ShraMan Fanfic: Parallel lines. (Chapter 16 updated) - Page 6

Chapter 7.

January 31st, 2016.

Shravan:

She rejected my proposal. How did I even dare ask her such stuff, I wasn't sure. I kind of knew that she wasn't a girl to have agreed to the kind of proposal I made to her.

What's worse is now when we see each other in cafetaria, we overlook.

In hallways, we pass besides each other with no words exchanged between us.

And I hate to admit, but her absence in my life in this one week, made me feel a kind of void that I couldn't fill up with anything.

No girl ever did that, except one.

Except one who changed me so bad that I don't even believe in relationships anymore.

Okay make that two.

Two vital women in my life devastated me for life.

And, Suman, she seemed like some hope, some light, some magic in my life and I stupidly lost it too.

All my damn fault.

And, it sucked that I hadn't even seen her all day today. Atleast, seeing her once kept my heart at peace. She was probably on leave today.

- - -

Suman:

"Preeti, I have a question." I looked up from my novel and at her. I hardly was interested in the novel anyway.

Because, this one peculiar man wouldn't budge out from head.

"You have had relationships and I have never really poked my nose in your stuff because you have always been very sensible and I am very proud of you.."

"Di." Preeti cut me off in middle.

"What's the matter?" She smiled.

"Well, I..just wanted to know, have you ever been across any one who has had a no strings attached relationship. Or somebody who wanted it. Or..somebody who asked you for it, ever? Something like that?" I asked, unsure of how she will perceive it as. I was still her elder sister and I did not want to set some wrong notions.

"Di, wait. Why are you asking this?" She frowned.

"Okay listen there is simply no use to hide from you. But there..is this guy, I really, really like."

"And he likes you too but he wants to have a no strings sort of relationship with you?" She completed for me and I sighed and nodded.

"Di." She sighed loudly.

"What kind of guy is he?" She asked.

And it took me a minute to understand that she wasn't ridiculing him but simply asking me about him.

And that made me think.

What kind of guy was Shravan?

"He is..good." I shrugged.

"Di! I don't need you to describe him in three silly words. Please." She frowned.

"Okay okay, give me a minute please." I threw my hands up in air, in a sign of resignation.

Shutting my eyes close, I could see him.

As if he just was sitting in my imaginations. He just erupted from thin air and made himself known. And, then he was the only person I thought of.

"He is..tall. You know. Like really tall. I have to look up at him. His..his face.. It would be clichd if I just finished saying he is handsome. Because he is not only just handsome. He is so much more. He is gorgeous. He is a gorgeous human and not just a gorgeous face and I don't have him all figured out but as much as I do know him.. He.. He is a guy I would like to figure out for the rest of my life. He smiles rarely but when he does, I might just as well freeze the moment forever because..because the smile he has.. I cannot compare it with anything. Neither can I describe how much elated it makes me feel. He talks less so when he does, all I want to do is hear and grasp every word of his.

I don't know Preeti." I opened my eyes and looked at her with confusion flooding my head.

"How can I want him so much with so much desperation in such a little time?" I asked.

For next few minutes neither of us made a single voice. It was as if both of us were digesting what I said. Because, honestly it didn't happen often. Infact, it hardly ever happened.

"I am not in love. But if it was up to me, I think I would choose him to fall in love with. Even if it hurts me later. I would choose him." I mumbled more to myself than her. I had my clarity.

- - -

Shravan:

"Shravan!" I heard someone call out to me while I opened my car's door. It was almost 7 in evening and I was done for day so I was heading for home.

I knew to whom that voice belonged.

Her.

It was so amusing but it was as if I knew her very well than anybody else. It was as if deep, deep down we had a connection that was too strong to wither too soon.

I turned around and smiled.

She looked a sight to behold, in her red anarkali.

God damnit, why did I ever propose her for No strings?

She was a girl I would keep in my treasure.

Only if I could.

The only biggest enemy of mine was me. A reluctant, hesitant, tired, broken, and scared me.

She kept smiling back at me and for those few moments I chose to live in the present. To let her smile radiate to my heart and if at all, let me heal a bit.

She ran across the parking lot and came in my arms which I hadn't even realised I had opened for her, to hug me.

I hugged her back so fiercely.

I didn't want to let go of her.

