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A SWARON OS
Hola!!
I am back with an OS!
This ones for my crazy naughtinnocent- Mansi!
Please Maaf kardena! I know am late!
~**~
Sleek heels clicked their way on the clean marble, mahogany waves splashed by her slender shoulders, her walk, her charm was so graceful- so angelic that none dared to ever breathe, the walls hugged even a slight shadow of hers, those shiny brown orbs intoxicated each one, they twinkled with hot rage, they glittered with attitude,
they deepened warmly with love.
Girls and Boys! Everyone and Everyone!Lights, Camera, Action! The Diva of St. Louis had arrived, her entry as glamerous as ever! Geez, was the crowd ever more
restless? Ofcourse,'The Rose Day' started from her and ended from her! No doubt, this festival was enlightened only by such an epitome.
"Sharon! Please, please!" roared her fans, pleading for only one want:- the acceptance of their rose.
No matter how many boys adored her, no matter how many roses she recieved, the girl longed only for one rose, whether shrivelled or blooming but given by her romeo,
her sweetheart.
"Boys, NO!" She rolled her eyes negatively, completely uninterested by their several tries.
Neither did they leave her, they fell, they begged, in the end who would give her another option, it was a big NO to rejection.
"Girls, girls please hold them for me. Thank u!" I requested, dumping a humungous bunch of red roses in Simmi's hand.
My pair of eyes craved to meet his, wandering where he was, searching every nook and crook of St. Louis.
"Babez, the boy you are so passionate about is too busy between a range of girls. Dont worry, there are all kinds there sweety. Look, look. Over there!" Simmi teased
me, honestly tempting me to kill umm nope, tear those stupid weaklings into bits and pieces plus feed them to .. too... I really dont know but seriously, its gonna be
worse than anything!
"Thanks. That weakling better get to know what he has to face. Anyone interested to message him?" I asked, frowning angrily, tilting my head a little to take a look at
his stupid band of followers.
"Girls!" I walked towards him, style, the diva stood with attitude, least bothered by the crazy boys running after her.
"Weaklings! OUT!" I shouted, my ring finger beckoning them to get out.
"Woah, woah! Someone's jealous, I see." answered someone, who else would, the one and only Swayam Shekhawat.
"Oh really?! Well I'm really happy with my fans. U can enjoy with yours. Now, will you escuse me? I have to choose a boy who will be my date for the evening!" I sigh,
eagerly excited for tonight, drama rehearsed up to perfection.
"Amazing! Kiara??" He calls out, smirking widely.
"Yes babe!" a voice replies, a thin figure erupting from the millions, infact, a beauty. Her long, straight jet black hair was arranged carefully, narrowly cut fringes
covered her forehead, her orbs a lovely shade of charcoal, tiny dimples adjourning her rosy cheeks, her lips oh-so- mesmerizing. Boy, was she pretty? Her blue-
sleeveless sequined dress, specially designed for its lady, her curves showing themselves off magnificently.
"What the hell! Who is she!? The bl***y!" My mind screamed, jealousy creeping from the depths of my heart.
"Wow, she's really khoobsurat! Umm, I'll be back. See u in the evening." I mutter an escuse, clearly stressing on the word- 'Khoobsurat',leaving the area in a hurry
before anyone could see a break down.
I have no idea whether he responded, whether he even cared for me or whether he was just too busy with that girl. I needed a lonely place, where the diva could vanish,
a young, sensitive girl could take her place. No one should know my other side, my real taste, the actual girl behind the show.
"Sharon!" he shouted, catching up with me.
I ignored him, paying no heed to the clashing storms forcing me to turn, rushing away from popularity. Suddenly, my hand was grasped, unable to wriggle from his grip,
I knew he was strong, it was no point even trying. My body became loose, giving him full access to dominate me, permitting him to break or soothen me. It was his
choice, he could do either.
"Sharon, My Siren.." He whispered sensationally, pulling me close to him, his muscular arms easily snaking my waist.
