SWARON SS; I DONT WANT U BUT U R MINE updt page 11 - Page 2

Everytime i snub him..every time i hope, i will see the hurt in his eyes and maybe he will finally hate me..and move on...

But his smile disarms me...like nothing can.

However much i make up my mind to stay away..i can't stop myself from looking at him, however much i push him away from me..i still feel jealous whenever i see aashi trying to make him notice her...my heart still thumps a waltz, whenever his eyes bore into mine, gazing into mine and capturing my soul, attempting to lift the confession that i care, really care for him.

I cant dance properly anymore...a few steps and i have to cough all night.

But my heartbeats? They dance, they twirl, they waltz...no longer under my control...when he, in one of those unsettling, startingly sudden manoeveurs of his pulls me into his arms and under those tufts of his schoolboy hair...obstinately refuses to let go...my heart beats..to the rhythm of his breath...they are under his power ,then not mine.

I feel like a queen when his adoring gaze makes me blush...when amongst all his eyes search me and me only.

I fought so hard to let my team enter indiafest. Not just because i cant dance and i don't want that to happen to my friends. I did it so that swayam would be happy.

So many people applauded his dance...they took his autograph...he of course never had a swollen head...but i? I was so proud...so proud...so proud.

The only thing which had been the true connection between us from the very beginning, even when we fought like cat and dog...was dance

Strange...dance is what is keeping us apart now.

In the dance camp last year, Sharon raiprakash collapsed, could not win a dance competition...for the first time in my life

All my friends showed sympathy, were sad for me...but swayam, swayam told me as long as i kept my head, he did not care..whether i won or lost...he was one person to whom my glamour did not matter...my internal beauty was appreciated.

I did not lose my head..because i had a compensation for losing..my reimbursement...my swayam won...i was so proud. if he gave up dance to make me feel better about my incapacitating disease...how would i survive?

I don't want him to lose dance because of me...i never deserved him anyway..but i wont, i wont wont wont let him sacrifice the heights to which he can reach because of me.

Maybe i wont be able to dance anymore...but he , started dancing only for me...in his dance...i will be there silently...twirling with both my loves...dance and him.. Sharon will never have given dance up,

Even if dance has given Sharon up...

But ...loving him...can i give him up?

But my heartbeats? They dance, they twirl, they waltz...no longer under my control...when he, in one of those unsettling, startingly sudden manoeveurs of his pulls me into his arms and under those tufts of his schoolboy hair...obstinately refuses to let go...my heart beats..to the rhythm of his breath...they are under his power ,then not mine.

Maybe i wont be able to dance anymore...but he , started dancing only for me...in his dance...i will be there silently...twirling with both my loves...dance and him.. Sharon will never have given dance up,

Even if dance has given Sharon up...