SWARON SS; I DONT WANT U BUT U R MINE updt page 11 - Page 9

"swayam i'm really sorry" i try to calm him down.

"no, Sharon, i'm sorry. I'm sorry that mai itna useless guy hun ki meri apni koi value hi nahi hai. Agar basketball khelu toh mai dad ke liye important hun...agar mai dance karu toh tumhare liye. Otherwise i'm a nobody. Meri apni koi kimmat hi nahi hai. Loog bahut jaldi bhul jate hai mujhe...dad...tum...i'm tired Sharon. Tired of never being loved for what i am. If you cant be with me if i don't dance...then don't. Just go now."

"but...but swayam you started dance for me and.."

"and the old swayam would have danced forever if that was what it took for us to be together. But Sharon, if someday, something happens, and i have to stop dancing...you would leave me? Thats all i am to you? A dancing boyfriend. Sounds lovely Sharon...feels like crap...hurts like crap. I'd rather have my heart broken now; than get involved further and then someday you leave me when the glamour of dance goes away. Mai tumhare saath toh kabhi aisa nahi karta...par tum? Apparently tum karogi mere saath aisa. Jao Sharon. go."

i hated that his voice was like raw blood...leaking out from a puncture...in his heart. The hole i made in it...my place from where he was forcibly ousting me...his Sharon and his dance.

I try again."swaym dance is your passion, its your identity...i you cant just turn your back on it...its supposed to be your career choice. Its your..."

"dance!dance!dance! i never thought i'd be jealous of my own dance someday Sharon...but today its paining me...you love my dance more than me? Our break up matters less to you than my dance? As for me leaving my passion...foresaking my identity...guess who i learnt it from. Tum toh dance chod rahi thi nah? Achanak mere dance se tumhe itna fark kyu par raha hai? My identity is swayam shekhawat. Not a dancing marionette you like seeing on stage." He strode away.

"i'll dance" i blurt out. Anything to stop him.

"i.." the music on my cell starts and he stops. I am dancing again. For him.

I bar the exit...and cling to him. I have wanted to for so long...to twirl in his arms...sway and have him catching me...to rub up against my love, and dance together with swayam...with his eyes gazing...beaming into mine. I long for the comfort of having him with me, knowing he will catch me of i stumble, knowing that me and swayam will never mess it up, to be back against his chest..and know the heart inside it is mine.

I wanna see him smiling again.i wanna smile with him again. "no swayam.."i whisper...hugging him from the back..."you are important, thats why your dance is..to me.

Its wonderful. I don't even feel the choking sensation...swayam...swayam is in front of me and his eyes have made that strangling in my lungs go away! I'm flying again. He does not move...confused..stunned and i guess still furious.

"gussa ho?" no answer. I caress his face..sensuously... .hold him tight and let myself loose in his arms. "accha ...toh tum bahut gussa ho" i decide...weaving a dream...dance me and swayam. My passion...my loves.

And it strikes. The strangler.

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i hated that his voice was like raw blood...leaking out from a puncture...in his heart. The hole i made in it...my place from where he was forcibly ousting me...his Sharon and his dance.