(Dark/Mature) Dangerous Liaisons SS (Complete) - Page 14

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Chapter 6

Love is one of the strangest emotions; you never know when you desire it the most, and when it suddenly becomes your biggest reason for hate. The person you once treated no less than God becomes someone you wouldn't pass another look. Life has its way of bringing you to moments where you never saw your self-standing at. But you do it, because of your own mistakes and choices, you stand there, you stay patient, you endure and you try and overcome. Love just never gets quantified in correct proportion; your mind never allows it. Swayam's hands shivered as he sat on the hospital bed getting his abdomen stitched and bandaged. His only concern was Sharon and his child, he didn't know why but even then he couldn't afford anything happening to Sharon regardless of the stupid stunt she pulled. She was the mother of his child no matter what. As soon as his bandaging was finished he ran towards the room that Sharon had been taken to, waiting with his heart thrashing against his ribcage at the door for the doctor. The doctor finally came through, his calm face which was reassuring.

"Are you her husband?" He asked.

Swayam immediately nodded, "How is she? Please tell me that my child is okay?"

The doctor nodded lightly, "Your child's heartbeat is strong as ever, so you don't need to fear. She hasn't lost that much blood either, but obviously there is a weakness so she will have to follow a strict diet and set of medication. As for the alcohol in her system, we have cleared it all out so you need to be very strict about her doing something like this again. She can't drink under any circumstances."

Swayam just nodded his head, "can I please sit next to her?"

The doctor put his hand on his shoulder, "absolutely, you can take her home in the morning. We will discharge her since we know you plan to take good care of her." He left with a smile.

Swayam walked in to a sleeping Sharon, she had a cannula inserted into her arm and looked much at peace from the entire episode that occurred earlier. Looking at her this way he couldn't control but bring his hand to touch her stomach and just be reassured that his child was actually okay. He brought his hand forward and almost instantly as he made contact with her curved stomach his own heartbeat calmed. Even if all he felt was Sharon's skin he just knew his child could feel him. Swayam's eyes couldn't help but well up, it was the first time he was allowed this space with his own child. Sharon began to stir but he couldn't let go of his hand, he didn't want to.

Swayam kept sitting by her side for 6 hours straight, almost has if his eyes had forgotten to blink or he simply didn't care. His eyes were blood shot, but he wanted to hide that deep buried anger, at least at the hospital. Sharon started to stir and he lightly held onto her wrist, her eyelids fluttered and finally opened. She instinctively held onto his wrist tighter for some unknown reason, even though she had become aware so quickly of what she had just done to him. His grip tightened, but not to threaten her, just in worry.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

She stirred a littler but whispered in fear, "How's my baby?"

Swayam in that moment could have killed her, the audacity she had for even asking him about their child when she was the one who put them in that situation. But he had to control his anger, she definitely was delirious and stupid, but he wasn't.

"The doctors are ready to discharge you by morning, but you're going to have to follow a very strict routine. There is no messing up from here you can afford, and you most definitely are not touching a drop of alcohol. I can't even imagine where you got the idea of doing such a thing." Swayam simply sighed while talking to her. He wanted to be angry, and he was but he couldn't afford the consequences of that on her.

She never really got the answer to the question she asked, she simply stared up to the hospital ceiling; during the worst phase of her life she had no one except the person who put her in this phase to be the one beside her. And even today she managed to do something far more stupid and disgraceful than he had ever done.

"Sharon start behaving like a mother, even if you can't behave like my wife." Swayam straightforwardly put it for her.

"If the responsibility is too much for you than you're more than welcome to leave the child with me after its born and disappear, because I couldn't give a fu*ck about what happens to you." He said with a deep breath.

She kept staring up, but never replied.

Sharon was eventually discharged from the hospital and a few days had gone by. Swayam had started to work from home because he knew under every circumstance Sharon needed to be looked after for both their sakes. Though her wrist was still bandaged for healing, she physically felt fine. As Rishi returned and stepped through the door he was beyond excited to see his daughter in-law, she brought all hope for him with his grandchild on the way. But all hell broke loose when he saw her wrist bandaged. Seeing Swayam working in the study he barged in, with holding Sharon's other arm right behind him.

