SwaRon OS Series : #3 Pg10. - Page 4

Originally posted by: shreyangipr

What a wonderful piece..!! Do continue it..!

Originally posted by: Rockingbhardwaj

Really nice it is..

Plz continue..

Originally posted by: Hp_TvD_mAnIc

aswom os...

loved d way u show...

I have read it and I like the quirkiness to it. But I dun exactly know much else to say. Maybe I could throw more light on the story if you continue it, you should continue. When you continue, you'll find a name for it too, I am quite sure of it. Go on, please.

K

Originally posted by: thegameison

I have read it and I like the quirkiness to it. But I dun exactly know much else to say. Maybe I could throw more light on the story if you continue it, you should continue. When you continue, you'll find a name for it too, I am quite sure of it. Go on, please.

K

Originally posted by: Rhapsody.

EDITED

Sorry for editing late. Was caught up with exams.

The writing was very crisp and inviting. To be frank, I had a good laugh while reading it.

Sharon's annoyance regarding her partner and Swayam's blatant responses were nicely penned.

I guess you should continue if time permits :)

Great job.

Cheers

NV

Two.

Uttering colorful explesitives, Sharon walked in with her head held low, fidgeting with the pleats of her navy blue Saree. This is why she hated attending Indian weddings. Her only grouse was the decked up girls, with fluterring eyes, loudly talking about their lose of two kilos after a tedious diet, simultaneously gobbling unnumbered pieces of fried, fatty food.

"Mother, why the heck have you brought me here, I don't even know the people who are getting married, and nor the people in it. Why are you torturing me?"

Sharon's mother gave her a disdainful look and walked towards the parents of the groom. They passed a few formal glances at each other, exchanging pleasantries. Sharon, as usual felt put of place, and could feel the brother of groom eying her at all wrong places. She felt that he was unclothing her just through his eyes.

"Mom, I am going to go have something to munch on."

Her mother just gave her a curt nod, ingratiating herself with the members. Sharon moaned slowly and walked towards the food counters. Passing along the counters, she almost thought she would starve tonight. She possibly could not eat all that greasy food.

Just as when she was about to retrace her steps, she saw a crowd near a counter, particularly full of girls, giggling coquettishly. The girls dispersed, with eyes twinking. Sharon walked towards the counter to see what it served, when the waiter kind of person turned, adorning a crisp, blue achkan, with a high collar, a red velvet napkin in his breast pocket, sleeves rolled till his elbow. She lifted her face to meet a familiar pair of eyes.

Green? she thought.

She looked at his face now, clear, held a crisp, contagious smile. She smiled back at him.

"So you waiter? Thing did not really reach the heights with you, huh?" Sharon said to him.

Ignoring her snide remark, he flashed his warm dimpled smile. Sharon had not changed a bit in these years. She was still the damsel who took no shit.

"Not really. I just like to do it for family functions. More like a hobby."

"Family functions-?"

"Its my cousin's wedding-" Sharon lifted a brow, "My sister" he completed before she could ask.

Sharon could not help but be happy that the lecherous rackoon was not related to him by blood. Unconsciously she eyed his lips. And they seemed to be inviting her to kiss them. She wondered how it be to have them on her, how they would taste on her.

"They taste really good" she heard him say.

"Huh, no, I am not really going to kiss them." Sharon fumbled foolishly.

"I am not even asking you to." He said, utterly confused.

"I don't want to okay. All these years, you wiped clean of my memory, so, no, I don't want to kiss you or your lips, and know how you would taste, Mr. Swayam Shekhawat

Suppressing a grin, " I was talking about the paneer tikkas I placed on your plate Sharon. Strange, that you thought about my lips instead."

Swearing softly, Sharon looked at him, her facade back on. "I'm not hungry."

He really would have bought it, she thought, only if her stupid stomach had not decided to gurgle, rather noisily, making in erupt into a loud roar of laughter.

"I think your stomach disagrees with you and you're ego, miss. Anyhow, they don't really have that much oil, if you concern yourself with that."

Just about to come up with a curt response, Sharon was interrupted mid sentence.

"Hey Sam! I knew I'd find you here."

Sharon turned around to see a girl in a grey checkered saree. Sharon hated to admit that she look simple, yet beautiful.

"Hey Ritika. Its nice to see you love."

She saw the girl, now she knew called Ritika, flung her arms around her Swayam. Did she just call Swayam "her". She shook her head several times to throw away these surreal thoughts out of her head, when she felt two accusing gazes on her.

Without a word, Sharon walked away, ignoring the chatty couple on the counter. She thought she heard Swayam call out to her once, but when she looked back after a while, he seemed to be engaged in an animated conversation with Ritika.

" I still, after all these years, want to just break his teeth." She muttered to herself, after bidding farewells to the coterie, not to forget the eager wave Swayam gave her.

***

Niv,

This is good writing! This is writing you can visualize, it has got quirks you can laugh at. I like such stuff, how it's more the middle of a story than one whole story. There's Sharon, who meets Swayum, Swayum she's still attracted to, but it's him and he's still the ladies' man with whom she couldn't or wouldn't be with, for reasons not fully known.

It's good stuff, man. Her observation of weddings and what happens there as well as her venomous view of all things girlie is well, personally, accurate. Cheers!

Plus Swayum, waiting on tables at his cousin's wedding, amusing shit. 😆


Thanks for the PM,
K