Credits: BornThisWay
"Hey, what's that person doing on the window pane?"
"Oh! don't you worry. He's just visiting Sharon Rai Prakash." ~Random passerby.
*
Cough. Cough.
She could nearly feel her lungs pop out her chest as a sickly bout of cough captured her senses. Her immune system was at its very low and it didn't please her one bit, to have her body exposed to whatever havoc the germs were causing. And it didn't please her one bit that Swayam Shekawat now had one more reason to visit her, to get close to her. Could life get any worse now?
Sure it could.
THUD.
And that's all was needed to twist her insides.
*
THUD.
He sighed, when would he master the art of dropping gracefully into Sharon's room? He saw her recoil at the sudden and spring around like a coil, her hazel eyes wide and shocked clear on her face. Despite the fact that she looked adorable, he hadn't really wished to surprise her, like this, scaring the shit out of her.
The shock quickly gave into anger and he braced himself for the firing he was positive he would receive. It came like a whiplash and he flinched.
"What are you doing here?"
It was unbelievable as to how she could look so fiery even when sick. It took him a moment to reply back, but he did nevertheless, in an absolutely cheeky manner.
"Isn't it obvious? I came to see you."
He surely wasn't going to let her have the upper hand this time. Not when she was sick and already on trial in his mind.
"And where are your ettiquetes Mister? Does it do good to jump in my room from the window at this time in the night?" She thundered "What if anyone saw you?" How in the seven worlds did she manage to muster all her non existant energy to shout at him? Wasn't she supposed to be sick? He sighed, he should have known better.
She was Sharon Rai Prakash.
"Sharon, did you really think I'd just go away, without checking on you? Without being sure of your well-being? Smell the coffee Sharon, this is Swayam, your loverboy."
*
Swayam. Her loverboy.
Those words did something to her, something she didn't really prefer happening to her. It made her stomach squirm, it made her want to hug the man standing behind her. It made her want to forget the snobbish Diva she was. She didn't want to do that, not now when the facade was her only saviour from Swayam's intesity. Ah, hell. How did he always manage to melt her insides and leave her in a sticky mess? A gush of warm air swept past her shoulders and she stiffened, realising how close Swayam was to her, and that he was waiting for an answer. Head set straight and arms crossed, she replied defiantly "I don't need a loverboy."
She didn't know what she needed.
She heard him chuckle lightly, wondering as to what was so amusing in her statement. "Loverboy is not a things of needs, Sharon. It's pure emotion and my emotions are incredibly strong towards you, whether you like it or not, it's your choice."
She didn't know what to choose, what to say to him in response. So, she took evasive action.
"Why are you even here Swayam?"
"To see you, ofcourse."
"I don't need you here."
*
What did Sharon need? He doubted if she herself knew that.
There was a wide smile on his face but his mind was struck in a quagmire of thoughts, revolving around one single person; Sharon. As he watched her walk away from him the smile faltered. She was getting extremely hard to read and it disturbed him for now he couldn't be sure of what was going to hurt her. He was afraid he might hurt her too. On one side, she is ferocious, snubbing him every time she gets the chance and on the other, she is that Sharon whom he catches staring at him, the one who said she liked him.
"I don't care Sharon." He whispered into her back. "I'm staying here, right beside you, on that sofa."
Bless that sofa.
He saw her demeanour shrink and it pleased him a little. He knew she had accepted defeat, though she wouldn't say that aloud. He walked back to the sofa and seated himself on it, watching Sharon move to the bed, pulling the light blanket over her. Her face was bitter at his stubbornness to stay and he sighed at that realisation. As much as it stung him to see her bitterness, he knew she wasn't unhappy to have him there. She couldn't be.
She liked him.
He knew that.
*
His eyes were closed and his lips were stretched in a adorable smile, deducting the years from his face. The sweetness radiating from it brushed away the bitterness filled in her heart. She shook her head in defeat. He wasn't going to let her go, not when she herself didn't want to.
Because she liked him a lot, and will do.
And somehow, she knew he knew that.
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