"Swayam yeh kya hai? Tumhe apni biwi ka dhyaan rakhna nahi aata kya?" He asked in horror.

Sharon tried intervening immediately, "Papa nahi aise baat nahhi hai it was my fault."

Swayam's gaze was slightly stunned as he heard for the first time Sharon call his father 'papa', but he had to deal with the situation at hand, and not his fantasy expectations from Sharon. "I am being serious, Swayam what is this?"

Swayam calmed him down, "papa don't worry it was my mistake I shouldn't have left her alone. But you don't have to worry anymore since I am going to work from home for the rest of her pregnancy. This way I will have my full attention on her." He finished with a smile to his father, but a smirk to Sharon.

Rishi still wasn't satisfied, but Swayam realised Rishi kept looking at Sharon almost a little too intently. "Swayam I am not going by what I am seeing, but seriously you better take dam good care of her."

Sharon's gaze fell towards the ground, and her hands firmly came together. She was sure she was screwed if Swayam had said anything about what she had done, but thankfully he saved her for his sake.

At dinner once again Rishi kept looking at Sharon, once again too intently. Swayam didn't understand why Rishi kept staring at her, Rishi was clearly concerned about something but he never spoke about it. And then it hit Swayam. He realised that Rishi kept staring because she wasn't wearing her magalsutra or sindoor. Rishi was quite a traditionalist in these matters, no matter how much leniency he issued when it came to Swayam or Sharon, he still expected his daughter in law to appear as their family daughter in-law, especially because she had just been newly wed. And it also it probably irked him that something else may have happened between the two of them, which is why she wasn't wearing it or had that injury. Swayam didn't say anything more, but he had to talk to Sharon about this. They needed to set some rules if this was going to continue.

After dinner as everyone went back to their bedroom, Sharon changed into her night gown. She came out of the bathroom-suite and sat in front of the mirror in order to brush her hair. Swayam then walked up behind her to watch her through the mirror. He lightly placed his hands on her shoulder and Sharon immediately shuddered at his touch, but she never said anything and kept looking straight into the mirror. His gaze was penetrating her soul even through the mirror. Swayam by then had brought his other hand forward as well to sit on her other shoulder. He saw the little gold pot that Navya Aunty had given them on the day of their court marriage; Swayam swiftly took it one of his hands, and by then even Sharon realised what he was holding, but still chose not to say anything.

"My father realised that you weren't wearing this." He said quietly, showing her the pot through the mirror.

In all honestly Sharon realised it too that she wasn't wearing it, because she made a conscious decision not to, especially after returning from the hospital.

"There is no need." She said, almost as if they were her first words to him in days.

He brought his head closer to meet the brink of her ear, "I don't care Sharon, and while we are married you will bloody well appear like the married daughter in-law of this family. You will do it for my father."

She continued brushing her hair, "I said no."

Then Swayam started loosing it, pulling her brush from her hands, he yanked her hair lightly. She was about to scream but realised she couldn't, definitely not here in this bedroom, or even this house.

"Sharon don't make me loose it, just wear this and the magalsutra."

She was in pain with her neck in that angle, "Please let me go."

He let go in an instance, "I don't want to hurt you Sharon, please just do as I say, it won't be for that long anyway."

His check was though still resting against hers; his gaze was boring into her eyes, while she was questioning his soul.

They were quiet for a few minutes, and then she couldn't take his gaze anymore, he still unfortunately affected her heartbeat. She put her eyelids down, but his mind and heart wanted more. He didn't know why but looking at her he couldn't help but admire how beautiful she really was. Her beauty was always like an ice princess, he always saw her as that beauty that couldn't be touched, or otherwise she would stain. But today she looked something else entirely, she looked ethereal and warm. As if motherhood and time had given her a much warmer quality, a more surreal quality. He lifted her chin ever so lightly, he got her eyes to look back up at his.

"Do you hate me Sharon," he paused and waited, "or do you hate yourself?" He almost whispered making her shiver harder.

