SwaRon Scrapbook Scene
...of gentle caress of love and intoxicating depth-less eyes
They say love is beautiful, compassionate, and passionate
But only when your loved one is by your side...
Like a soul soothing breeze of cool wind in hot night of summer, like a drop of rain in a barren land, a feeling so blissful it always left her mesmerized. He always had this effect on her. Why? She had no idea. She didn't even want to know. She was scared to let the walls down and he was just too close to breaching them. A few more blows of his compassionate love and warm words and the walls around the fortress of her heart would come crumbling down. He had already shaken their foundation; it wouldn't take much more from him to break them. And she was scared of that, because then he could easily have access to her hidden chest of emotions, raw, warm and beautiful which would make her vulnerable and Sharon Raiprakash was anything but vulnerable. So she did the only thing she could to protect her heart, she pushed him away from her, from her heart, from her soul and from her love. But if all could be so simple...
Now as she searched for him in the corridors of their college and calling out for him, his name rolling off the tip of her tongue like dark silk, her lips curling around the syllables softly as if devouring the deliciousness of a divine chocolate. She tried to mask the tremor that ran down her spine when she spoke her name by calling out to her in her most annoyed tone. He like the goofball he is would be lost in his own thoughts, in his own world and she knew would not reply back.
Irritated upon finding him indeed lost in his world of who knows what, she marched up to him and snatched the scrapbook from his hands scolding him for being off into lala land but stopping midway upon finding her pictures scattering around her, falling around her looking as beautiful as flakes of snow. Her eyes falling on pictures after picture of the innocent beauty that was no one else but her, making her knees weak and feelings settling into the depths of the coldest corners of her heart, melting them with their warmth.
Something tugged at her heart and played with its strings, producing a melody so soft like a nightingale singing on a lonely full moon night, her fingers lost their strength and the scrapbook fell on the floor near her feet as realization dawned on her, it was the warm and loving finger of his depthless love gently pulling the strings of her heart.
A wave of warmth flowed down her body as she stood there with her pictures scattering on the floor, everywhere near her and the book he was holding as if his life depended upon it lying near her. It was a scrapbook of her and he was making it. why? She didn't want to answer that because deep down she knew and that knowledge filled her with love and she raised her eyes looking at him. The one person who didn't even had to try to find the key to her heart but simply possessed it within the depths of his own heart.
Lost in a sea of emotions she didn't realize the sharp pain in her hand not until he took it in his own and she felt as if someone just poured elixir down her throat. His simple touch burned her skin with desire, hope and contentment. All the things she had been deprived of since childhood, all the things she wanted since childhood and all the things she truly believed she can't have. But here he was, her saving grace, her knight in shining armor, her rose in a garden of thorns.
She barely heard a word he said, she was too lost looking at him. How could this be possible that someone with such a beautiful soul could love someone like her having a tainted one. After everything she said, she did, he was still here, where he promised he would always be.
She didn't want to look away, she wanted to imprint every feature and every line and contour of his face so she kept looking at him as he gently wiped the blood of off her hand and started wrapping it in gauze. But then he looked up and their eyes locked that was it. His eyes looked back into her own, through her faade and into her soul, as always she drowned deeper and deeper into the depthless sea of his love shinning through his eyes. His emotions so raw and passionate, lovingly caressed her tainted heart.
The world around them evaporated into a wisp of smoke leaving them into the gentle embrace of their passionate love. She wanted nothing more than to have a taste of the forbidden emotion he was graciously offering. She wanted to devour him, to touch him, to love him. The way he was looking at her was driving her senses wild. He was the man she had insulted, humiliated and rejected in front of everyone. Yet he was still here, with the warm caress of his undying love. How was this possible that an angel like him was sitting here with her holding her hand in his?
Maybe this was a dream, it had to be, realities so beautiful could not be happening to her. Maybe that was the thought in her mind or maybe she had lost all of her senses as she moved her head forward, breathing in more of his scent as he moved forward to meet her halfway but then the reality came crashing down as the minute his face was cut off from her vision when the damn picture gave her a slap of reality check and the trance he had unknowingly built was broken. She stood up only to stumble back towards him realizing that he was as lost in her as she was in him, that the poor bloke wrapped their hands together.
Them. together. This cannot happen, she won't let him see her vulnerable side, she won't give him the chance of hurting her even if meant not giving him a chance to love her. Her temper flared as she shouted at him, refusing to listen to his soft apologies, in his voice which melted her, like fire melted ice.
