensions ...beautifully described...loved the raw emotions portrayed through apt choice of words...it is BEAUTIFUL

Beautiful!!

Amazing OS 😊

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that was a fabulous and awesome os... liked it

u r a fab writer n u know it. you've been told how crisp your writing is everytime you've written something. nevertheless im gonna say it again. this was sharp as a whip, the words in perfect harmony with swayam's anguish.

Hey I liked your work.. It was something fresh and different and your os showcases the swayam we are facing in the show.. I like how you write..👍🏼.
He was firm yet soft with sharon telling her that he will always love her but she cannot always treat him like a load of crap and always have her way with him.. I loveed the end specially where swayam conveys his exact feelings about how he exactly felt when sharon ditched him in front of everyone..😊.
So I'd say you've done a great job..👍🏼.