She didn't know what to say, what she felt for him was something not even words could describe. If she hated him, then she hated him beyond anything or any other emotion she had ever experienced. If she didn't hate him then she didn't know what she could call that emotion.

Her heartbeat once again quickened, "I don't get a choice Swayam."

He lightly grasped her neck once again, this time she didn't react. "What if you did have a choice."

She felt his breath on her face with his close proximity, and he felt her heart thrashing against his ribcage, his fingers slowly moved the strands of her hair behind her ear. He didn't move any further away and neither did his eyes from her face. She didn't even realise when his hands held the tiny little gold pot in her hand. Her eyes widened, "you know something Sharon, at one point I loved you more than my own life. I wished nothing more than to make you mine, to be sitting like this with you. To be gazing into your big brown eyes, to never let you see anyone other than me in them. To rule your heart, mind, soul and every inch of your body." His words spiking goose pimples all over her skin, and he felt it first hand as her arms were bare, and his hands too close.

He had paused with her awaited breath, and he spoke again to let her release.

"Some days I want to pretend what life would have been with you, if it all was perfect. I wish some days that you would love me back just as hard as I once loved you. That I could just kiss your forehead and make you crave for more. That every other part of your body would only awaken if I let it be." And as he said his words, he placed a flutter worthy kiss on her forehead. She shivered in response to his words, but she also tried to turn her head at the kiss, but his hands on her neck didn't let her move, instead he just made her feel the intensity of his gaze and the softness of his lips on her skin. And that's where she knew she lost. That's where she lost her battle with him because she hated that he could make her feel like that. It was her misfortune that his presence did such things to her. It was her bad luck that he was the father of her unborn child, it was her bad luck that he was the only man to have seen her in her most vulnerable state. The only one to make her ever feel like a woman even amidst the most cruel of circumstances. The only man she ever-let touch. And probably the only man she ever would.

Swayam went closer to her ear again, "lets just pretend Sharon, for both our sakes." She closed her eyes in almost wishing if that could happen, to just let her get through this period of her life, even if it was all a lie. As her eyes opened she saw Swayam pinch his hands into the pot of sindoor, and raising it right above her forehead. This time almost in the spirit of knowing if all this was pretend she closed her eyes in order to embrace it. And like an artist with his brush Swayam painted the sindoor in the parting of her hair, his eyes once again locked with her closed ones. "Open them Sharon, you're mine forever."

And she did, her heart raced faster than ever, and her mind didn't know where to stop. Swayam couldn't resist himself anymore, almost a little hungrily he dipped his mouth to close the distance between them. His lips lightly meshed over hers with his hand once again guiding the back of her head. This time it didn't feel odd or even intrusive, she simply embraced it. He was gentle, careful but still very commanding. Only he ever allowed himself to lead, but he wanted her there with him in that moment. She kissed him back lightly and he almost back flipped in his head with pleasure.

Then he paused and only just slightly ever pulled back, he wanted more from her "say that you're mine." His eyes never let her hide, they wowed never to let her disappear again. Sharon didn't know if this was still a part of their game of pretend, because it definitely wasn't real? Was it? She didn't know what to answer, but she still did crave his lips on hers again. She lightly nodded, naively thinking that was enough for him. But he wanted more, his nose was touching hers, "Sharon Shekhawat say that you're mine," still whispering strongly but, making sure that every corner of her body felt and heard him. She did, she always heard him, and she always felt him, in the name of pretending she said it, "I am yours." Swayam's nose meshed further into her's, his grip behind her head tightened bringing her so close that there was no room to breathe, "say that you're only and only mine Sharon," the whisper was becoming much more like a stronger demand, and a much harder plea. His breathing was becoming louder and harder, as if he was already taking her with only his mere words. Her heart continued to race faster, at the end of the day she was still seeking his ultimate approval. "I am only and only yours Swayam."

Sharon's body may not have been petite any more but she was still a tiny frame even for a pregnant woman. Swayam lifted her with absolute ease from the dressing table, with one arm supporting her back and the other supporting her under her knees. She didn't say much, she kept looking at him and maybe if pretending had allowed her to admire him a little. His arms had never felt more protective, he ever so lightly placed her on the bed. He wasn't sure how far he wanted to take the night, but he was well aware that there were boundaries, he had to tread carefully.