And, yet, I couldn't keep her.

"Shravan." She pulled back and I liked how she held my face in her soft palms, looking at me as if there was probably nobody better.

It felt good.

"Hmm?" I kissed her nose.

"If there is only one way to be with you. I'll take it."

A part of me was extremely happy that she didn't want to let me go as much as I did not want to let go of her.

But there was this one part who felt bad for her. She wanted to be with me. It was visible. And yet, all I was giving her was this stupid kind of relationship? And hoping that neither of us get attached?

Will it even work?

For now, I chose to believe that it will.

"Thankyou, Baby." I pecked her lips twice, softly.

"Thankyou so much." I smiled.

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Hi cuties.

I am sorry. Late update yet again but there is too much of stuff that I had to do. (It was my best friend's birthday, so!)

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- Palak.'

Keep up the good work.

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need to know the Shravan's part of story i.e why he ia like this

Love you work dear

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Finally an update.

It was soo good but soo short!

I loved it.

Shravan's inner turmoil is beautifully described.

Poor Sumo loves him so bad.

Please don't make us wait so much now.

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Chapter 8.

February 6, 2016.

Shravan:

"Shravan. Slow down, FOR GOD'S SAKE." She screamed at me. And I sighed.

"We are late for hospital."

"So that doesn't make me want to die a fast and furious death." She rolled her eyes.

And I laughed.

Did she just use that..movie pun thingy?

"What?" She looked at me with that frown that she mostly looks at me with. And I have come to adore it so much.

"We are so late because of you." I shrugged.

And her frown changed to an innocent puppy face in a matter of seconds.

"Preeti was in crisis." She justified.

Lame.

"Oh yeah?" I cocked my eyebrow.

"Yes. I swear. She is going on a lunch date. Didn't know what to wear. Big, big crisis!" She spoke with so much emphasis on her words, it made me burst out laughing.

"Girls!" I shook my head.

"Excuse me. We were late yesterday because of you." She jabbed her finger in my arm and then made a pain stricken face.

"What's underneath this shirt, Shravan! You don't have muscles or what, my finger hurts. Freaking iron man!"

I laughed again.

"You mean to say I have too much muscle because that's the only reason for why it hurt you."

She rolled her eyes again.

"Don't make me lose the point I was on. We were late because of you yesterday. Why? Because your hair weren't settling down as you liked. Duh. Typical guy."

"But you like this typical guy so I am alright with that." I remarked quickly. And smiled victoriously because not only did I shut her up in her game of talking, I made her blush.

Even though I was driving and couldn't really keep looking at her but I was sure she was blushing.

"And.." I added softly, taking her hand in mine and driving single-handedly now.

"You will know what's underneath this shirt, soon." I whispered in what could be distinguished as a seductive tone.

"Shravan!" She groaned and I laughed at her getting all hot and red.

- - -

Suman:

Now that Shravan mentioned what's underneath his shirt, it got me thinking and thinking so hard.

About what?

About that night.

Exactly this day last week I had ran into his arms and agreed to whatever little he had to offer to keep him with me.

I have had terrible number of doubts on my decision and Shravan had clearly told me that I was free to walk out of this arrangement whenever I wanted to but I was determined. So determined to bring out the best in him. So determined to make him want me more than this stupid arrangement. And so determined to make him feel ayleast a bit of exactly what I feel and make him figure it out that he wanted me wholly. And not in just this way. In bits and parts.

It was probably crazy to say that I loved him. But, I also would admit this that I was near to that. Pretty near. Not almost there but still.

So after that day of agreements and yes', we had gone to his home. Or, I should rather say it was a world away from the world. Not only home. The penthouse he owned would so easily cut you off from the whole universe and we were two strange creatures looking for loads of privacy anyway.

As nervous as I was, I was brimming with anticipation with what was coming.

His hand was entangled with mine and I was acutely aware of his thumb exploring my palm. And I swear I heard him mutter 'soft' multiple times which made me blush so hard.

This was so weird.

But sometimes weird is what you desperately want.

It was as if all the nerve endings in my palm that weren't ever alive till today, came to birth. And it sent such tingling sensation to my whole body. If his thumb caressing my palm could do this to me, I could only imagine how crazy would it make me to have his skin rub against mine.

On that night, in his home, we did not do anything.

