Author's note: Okay .. so I hate Nandu. PERIOD. Is it even FAIR .. to set the DAMNED bar sooo high ?! 😲 How AWESOME is my Begum ?! Matlab yaar usske baad toh expectations matlab sky high ! 😕 How cud I ever, like no, really EVER match up ?!?! But I do heart SwaRon sooo very much ... so yeah .. my language / vocab might not be as class, but I hope u can feel what I was trying to convey. Much Love, Rafi 😳
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Chapter 3 : "Have you seen me lately? " (Rafi)
Sharon couldn't believe her ears. She looked up at Swayam incredulously. Had he really said what she heard him say? Did Swayam just say no to working with HER, Sharon Raiprakash?! The same Swayam who'd pursue her day and night, relentlessly, with that love-struck look on his face? The same Swayam who'd look like he'd won a kingdom and a half, with his face breaking out into a smile that would light up the entire room, every time she'd so much as glance at him ' HE , was saying no to spending time with HER ?
The fact that she thought he had a smile capable of lighting up the room, of course, escaped her conscious mind at that point.
HE was WILLINGLY saying no to a chance to be around her all day, that too for a legitimate cause that was practically being handed to him on a platter ? Whatever happened to all his big talk about her being "Bohot special" and all? Had someone been there to hold a mirror to her face then ' Sharon Raiprakash would've seen how comically puffed up her cheeks were, complete with an affronted pout that said it all about the way she felt at Swayam's renouncement of the arrangement.
But alas.
Sharon tried to proffer a response but her disappointment at his seemingly fervent affections for her ebbing away so unceremoniously, was so overpowering that all she could do was draw a feeble smile as she shifted her gaze from Swayam to RDX . Wait WHY was she disappointed !? She should be happy considering how much she wanted out ' out of this begrudging partnership that RDX had been threatening to impose on her ever since he appointed Swayam as her assistant. And now that Swayam himself was holding the door open for her ' why did she feel like ' she was being sent off .. like she was being rejected .. ?
Wait ' who was HE to reject her !? Even as all these thoughts were building up into a tempestuous turbulence within her , her fiery green eyes sought out a particular set of chocolate brown ones, that were determinedly looking ahead, fixed onto some inanimate object beyond RDX , away from her line of sight . It was as if he was prepensely looking anywhere but in her direction, deliberately refusing to acknowledge her.
Sharon had never felt this dejected.
Or angry.
As if to belie the maelstrom of frenzied emotions within her, she scoffed, a little louder than necessary , her voice laced with indignation .. albeit lacking in its signature acerbity:
"Yes Sir ' I don't want to work with HIM. I have been handling all the college events and fests all this time by myself ' and pretty smoothly at that. I don't see why this time should be any different".
But RDX would have none of it. The success of this event was crucial to the college's image and team work was necessary to ensure it went smoothly, from perfect planning to efficient execution. If Sharon was well versed and proficient in all the contemporary acts that an event of this stature demanded ' Swayam possessed the know-how of when and where to add traditional touches complementing Sharon's modern approach and finesse to impress old school trustees.
And so it was decided.
Sharon and Swayam were to work together for the event. As was expected from the Cultural Secretary and Assistant Cultural Secretary of St. Louis College of Sciences, Arts and Commerce.
Somewhere deep down, Sharon felt ' elated ? Not only was she thoroughly confused by her own elevated state of mind as a result of the partnership decreed by RDX but also disconcerted by just how much she found herself looking forward to working together with him, spending time with him.
She looked up at him and a fleeting memory of the night before crossed her mind ' where he held her close as they swayed to the music of hushed nothingness that surrounded them ' and involuntarily a faint blush crept up her cheeks ' however it dissipated as fast as it came and Sharon mentally kicked herself ' the effectiveness of the Ecstasy she used to spike the drinks at the party sure lived up to the ridiculously hefty sum she parted with to get her hands on it. 24 hours later , it seemed to have come back in all its narcotic glory to bite her in the arse and cloud HER mind .. warna her and blushing at the thought of that vapid, plain and uninteresting Swayam .. Sharon paused to reread her thoughts and winced at the adjectives she used for him. What was WRONG with her .. she never felt guilty about putting anyone down, especially Swayam .. toh phir aaj ? !
No, she was Sharon Raiprakash and just like the people around her, her thoughts had to do her bidding. As for people trespassing into the realm of her thoughts without her permission, THAT .. was out of question..
But Swayam Shekhawat had done just that.
Sharon took a deep breath, closed her eyes and for one last time, conjured up the image of his face when he had asked her for a dance the night before. Those soft brown eyes, exuding such warmth. So tender, so genuine in their earnest fondness for her. She felt a tug at the corner of her lips as they curled upwards involuntarily and she found herself smiling in an unprecedented, unexpected contentment.
And then her eyes flew open.
Ok, What the hell just happened !? -___-
She was smiling. At the thought of Swayam.
But she couldn't have been smiling.
Raiprakash's dont smile.
They sneer.
They scoff.
They smirk.
But they DON'T smile.
At least THIS Raiprakash doesn't.
Yes.
That was a smirk.
She was smirking.
Or she was still heady from the Ecstasy from the night before.
It had to be.
She was overthinking things.
She just felt guilty about spurning all over his feelings.
It was just the guilt coming back to haunt her, there was nothing more to it.
(Or was there?)
Sharon kept frantically fishing for excuses in her mind.
Something. ANYTHING.
ANYTHING except for what it REALLY was.
Yes.
Even if by some absurd divine intervention, Sharon had KNOWN the truth as to why she was feeling the way she did, it would have been too mortifying in its incrimination for her to acknowledge. Even if she HAD known the truth for what it really was, it was a secret she'd have taken with her to the grave.
HAD she known.
But the fact remained that she didn't.
Sharon kept coming up with one lame explanation after another, and kept shooting them down herself the very next moment because of how pathetically they failed to justify her actions, her thoughts. More like her lack of control over the aforementioned.
She felt helpless, having to explain her own actions to herself.
And then she was struck by an epiphany of convenience.
Wait. She was planning on getting back at him for going up against her. Yes. THAT'S why she'd been thinking so much about him. THAT'S why she had imagined his face. A good Sniper always takes a long, hard look at the target before locking in on them. Yes. THAT was what she was doing. Locking in on him.
With much deliberation, she pushed away the compelling image from her mind.
She didn't give a dead rat's arse if his eyes were warm or balmy or chilly or cloudy or humid or boiling. The guy dared to slight her in front of RDX, and pay he was going to. NO one crosses Sharon Raiprakash, brown eyes or muddy green.
Assuming her characteristic haughty expression, she threw her head back triumphantly, her eyes blazing ominously. She was going to make him pay for whatever he was thinking when he showed her down in front of RDX. She was going to teach him a lesson for trying to outsmart her, but most of all, she was going to take him apart, piece by piece, for daring to disregard her presence. As to WHY Swayam's refusal to work with her or to even acknowledge her existence messed with her head so much, that was a nagging thought at the back of her mind she forcibly pushed away. For now.
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