CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon was driving frantically. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. . . Everything around seemed numb to her. In just one moment her whole life went upside down. . . Her heart was denying every bit of evidence. But Swayam? He didn't deny them . . . She increased the speed of the car and nearly dodged a moving car from hitting but unable to take over control in haste, she took a turn on her right and the car ran into a high speed moving Sedan. Sharon's head hit the steering and in a second everything went blank around her and she fell out of the damaged car. ***********************
"Sharon? Sharon?" Swayam ran towards the accidental car, his heart pounding in his chest sending prayers to God; pushing people aside he reached and saw a trail of blood oozing out of his wife's head
"Sharon" he cried out loudly and scooped her in his arms.
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FLASHBACK
Sharon was doing laundry after sending an extremely romantic Swayam to office. She smiled thinking how Swayam would react if he sees her doing all this because according to him she was assigned for only one work for the next seven months and that was rest.
"Gosh! I love this guy so much" Sharon said to herself and settled on the armchair. The morning was beautiful. Today she was feeling like she was the most beautiful woman of the world. Even after a lot of attempts she was unable to understand how Swayam make these feelings grow inside her just with his mere words. She was brushing her hairs this morning when Swayam suddenly came behind her and kept his chin on his shoulders grabbing her in his hold by her waist
"Just tell me what is it" Swayam said and Sharon looked at him confused.
"No really! I mean what is it Sharon that makes you so beautiful? Tell me if you have enchanted me with some magic spell. . ." Sharon giggled looking at his expressions and kissed his cheeks.
"I don't know Sharon. . . If you know how beautiful you are. . . But you feel beautiful to me. . . Very beautiful. . . There is something about you that even after seven years of knowing you I am unable to understand and I am sure I won't be able to understand even if I spend my whole life trying. . .And you know its fine! I just want to love it. The beautiful YOU" Swayam sighed heavily and stared at her with intense eyes.
"You know what makes me beautiful?" Sharon said looking at him with content eyes.
"You"She answered him making him smile.
Sharon stared at him and just couldn't stop herself from kissing him. She placed her lips on his and took him in a gentle long kiss. She retreated and stared at him for one more moment.
"Leave before flames of desire burns inside me" Sharon said averting her gaze from him.
"I won't mind at all." Swayam said nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck.
"I know that . . .But it's important for you to go today. You have your arch rival Ankit to beat today. Get the tender my boy!" Sharon said pushing him away from herself
Swayam laughed out loud and said "Aye! Aye Captain!"
They giggled.
"But on a serious note Take care of yourself and do not indulge in any stupid work. Just rest! You haven't been fine this week."
"I will. Bye Jaan."
"Bye Love. Bye sweetheart" Swayam said kissing her cheeks and then her stomach respectively.
"Buddy" Sharon said and Swayam gave her a boring expression.
Yes! They were still fighting over the baby.
A doorbell broke Sharon's beautiful reverie and she disappointedly stood up to open the door.
"Courier Ma'am" The delivery guy said and forwarded the clipboard to her for her signature; she did so and closed the door. She looked at it confused. She wasn't expecting any courier especially unnamed one. Anyways she tore the envelope and pulled out a stack of photos. Her head spinned looking at them. Her heart stopped beating and she froze at her spot.
Swayam was lying shirtless with a girl half naked on a bed. In another photo they both were hugging. . . It had a series of photo in which Swayam was carrying a girl in his arms. The girl! She had seen her with him another day outside the cafe and now. . . The photos fell from her hands as she felt her head spinning. Something wet dissolved in her lips and even before she realized she was crying. Swayam's face and each and every moment she had spent with him flashed through her mind. She wiped the tears murmuring something to keep her sanity intact.
"No! There must be some mistake. . . It's not possible. . . Swayam can't do this . . . Not to me . . .there has to be some mistake. . ." She kept chanting as she drove to the ten storied building named "Blooming Buds"
She entered the building, her eyes swollen and her eyes red due to excessive crying. All the eyes turned shocked seeing their M.D. in such a disheveled state.
"Call Swayam NOW" She said to her PA,Pia.
"Ma'am but sir is in a meeting right now."
"To hell with his meeting, call him now" Sharon shouted at the top of her voice.
"Yes! Yes Ma'am!" Pia ran and within two minutes Swayam was standing in his cabin with just two of them. Concern and worry written all over his face.
"Sharon. . .Wha. . ."
"I. . . What is this Swayam?" Sharon handed the envelope of photos to him with trembling hands.
"I know Swayam it's totally explainable. . . You cannot do anything wrong. . . I know this is something fraud . . . There is some mistake! Please tell me Swayam! Please!" Sharon kept mumbling clutching his shirt in the hope to listen something which can calm her. But Swayam just kept staring at the pictures stunned. Sharon stood there gaping at his silence. Her heart was pounding at an erratic speed.
"Look at me Swayam. Look into my eyes . . . Why aren't you looking at me?" Sharon shouted in panic and yet he didn't look at her. She stared at him in disbelief. Her tears had no stop.
A sudden rush of fear surged through her body looking at him now.
"NO! NO! You are lying right? You cannot. . ." Sharon looked at him with the tears in her eyes pleading him to tell that it was all a lie but he didn't move.
A wave of sudden hurt and anger gushed inside her and
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Sharon slapped him across his face and he stood there stunned. The photos lying on the floor now. Her face drowning in the pool of tears and her eyes swelled up. She gave him a look which he couldn't decipher in shock and left running away from him.
FLASHBACK ENDS
Swayam was sitting on the hospital chair with his head in his hands, tears dropping on the ground from his eyes. It had been more than an hour that Sharon was inside with a bunch of doctors, unconscious.
"Mr. Shekhawat?" He heard someone called his name and he ran towards the source of voice immediately.
"Doctor! How. . .How's Sharon? Is she fine? Is she okay? She is pregnant doctor! My baby? Doctor please say something. . ." Swayam ran out of his breath in panic.
"Mr. Swayam please . . . Don't worry your wife is fine. . . It could have gone worse had you been late even by a minute. . . But she is fine and out of danger but unconscious and your baby is fine too. Though we wil have to keep her under observation for forty eight hours. But Swayam you really need to take care of her. . . Her pulse had dropped and her BP had gone low due to anxiety and stress plus this accident had caused her physical brusies. She is pregnant Swayam and you must take care of her in the best possible way and stress isn't really a good sign in these days it can affect the child adversely." Doctor explained to him.
"Meet me in my cabin and I will instruct you with the Dos and DONTs for right now." The doctor said and left.
Opening the door Swayam looked at the unconscious figure of his beloved wife injected with needles and machines and a tear escaped his eyes thinking he was the reason of her condition. He held her hand in his which showed no movement and caressed her bandaged head . . . He went through thousand deaths seeing her tear stained bruised face. Just a few hours ago she was blushing in his arms and now . . . He cried holding her hands.
"I am sorry for hurting you Sharon. . . I love you" Swayam cried but today his love fell weak in front of the pain he gave her. . . For Sharon unconsciousness seemed more soothing than his touch.
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