Nope.

Even I was amused and surprised because I was probably wanting it too much. But, amidst all that I also knew it'd take so much of my guts to do it.

Shravan, to say the very least, was a gentleman. Like always.

He didn't make a single move.

"Suman, I want you to dine with me, talk to me and lie down next to me in my bed. That is all. That is all I really want right now." He had said to me.

And I was amazed.

Probably, even that was a huge understatement.

So all we did that night was cook food together and it was fun because he had zero cooking skills and he looked so stunned when he saw me cook with so much of zeal and smoothness.

He had asked me where I learnt to cook so well from?

And, I told him that the need of the hour made me learn everything that I never knew.

We had wine in his balcony under the sheet of the stars. His arm that was wrapped around my waist, I hadn't overlooked that for once even.

His touch, casual or intense, I was in no way capable to ignore it even if I wanted to.

He had bunched me close to his chest and asked me about my family.

I had never had too many of friends and definitely nobody very close to me, so he was the first who took such interests and efforts to know me.

"My parents passed away in a car crash when I was 10 and Preeti was a little baby. Nobody from my mother or father's families came forward to take us home. Neither did we have any of our grandparents at that time. My parents had a love marriage. Inter caste. Both the families never approved of it but I never thought that would also mean an end of having no family to Preeti and I, when we so desperately needed some shelter. We lived with our neighbours for two months. They were sweet people but then taking responsibility of two kids over their own three kids was a lot. So, they put us in an Orphanage and I thankfully loved it. The people there were always so warm. It became my family. Other kids and the caretakers. And we would all work together. Do handicrafts and stuffs like that to earn for all of us. And they made sure to make us all study. Atleast finish our schooling. And then I got in medical school with full scholorship. Asha maa, the one who specially looked after me and Preeti because we were her favourites, she was so proud of me. I still cherish that moment when I told her about the scholorship.

And look at us now. Slowly and steadily, Preeti and I worked so hard, we rented our own place." I had smiled at him with pride.

One thing, I was immensely proud of was of my strength. Things had never been easy but I had never took the option of giving up, even for consideration.

"I'm so proud of you." He had kissed me so softly.

And if this was how I was going to be paid off for all the times I was weak and tired, with him showering me with immense love without his own knowing, I was glad that I chose to stand like a rock.

We had kissed alot that night. Sometimes with nothing but love and sometimes so wildly that I was sure my heart was pounding like mad.

We had snuggled in his bed, under the warm blanket, hearing the rain taking over the calm night that was prevailing earlier.

I had asked him about him and his life and he had casually shrugged. He wouldn't give in. He didn't tell me a word.

"Tonight is to you." He had merely told me.

And, then at that time I knew I would have to still keep my rock strong courage because I had to cut through the layers of this gorgeous man in front of me, to reach deep down to his treasure.

With that resolve and another intoxicating kiss we had slept.

That was one night and after that there came no more nights at all. I was confused. Shouldn't he have wanted me close? Just like he had proposed to me about? Was he waiting for me to ask him to make love to me? Because if he was thinking that, then I was really close and tempted to do so.

- - -

Present:

Shravan:

"Pushkar, No. I know you love Preeti alot and I respect your relationship with her but all I am asking you is to shut up and not tell her where I am. I don't want Suman to know. Why don't you understand it, Chotey." I groaned in the phone.

Did I ever tell how much I abhorred winters? I just did.

And I was here in a place that was snowing day and night like a retard.

"Bhai. Can you please shut the f*** up for once and stop being such a selfish moron. Please!"

If Pushkar was cussing on me and was on the verge of yelling at me. I was sure it had to be something grave.

"What is it?" I sighed and murmured.

I had refused to talk to Pushkar for so long. I had refused to know about Suman, the girl I had inadvertently come to love so hard that it scared me, for so long.

I had ran away like a coward. I had ran away but I still wasn't sure how to run away from the sweet memories that she had gifted me with.

"She is pregnant, bhaiya. Can you stop thinking about yourself and just come back. It your child she is bearing and the least you can do is stop being such a prick!"

What. The. Holy. Shit.

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Hi guys.

Sorry for the late update but I had been caught up with my studies and other stuff.

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P.S. Will you guys be okay if I write a little mature stuff in the next part or should I skip it?