SwaRon FF: Smithereens | the final chapter: PG 68 | 10 Nov'14 - Page 42

Originally posted by: epiphany.

I will resume writing in a couple of weeks since that is when my summer break begins. Also, I will try to end the story this time.😳

Thank you.

Actually I don't want this story to end soon
want swaron hot moments coz sharon is sexy n swayam is kind of reserve person want hot n sexy scenes between them 😉

Originally posted by: epiphany.

I will resume writing in a couple of weeks since that is when my summer break begins. Also, I will try to end the story this time.😳

Thank you.

What???No!!!i am happy rhat you ginna resume writing n trust me i love this ff...i dont want it to end this soon..i hope by end u mean by updating reguralry u gonna end it...ah!waiting to get floored by ur writing agai 😊

Of course I'll update regularly and then end. Like, I think, 10 more chapters.

Hey.

I do remember you.

I do plan on finishing this.

Thank you.

res!

Chapter Seventeen

"She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you, you know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have a say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers." - John Green, the Fault in Our Stars

Rey announced that he would be leaving the following week the same day Sharon had told Swayum the proposal was off. But Swayum was convinced that a broken heart was not the cause of his brother's departure. He had taken a heavier blow than a girl being interested in Swayum instead in his time. But anybody being interested in Swayum instead of Rey hadn't really happened in the past. Besides, Sharon and Rey's interactions in the days that followed ruled out the remaining possibility of any hurt.

"Reyansh Shikhawat will be missed." Sharon said solemnly, hands on the left side of her chest.

Swayum loaded Rey's luggage on a trolley as Sharon hugged him and told him that if she weren't such a harmless soul, she would have asked him to give She-Who-Broke-Reyansh-Shikhawat's-Heart-Beyond-Repair hell.

"Do you really even see her anymore, as a matter of interest?" Swayum asked, hugging his brother now.

"She likes her alimony in kind." Rey told Swayum, taking hold of the trolley to go.

"And that means?" Swayum was nonplussed.

"She cheated on me. So, she got no money. She bought the house in front of mine with her beau."

"Ouch." Whispered Swayum and Sharon together, looked at each other and bit back some considerably mad laughter. And Rey looked at them in the fashion that meant he knew something they didn't. He waved at them and without turning back took the escalator to immigrations. Leaving the airport, Swayum checked his watch and it was only ten and the next day was Saturday. He checked with Sharon for any plans and they mutually and wordlessly decided to head to her bar after that.

Sharon was listening to newer music tonight and Swayum wondered what was wrong. But he decided not to ask because he kind of liked Speechless' by Morning Parade. Also, he had not been alone with Sharon in weeks now. He may have thus been out of practice as to how he was to talk etc. Ever since that night at the graveyard Swayum had known that he was in love with her. And he could not even remember when he had understood that she was the best friend he would ever have. But there was still some uncomfortable silence on his part. He did not know where to take it from there, whatever that meant.

"I may have to give the music from this century a try too, you think?" Sharon said, parking her '67 Chevy Camaro near her bar. "Sure," Swayum mouthed as he got out and heard Sharon say, "EASY!" threateningly when he mistakenly shut his door a bit too hard. As Swayum made way inside the bar, he heard Sharon walk to the other side of the car to check on the door. He was inside now. But he knew she was saying He's an idiot, babe, I hope you're doing okay' to the car.

He found himself smiling a bit and then found it fading at the speed of light. The bar did not look like it had ever had a shooting. It looked like a normal bar where people drank, danced and pretended to have fun. But it was essentially where Sharon could have been shot.

"Keep moving! You need to reach there!' Sharon nudged him, pointing her finger in the direction of the long counter with which he was all too familiar.

Swayum grabbed at her waist and made sure there was no space between it and his own. "Walk with me."

"This won't keep me from being shot if there's a psychopath in here, you know?" Sharon said, chuckling.

"Try to shut up. Okay, no. Let's just leave, please."

*

"That was an awful idea you gave me in there about trying this century's music." Sharon told Swayum when they were sitting in her room an hour later. Swayum could not stay at the bar after all.

"I just said sure'," Swayum said in his defense, looking at the wine glass in his hand.

"It was awful anyway." Sharon said smiling at him, as though nothing awful ever happened anywhere.

They sat in silence. Sharon gazed at the night sky clearly visible through the glass wall of her room. Swayum was intoxicated so he did not have it in him to mind the silence. It was making more sense now. They did not have to talk for now and eventually he was going to get the hang of it again. Yes. He reached down from her bed to refill his glass when she snatched the bottle from him and drank the remaining wine from the bottle itself. Swayum was outraged.