She had to do damage control, she flailed her arm around trying to get away from him but he was not going anywhere, his touch ignited desires hidden deep with her heart and his presence intoxicated her enough to act upon them. He was driving her wild, he was holding the reigns of his heart and there was nothing she could do about it.
So, she exploded cutting him into pieces, plunging holes in his already bruised body through her words. She had only one weapon and she knew it always hurt him and settled in his bones like sick parasite and told him, more like convinced herself as she yelled at him that he doesn't affect her and she hates him.
Then she walked away from him, maybe fooling him but not fooling herself. He owned her heart, her soul and her love and she would do anything to keep him as unaware of that as possible. That's why she left him there, with tears in his eyes and so much hurt on his face that it ripped her apart to walk away from him, her only saving grace, her angel, her only love.
Love is beautiful, love is blissful, but love hurts too...
And it is then one feels the pain, when the loved one walks away...
love
-Baz
The Abandoned Corridor Scene (By Raj)
It all began with SRP entering the corridor searching for her bracelet; something she endeared so closely for her secret admirer had gifted it. She definitely had no clue that it was our lover boy for whom the diva had a soft corner. Ensuing this our Majnu enters , with her of the false thought it was her secret admirer. Obviously Swayum didn't match with her grand expectations form the same. It is here we catch a glimpse of the soft girl well concealed beneath the arrogant, bitchy skin blushing at the thought of finally being able to meet her admirer. She is in shock that it is Swayum and not her supposed admirer who has come to return her bracelet. She lapses into her diva self in the failing attempt to hide her real nature form him. It is here Kriyaansh come into play locking them up all alone .Of course, how could SRP be happy when she was alone with a weakling? With that she starts showing her attitude to which Swayum utters some cheesy dialogues that tremendously affects her. The viewer's enjoy witnessing her diva antics that seems pretty cute rather than a foreshadowing to the confrontation .The playing of Kya Karun' in the background further creates a jolly atmosphere giving no hint to the viewers that a major showdown would supervene.(unless of course one had seen the prior promotions). This light humour is a must for much angst and anger springs up later. Another prominent thing is when Swayum throws light on the truth behind the adage "Beauty is skin deep" when Sharon attempts to hide the pimple on her face which is insignificant to him. Here we note the true love he has for her and any doubt of it being a mere amorous toying despite the several instances in the initial days of their fairy tale. The use of the word "Khoobsurat" gives us a new meaning of the adjective beautiful' we so often use. We also see the element of blind faith she held in him all the while though she acted nonchalantly with him that was shattered when he manipulated the rose day results against her favour albeit his intentions were clear. This is a slight augury to the showdown that is extremely crucial in the development of this story as an atmosphere of uneasiness sets in. This is superseded by the ultimate revelation of him being her secret admirer that doesn't go well with her. The showdown depicts her insecurities and the want to be loved unconditionally by someone. She misunderstands him and is of thought that he too like many others considered that she could be appeased by materialistic chattels. A major highlight is when Swayum pins her against the wall and questions her as to why she is disgusted at him being her admirer. The corridor reverberates with the word kyun' that he so painfully yelps. She retaliates by naming him a stalker' and one tight slap across his cheek that resounds in the fervid surrounding. This word not only strikes Swayum but also the viewer's emotional chord really hard. By this time bountiful viewers who were initially choked with tears breakdown on seeing their favourite couple facing so much inner turmoil. The showdown is intense and takes the chemistry shared by the actors to a new height. The two angels in white are emotionally disturbed and left many of us in tears too. The breaking open of the door by hurt Swayum signifies that many of his dreams had been ruthlessly thought not intentionally crushed. Sharon lapses into a self-defiant mood fighting perpetually against her muddled feelings. The two of them were rocked emotionally and the actors rocked. Their performance was top-notch and this showdown marked a growth in the dexterity of the performer and in the character of Swayum especially who defies his lady and reveals a deeper and more mature side of himself who had just transformed from a lover boy to a man in the true sense. The man of his words had shut the chapter of the book and left it to Sharon to open it when she desired leaving all viewers waiting for a much awaited confession. This incident was high on drama and emotions, perfectly executed and had everything one could ask for. It was impeccably flawless and will be etched in every fan's memory for many years together.
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