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Chapter 12
Sharon felt the soft bed beneath her. But there was something different about the bed and the comforter over her, she couldn't really place what. Sharon opened her eyes and found herself neatly tucked in a bed. She looked around and realized she had been here before. But where was she? She looked around and found a trophy precariously placed on the table. The trophy read, Freestyle Champion' and beneath it was engraved the name, Swayam Shekhawat'.
She was in Swayam's room? But what was she doing in Swayam's room? She walked out of the room and found Swayam splayed on the couch working on his laptop.
Swayam felt someone's eyes on him and turned to find Sharon standing confused.
"What am I doing here?" Sharon demanded.
Swayam placed his laptop on the table and got up, saying, "You had fainted. So I brought you here."
"You could have taken me to my home." Sharon said coldly.
"I could have, but you can kick me out of your house. You can't kick me out of mine."
"I am not staying here." Sharon concluded stalking to the door. But before she could reach the door, Swayam came in between and said, "You are not going anywhere. At least not tonight till I am completely sure you are fine."
Sharon glowered at Swayam, "You had promised me you will give me space."
Swayam replied, "I believe my apartment is quite spacious. Make yourself comfortable." Sharon turned away annoyed. "You can't force me to do anything I don't want to."
Swayam said softly, "Sharon, I can't let you stay away from me when I know you are not well. It kills me to stay away from you at such times."
"I am fine." Sharon screamed.
"Don't shout, Sharon. You have already had a lot of attacks in the past couple of days. I don't think you need more."
"Don't you notice I get more of these attacks whenever you are around me. And don't you dare tell me what to do and what not to." Sharon spat, glowering at him trying to stifle the cough coming out.
"When you absolutely refuse to take care of yourself, someone has to."
"I don't need you to take care of me." She screamed. "What are you, my nanny? Just let me go." She tried going round to the door but Swayam grabbed her by her elbow and pulled her back. "No."
Her entire body shook with anger and she felt her chest block up further. Not again, please. Not right now. "I have to go." She panted, trying hard to hide her condition, but that did not go unnoticed by Swayam.
Swayam's expression immediately turned to concerned. "I told you not to take stress." He walked over to the center couch where she noticed her bag was lying.
Sharon did not know why, but even in this condition, Sharon did not want Swayam around her. She stormed off to her room, asthma choking her wind-pipe.
Swayam turned to see Sharon walk away. Exasperated, Swayam followed her. What was wrong with this girl?
"Sharon, don't act like a kid." Swayam shouted.
Sharon ran to her room and tried to close the door, but Swayam placed his foot in the gap just in time to stop it from closing. He stifled a cry and his eyes began to water from pain. Sharon was still putting a lot of force to close the door. Holding the inhaler in his mouth he pushed the door hard.
It opened abruptly, making Sharon lose grip and stammer backwards. Swayam held her by both her elbow and forcefully maneuvered her to the bed. Sharon did not give up struggling even with the lack of oxygen in her lungs. He forcefully pushed her on the bed, with him on top of her. He pulled both her hands above her head and holding them in his one hand, he took the inhaler in other.
Sharon was gasping for breath by now. Opening the cap of the inhaler with his teeth he forcefully put it in her mouth.
Within seconds Sharon relaxed beneath him.
Swayam released her panting and immediately Sharon curled herself in a ball.
"Are you crazy Sharon?" Swayam screamed furious. "What part of you will die' don't you understand? Or you are so eager to die? Well guess what, I have a good news for you. Your newfound hatred for me might love to know that you won't die alone. You will kill me along with you."
Sharon did not say anything. Swayam noticed her shaking vigorously. In a second, all his anger evaporated as he sat down on the bed.
"Sharon? Are you crying? What happened?"
Sharon did not answer. Swayam forcefully pulled her up in a sitting position and cupping her face in his hands, he said, "Sharon, I am sorry but I had to do this. I did not have a choice. Please... Stop crying, I did not mean to hurt you."
But Sharon continued crying. Finally, she pulled her face away and turning back, she said, "Just leave me alone."
Swayam waited for her to say something else, but when she didn't he quietly got up and walked out of the room.
Sharon again curled up in a ball and started crying. Her insides were collapsing into rubble. The accident had wreaked havoc in her life. She had forgotten the one guy who loved her unconditionally, and whom she wanted to remember at any cost.
Her asthma problem was making it impossible for her to live her life normally. Her heart was broken and her dreams shattered. Would she ever remember him again? Would she be able to dance again? Would she be able to live again?
***
Sharon could not sleep properly. She twisted and turned from side to side unable to sleep. Her life was in a mess and now so was her sleeping habit. Brilliant! Simply brilliant!
She got up irritated and walked over to the hall. She found Swayam sleeping on the couch. She felt a rush of gratitude towards him. His love was the only thing that was keeping her from falling apart. Sure she pushed him away, but that was only because she felt guilty of forgetting him. She did not want to build fake hopes. They might never end up together and she did not want him to feel hurt then when he realized this.
Sharon walked up to his sleeping form and sitting down on the center table gazed at him. He looked so innocent while sleeping. Her lips curved into a smile watching him. That was exactly what he felt for her. It was innocent, pure and unadulterated... love.
"There have been times when you have given me nothing but misery." The harsh words echoed in her ears. They were replaced by the softer words, "But you have also given me everything I have ever wanted. I have been the happiest when I have been with you. When I held you in my arms. When I felt your love with me."
Would Sharon ever be able to feel that again? A single tear dropped down her eyes. She whispered, "I want to love you again, Swayam."
She got up silently and while going back to her room saw a glass bottle kept in a shelf gleaming in the faint streetlight that entered the room. She went closer and holding it up in her hands examined it. Champagne. She had heard three glasses of champagne were enough to make people forget all their hurt. She decided to give it a try.
***
Swayam woke up at the sound of shrill laughter and music. The laughter was way too high pitched to be normal.
Swayam opened his eyes and in the pitch darkness, he heard the sound again. The same laughter. He rubbed his eyes, yawning, and opened them again this time noticing a bottle rolling on the floor, completely drained.
Oh Shit! Swayam thought. He thought he had had enough of melodrama for one day. But he knew he was wrong. There was more to come.
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