Chapter Two.
"What? Please tell me you are joking."
"I am not, Swayam."
"Shar-"
"Look Swayam, half the domestics occur due to someone not doing the chores. I don't want this nonsense to interfere in our lives."
Swayam looked at Sharon bewildered. What had happened to this girl? He kept his hand on hers and pressed it gingerly, with a frown on his face. "Sharon. This isn't a big deal, certainly not important than sleep. If it's of any assurance to you, I promise I'll take up half the chores."
Sharon's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Swayam, It's been 10 years since I have known you. You are the laziest person on earth and you would never do anything on your own, reason due to which I am here with the notepad." Swayam sighed. Why did she know him so well? He knew she wouldn't back off. Better he obliges to her demand.
"Okay fine" Swayam raised his hands in surrender "Shoot."
A victorious smirk flashed across Sharon's face and she held her pen out like a sword. So much for the saying.
"Okay so.
1. We'll cook on alternate days and Sunday will be free day. We'll go out.
2. Same for cleaning the house.
3. We'll wash our own clothes.
4. Water the plants in turns. Since we work in the same company, we can't give excuses of time being less. So, for a start, how does it sound?"
Silence.
Sharon looked up to see Swayam snoring, his face buried in the pillow. An exasperated smile came up her face after the initial pang of fury. Did she really expect Swayam to sacrfice his sleep and listen to her bickering? After all, he was Swayam I-love-to-Sleep Shekawat. She shook her head in a melancholic way. It wasn't going to be easy, being Swayam Shekawat's 'wife'. No worries, she'll deal with this later. After switching off the lights, Sharon placed herself on the bed, besides Swayam, staring at his comical face before sleep engulfed her.
****
Sharon shifted around in the bed, her arms flaing around in various directions. She lifted her right arm up and brought it down with a tremendous force expecting it to land on the soft mattress.
"OWW."
"What the hell!" Sharon nearly fell of the bed as the loud cry took her by surprise. Her dishevelled hair hung over her face and she got up, to see a teary eyed Swayam sitting on the bed, rubbing his chest.
"Sh-Sharon, what were you thinking?" Swayam gasped, tears in his eyes, as he rubbed his chest in a comforting way. It hurt so much. He saw her blinking for a few moments and then she burst out laughing. Swayam looked at her, scandalized, as she clutched her stomach and guffawed. Swayam felt his face going red with anger. "It isn't funny." He said in a low voice. Sharon stopped and looked at Swayam whose face was downcast. His flicks lay over his eyes, giving him a menacing look. Oh dear, Sharon thought and crept on the bed, kneeling beside Swayam.
"Really hurting?"
He looked up. "Oh no, it felt like cotton falling on my chest."
Sharon crossed her arms, shooting him a piercing stare "I couldn't have hit that hard."
"Trust me, you did." Swayam snapped and got down from the bed, rushing to the bathroom, slamming the door in the process. Sharon shook her head in a melancholic way, when would Swayam get over his habit of being melodramatic?
****
"Swayam."
Silence.
"Come on now. Stop whining like a pig."
Swayam stuffed the food into his mouth, without paying heed to Sharon. The sea breeze was flowing through the beach-side restaurant, messing their hairs while doing so. The sunlight shimmered over the dynamic water as activity and cheer ruled the beach.
While Swayam and Sharon were having their breakfast in silence.
"Fine, suit yourself, crybaby." Sharon snapped and stood up, walking into the sands towards the shore. She walked to a secluded area of the sea shore and closed her eyes, feeling the wind hit her eyelids, quite forcefully to her dislike. She felt annoyed and ofcourse the cause of the annoyance was the jerk stuffing food into his mouth, back at the restaurant. Now who in their right senses would be angry for getting hit accidentally? And Sharon had apologised to him, but no Swayam Shekawat had to act like a moron. He was cold-shouldering her. Probably, not the best thing to do. After a few seconds, her anger dissolved to give rise to a slight sense of desolation. She couldn't help it. She was that dependant on her interactions with Swayam that even a small communication gap made her feel restless. She despised to feel disabled, yet it turned out that she couldn't help it. She had always banked on Swayam's companionship for the past 10 years.
Maybe the unintentional hit did hurt a lot. Maybe, she should talk to him and knock some sense in that boy, sweetly.
The next second, she felt herself being pushed into the blue sea.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
