SwaRon|D3|FF - Behind My Eyes//. - Page 18

I think I better comment after I read da next chapter.

Author's Note

I made this one longer than the last one. Do not complain, people. And lemme know how many of you would actually pay heed if I ever replied to your comments? 🤔

AND um, I am planning on updating tomorrow as well. 😳

Keep the speculations on; I am not giving away the crux soon. 😈

Thanks, by the way. Your comments elate me, each and every one. =)

-Kankshita

Chapter Seven

Open-Ended

My character had objectionable assets. I do not care to remember when I lost my mind but I certainly did. That was followed by the loss of family, all kinship and quite recently, honour.

I might have spaced out immediately. For, I do not remember so much as a shard of what happened at the party after the previously described event squatted on my prestige and refused to leave just as quietly as it came.

I woke up in a room that had red tapestry. It looked classy but it seemed to have been put there not in order to provide the room an aesthetic edge but to simply hide the life-size poster of a boy band, parts of which were mischievously sneaking out from behind still. Otherwise, the room was purely white in colour. It was Rey's room.

"Good morning." He told me, entering the room and closing the rustic door softly behind him.

He looked at me like nothing had happened. For a minute, I was considering if I had only kissed him in my hand. Before that bit of my baseless but hopeful theory could further infect my thoughts, he continued speaking.

"Last night was rather ugly, I reckon."

I nodded and did not dare look up at him.

"It was like kissing my babysitter of several years ago who hot as she may be, didn't give me those vibes." Rey explained.

Sometimes the most gruesome of things end on a charming note. I'd like to believe for Rey and I put together, this was it. I shrugged then allowed a slight smile to cover my parched lips. Eventually, I was in splits of laughter.

To sum it up, we'd become better friends that day but the catalyst that shoved me into the scenario in the first place remained unidentified. There was some open-endedness about it.

* * *

I acted persuasively and kept sleep from getting the better of me. I was waiting for Swayum to come home. I paced around the room, then sat back and began patrolling my room again. I had only just crept into bed when I finally heard the click of the doorknob and the creaking of the door hinges.

"You're late." I told him sternly.

"I am sorry." He apologized and made himself comfortable next to me under the covers.

He had turned off the lights but the minimal moonlight we received through the translucent windows was enough for me to see my silhouette on the floor, so cosily enveloped inside his. His burly shadow both sheltered and warmed my frail one. I looked more closely and realized how Swayum was the last person who had to apologize, ever.

"Don't ever be sorry, Swayum. Not to me." I mechanically told him.

"I do sorry things, I apologize." He said, suddenly every part of him in contact with me got aware.

"You never do anything sorry." I clarified, struggling to wipe off the tears before they made themselves visible to him.

"Sharon," he whispered in a voice laden with concern and intensity.

I knew that I had right next to me what I had been missing.

I buried my head in his chest and wrapped my arms around him in a fashion that suggested I was scared he'd run away. I would even have been doing so to stop the theatrical onset of his original emotion from taking a detour.

"I do bad and meaningless things." I sobbed in his shoulder.

"Everybody in the world does bad and meaningless things." He assured, stroking my hair.

"I kissed Rey." I confessed.

His body against felt mine felt like a slab of ice. Soon after that, it became a mighty stone around which I had snaked my arms. It took him all of five minutes to become himself again.

"Do you ever feel like you'd be a walking corpse without him?" He asked simply.

"No,"

"Then I forgive you for what you did." He concluded.

He quickly kissed my head and snuggled inside the covers close to me. He had wordlessly called it a night. I was relieved. However, there remained something inconclusive. We felt indecisive.

* * *

I leaped into the air and landed on my toes ten seconds later. After a quick twirl with my arms outstretched, I wrapped them around my middle and kneeled down. I revolved around the room on my knees and seamlessly found myself back in air five beats later. For several beats to come I was dancing with my middle half.

My hands were loosely placed on my two sides. Suddenly I placed them two inches away from my head on both sides. My head, waist and hands tuned in and did the same moves for the next fifteen beats.

I was getting engulfed in the boundlessly dense music. It was supposed to be sweet, almost tailor-made for a lover to dance their way to express their love to their beloved. It was the kind of music on which no one would want to dance alone. I didn't either.

"Can I have this dance?" Swayum asked and I shouted myself hoarse in the very shock.

"How did you come here? When did you come here?" Swayum in blood and flesh was standing next to me in the rehearsal hall.

"I took off from work to see you. I had a long break and didn't wanna spend it alone." He beamed at me.

He was dressed in a green shirt and black trousers. He'd hung his overcoat away. Tilting his head downwards, he gently took my hand in his and we began dancing.

Dancing with Swayum was surreal. I had to turn amateur to match his steps. Mostly, we were only just trying to not turn into our molten versions, given the amount of warmth the proximity generated. It was a dance, yet hardly a dance. It qualified for the best I had shared with anyone.

We parted fifteen minutes before his ostensible break ended. Soon after, I was joined by the dance troupe and my instructor.

My dance which was quite a dance resumed. I did all the same things, only under supervision and with fourteen other dancers following suit. Thus, this time even dance had some open-endedness to it.

Everything had refused to fit in rightly. Nothing would unwind.

* * *

Right. So I was going to never ever un-reserve this comment and let it be a constant thorn in your side for all eternity. 😛 But since you so obviously blackmailed me into un-reserving this, here I am. You have absolutely no subtly, woman.

Kanks, the kiss was haunting me day and night, but after reading the update i let out a sigh of releif.. 🤗 Srsly I wonder why am i so addicted to swaron .🤔Well khair chodo, yaar kanks whenever i read your updates it lingers in my heart for a long long time. It makes my heart so heavy with my love for swaron, kanks you are multitalented. You writings have got that power and charishma which pulls the readers to a different world. Unknowligly we visualize the whole thing. When sharon revealed about the kiss to swayam i could see how swayam would react, and the swaron dance its so romantic. The highlilghts are you way of expressing each and every scene in minute details. Wah Kanks teri jawab nahi. Thank you so much.

Awesome update kanks :)

I thought we'll be reading da story of Sharon's extra-marrital affair wid Rey from now on.😆 Thank gosh..😛

nice update anyways.😃

Well, good to hear that kiss didn't lead any where else and I'm happy that Sharon told Swayam almost immediately...Though Swayam forgiving her so fast scares me !! It makes me feel like maybe...just maybe, he has a secret of his own and I'm still waiting to find out what that exactly is !!!