"What do u want?" I shout, hot tears bursting from my sorrowful plates, shutting them down with pain.
"Open your eyes.. look at me..." He answered, his soft voice begging me to trust him.
I faced him, my swollen orbs opening, my robotic self being controlled by him...
"Hey.. Shh.." He consoled me, his loving palms clutching my face tenderly, his forehead meeting mine, his luscious lips brushing my salty cheeks.
"Stop! I cant let you hurt me again Swayam. Please." I mutter, shivering, holding the wall for support.
"Sharon Rai Prakash, My Siren. I love you and will always love you only! The word - 'Khoobsurat' defines only you nor does anyone else even deserve it. I know you want
to know about Kiara. She's just a setting.. I dont love her and never will. I love seeing you jealous! I know I hurt you and I am extremely sorry. You have a right to
insult me, slap me, do whatever you want but please dont leave me. I wont be able to live without you. Please baby." His true love enveloped me, assuring me, putting a
stop to my winding jealousy.
"I love you Swayam..." I murmur, leaping up, his deft hands lying in wait to hold me.
"I know.." He whispers, capturing my gentle lips at once, tasting each and every sugary- salty piece, heavily enjoying the romance. Would he request for a permission?
No way, his slithering tongue barged into my flavoured mouth, playing steadily. I brought him closer, his grip tightened, oxygen unrequired for us. We wouldnt stop, we
didnt care, all we wanted was eachother.
"Woah! Swayuu!" I stopped, reality cleansing my dreamland, ending those special minutes for a short while.
"Shar??" He asked, undoubtedly confused, various thoughts invented by his intelligent brain.
"Hey, we are the main topic for the entire college. Everyone is learning alot about us, afterall, they need to pass the exams and we are their portions right. How
about we give them a small break. Rest is necessary too." I answered, unable to meet the vision of anyone.
"I would say, who cares! Infact, how about giving them more?" He replied, a glint of naughtiness flooding in his chocolatey brown orbs.
"Whaattt!" I squeal, staring at him with uttermost confusion.
"Yep.." He answered.
"Sharon Rai Prakash, would you do the honours of being my date for tonight?" He asked, bending down, his knees touching the hard ground, his question waiting for its
answer.
"YESSS!!" I shout, smiling.
"But I wasnt even done!" He says, pouting
"Oops!" I put a finger on my lips, being a 5 year old.
"Ms. Sharon Rai Prakash, this is our last year, our last rose day yet, I donnot want to loose you, I don't want to leave our love story incomplete. I wish to write more, I wish to close this enchanting novel only when I die. I admit I aint your Prince charming, I know I am a dumb weakling, I am nothing in front of you but Will you be with me, Will you hold my hand as we travel through this complicated journey, Will You Complete Me? Sharon, Will You Be MINE Forever, Will You Marry Me?" He proposes, startling me, a dream came true today.
"Umm..." I thought, pretending to think, doing a top class drama after a long time.
"Swayam Shekhawat how dare u! You arent perfect but you are my Prince Charming, you do deserve me but its me who doesnt deserve you. You have everything, you're amazing and how could you think I am going to loose such a splendid chance. Wait a minute, are you nuts!! How could you even think I would reject you! Ofcourse not, you idiot! I love you Swayam and the only man who will marry me is YOU! Get it?" I answered during the grand finale, polishing a large grin on his lips.
"What the hell! For such an answer, you made me wait for so long! SHARON!" He glared hard, disapproving such an excellent answer from me.
"Sure, sure! You see, you cant get back to Kiara but there are still many who would love to marry me! Wanna see?" I tease proffessionally.
"Boys! Anyone interested?" I yelled, why, who would say 'No', the arrival of a big yes came at once.
"Oh puhlease! Boys, I am in a pretty much a good mood today but you better hammer this into your head that she is ONLY mine! Tomorrow, I see any of you, You are dead!" He answered, losing his temper correction, jealousy!!
"Shh, I am only Yours!" I whisper..
~**~
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