He didn't wait any longer as he let her body fall softly onto the mattress, and he began to take of his sweatshirt but only just the sweatshirt. He bent down and slowly captured her lips, ever so slowly and steadily he went deeper into her mouth. She had forgotten so much with his little game of pretend. His hand kept guiding her with his grasp behind her neck, she could feel that pleasure once again growing inside her. He was oddly smiling at her, and she was weirdly smiling back at him. At this point he was loving the game that he had started, at least they weren't at each others throats anymore. They were just pretending to be a pair of romantic husband and wife, expecting a child soon. He started kissing her neck, and she closed her eyes with her head falling back. Swayam by that time had lowered the thin straps of her nightgown. He pulled them far down to reveal her creamy skin. She was once again bare for him. He kept kissing her and he couldn't help but realise that her breasts no longer looked like what he had once remembered. Not that she needed to be bare for him to realise that, it was just part of pregnancy. His kissed them, fondled them tenderly. She couldn't help but arc her back since the touch was too sensitive, and maybe not as enjoyable as she once remembered. But she still couldn't help but admire his effort. He kept at it though, her heart kept fluttering and his breathing only went more erratic. But he didn't push it, he knew the boundary. The touches all followed with moans, every kiss demanded pure attention. Lips on lips melted with pure bliss, and for one night they pretended, they relished. Sharon was grateful that he never pulled her gown any lower, Swayam conciously never let her get uncomfortable because he could feel she wasn't ready. A large reason for that was their last encounter, and Swayam didn't know why but he felt a tug in his heart to change that, but he just didn't know why. Was it because of this game of pretend was taking over his heart, all he knew was that this was temporary, a way to get through this phase of their life. Sharon's eyes became tired, and Swayam felt her growing exhausted, cupping her cheeks and seeling her lips he calmly placed her head on his chest. His arms held her stomach in place and he could swear that he wasn't dreaming, but he felt a kick, he was sure he felt it. And then pretending didn't seem so bad, it may bring them temporary relief, smiles and pleasure, but it would bring them a healthy child atleast. What was the harm in that? The lights eventually dimmed into darkness.

The next morning Sharon woke up alone, she had sheets covering her upper body with her gown completely dishevelled. But that was also the sate of her hair. She gathered herself and her emotions as they came rushing towards her heart from last night's events. Almost an involuntary smile appeared on her face. Sharon clutched the sheets holding herself together, and then her gaze fell down her cleavage. There fell the gold plate of her magalsutra, as she held it in her fingers she realised the black thread was back in its place, around her neck.

Authors Note:-

This one is a personal favourite so I really wish that you all love this. Even if you don't its okay, but i really want to know what all of you have to say about it. Please leave your messages and thoughts behind. They are the real reason I want to write faster and better. A special thank you to every reader of this story. You guys make this story what it is, not me.

I loved it a lot...
it was so amazing

the story is going well

can't wait to know more...

do continue soon

Awesome update just loved it hope it's nt a game fr swayam n d mangalsutra part ws too gud update soon

Reserved.

^Unreserve^

If previous chapter was a shock with all the agression then this one was a stunner with all the heartfelt things.

I read it somewhere where that when all the negitivity comes out the only things remains in your heart is your true emotions. And here that emotion for Swayam was his buried love. You sletched the whole bedroom scene so so so nicely that I don't have words to appreciate you. The dialouges, the monolouges so well executed.

I can totally understand why it your personal fav because the amount of heart you have put in here is so visible.

This was brilliant!

Chitra :)

Oh my God Neet!!Can I tell you, you've got yourself a fan??!!This was so beautiful and indeed the best chapter uptil now!..You deserve all the praise girl!Your writing is so powerful that your readers can feel every single emotion that your characters experience!...Hats off to you!!

Hoping that it is not a game...

I love this commanding swayam.
And he has to..for the sake of their child..

Loved it
Thanks

This is so damn good. Swayam for the first time felt his baby. Am loving this more.