"Why did you do that?" Swayum yelled, staring at her.

"I wanted to." She smacked her lips and showed him her right hand, all fingers at some distance from each other, indicating the number five'.

"Sharon, I am not going to drive tonight. Nobody on the road dies." He felt too exasperated to continue talking in a sitting position. Thus, he lied back on the bed and continued, "Can you please get another bottle?"

"You aren't getting any more of this tonight so your liver doesn't die." Sharon dreamily said. Why she had that tone while finalizing that a grown man couldn't have any more liquor, the man in question did not know.

"Why do you own a bar, again?" He chuckled.

"Because joining a software firm after graduating as a software engineer seemed ludicrous." She intelligently answered.

"Fair enough," Swayum said very slowly.

Sharon gathered the wine glasses and bottle to go. A little movement later she realized the hem of her shirt was caught in the bottle opener which she hadn't gathered. She replaced a few words of a David Bowie song with "Swayum, take this thing out of my shirt." Swayum, who was looking at her through his eyelids that had just had a metaphoric bath in wine, took his time to reply.

"That doesn't sound right to me." He giggled.

"Okay, how about removing the opener that is stuck to the hem of my shirt?"

"That can be done, yes." He sat up right now, his pupils constricted.

He pulled at the opener like children pull at jars of candy locked nice and tight by Mommy, to no avail. Six to eight futile attempts later an influx of energy took him over. That side of her shirt and the opener came off alike. Swayum felt that it was his moral duty to ask her to change the brand of apparel she is currently enjoying. He further suggested that if not the brand entirely, she could switch to a stronger fabric.

"Sure, I will wear shirts made of ropes the next time you've had wine." She said euphemistically but smiled genuinely so he couldn't really tell. But with Sharon, most things could not be told. Except that the side of her stomach was fairer than both sides of her face. And the band of her bra was dark blue. There was, however, no color, blue or red or green on her cheeks.

Swayum closed his eyes and put a pillow on his forehead and pressed hard on it. Meanwhile, with a soft clunk Sharon put the glassware on the bedside table and disappeared inside her closet, perhaps. For, slight sounds seemed to come from across a closed door now.

Swayum was slowly falling asleep when Sharon jumped into her bed with much oomph and made herself comfortable, legs on Swayum's stomach and arms stretched in a straight line. Disliking his choice of words and the direction of his imagination, he got up with a start.

"You can't crash in my room, can you?" She grinned at him meaningfully, now rummaging the drawer of her bedside table with one hand for a book.

"I think the amount of self control required is highly unnecessary and draining." He pointed out.

"Try not to knock down any vases on your way to the guest room, then. Goodnight." She smiled at him, retrieved her hardbound and fat book from the drawer and switched off all lights except the lamp.

Swayum sighed. In a manner of speaking, the unnecessary control on self seemed to have already drained him. He crawled to her right and pulled the covers over them clumsily. Sharon did not move a quarter of an inch.

"How do you do this?" He interestedly whispered to her collarbone.

"Not tense up when you want to according to pop culture, nail me pretty bad'?" She amusedly asked, reading all the same.

"Not that, I am too tired for that." He argued.

"What is it that you want to do, then?"

"Just kiss you before I sleep."

"What a saint."

"YOU are a virgin."

"True,"

She put the book at the side table and shifted a bit under the weight of his arm. Establishing eye contact and then closing her eyes, she put her hand on his cheek and kissed him. Moving his arm from her stomach to her hair he shifted his body above hers and retrieved his other hand from under the covers. Hands on her face now, he broke away from her mouth and put his lips on her chin, then on her neck. She grabbed his shirt's back and crushed it and then he stopped. Kissing her cheeks and lips and head (in that order) one last time, he said, "You tensed up all right."

"True,"

For the rest of the night, he slept.

She read with occasional amazed gasps of "Fascinating!" and "Epic, these fantasy books!"

Wow reading this ff after so long...it was such a pleasure...I love Swayam and Sharon here...Your humour is seriously worth appreciating 😊
I love how you do this...like Simple words depicting bigger meanings...I love Reyaansh and i hope he comes back..He is really charming!And i have loved Sharon-Reyaansh bond...Swayam is moving on which is good
Special Mention to Sharon I dont think I have loved Sharon so much in any other ff...She is so heart warming...I am really curious to know about her past...Somehow I feel she has alot inside her...
Happy to see you back in action...Nice work 😃

Lovely to read this ff after so long
Want swayam and sharon to get more intimate
But the update was superb
thanks for the pm
do update soon