Hey Peeps! Long time, no see, huh? First off, I would like to clear one thing ' this is more like a SwaPatra OS than a SwaRon OS. To know what the hell does that mean, you will have to read ahead. Also the credit for this entire concept goes to Rafi. All the things that boil around in that crazy mind of hers. She asked me to write this OS so it's but obvious that I credit it to her and also dedicate it to her. Its okay Kanks, you can read this. It doesn't contain much cheese.😆 Um, it turned out longer than I intended it to, so if you guys get bored in between, feel free to tell me so.🤔
P.S. Credit for the siggie goes to Varsha (dildostidance_8). 😃 Thanks a lot Varsha.
Allergic Love
I sat on the examination table and looked feebly around. I have never been too fond of hospitals. They have this sickly, death-like aura lingering about them mixed with a sharp smell of a strong antiseptic, that appears to be sprayed everywhere, and a general feeling of dread and mounting apprehension that is oozing out of everyone present there. Personally, I feel it's the most depressingly unhappy place anywhere on Earth.
Doesn't explain the calm, almost smiling look on my face, does it?
That's because after the half-hearted examination of the room, my eyes have now settled on the most beautiful thing here. Hell, the most beautiful thing anywhere on this planet.
Her.
She gave a soft, apologizing smile even though her eyes held a confused look.
She probably thinks I'm having a concussion or something.
And why wouldn't she? I am here because of her and still I sit here with that perpetual adoring look in my eyes and a loving, silly smile plastered on my face that is enough to creep anybody out.
But she doesn't look creeped-out. She looks concerned.
"I'm sorry." She said, for the umpteenth time.
Okay maybe I was exaggerating. But she said sorry so rarely and actually felt it ever more rarely that it did feel like she was saying it for the umpteenth time.
But that sorry managed to trigger my previously calm brain into reliving the horrific chain of events that I have been put through today.
Okay not horrific per se. More like unpleasant.
But hey, this is my story and I'm allowed to exaggerate it as much as I want. Which doesn't mean that some parts aren't strictly true.
Anyways, all this started because of a cat.
I know, right? Who would think a cat could cause me so much trouble? Could those cute, cuddly creatures harm anyone?
The answer to that would be a yes. And I say this from a very recent experience and it would do you all a whole lot of good to believe me, that don't, for a second, think that these are cute, harmless pets. They are vile, malicious creatures with dark, evil thoughts and have this inherent sadistic inclination to destroy all of mankind.
And I'm not even exaggerating anymore.
Let me start from the beginning so as to make my predicament crystal clear to you. And I'm convinced that at the end of it you'll come to appreciate my opinions about cats.
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I got up this morning with a contented mind and a light heart. I was in love. That wasn't a new piece of news. As far as I can remember I have always been in love with her. She was what defined love for me. If you were to ask me what is love I would have said Sharon. We had just recently entered into a relationship on a trial basis. And almost immediately, it had been put through a series of trying tests. It's like we couldn't be happy and peaceful for a long enough time. And I happen to be a great patron of peace and love. After that, it had been a haze of angry retorts and frustration and drama and as much crying as it takes to put an end to the drought in Gujrat. But all that was behind us now. Everything was back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be with Sharon and I. We aren't exactly your normal, average people. At least she wasn't. She was the most wonderful, different and aggravating person I've ever known. Every day with her was like an exciting new adventure. Agreed, we fought more and romanced less but even amongst all those biting remarks, our love was apparent and intense. Even though she hadn't said that she loved me in so many words but every time I looked into her eyes, they would scream themselves hoarse at me conveying her true feelings for me. And that was enough, for now. She wasn't the most expressive person and when she did express any of her feelings in its right form I could feel our love surfacing on the brink, ready to outpour. And that, made my love for her intensify with every passing moment.
So I got out of bed, determined to spend some quality time with her. These moments were rare for both of us, what with her being the CS of our college and me being the ACS, and I intended to fully exploit it.
So I dropped in at her doorstep, hoping to surprise her. This time I used the door. I think this was the first time I had used the door to her house and that basic form of civility almost cost me my life (Exaggeration alert!).
She opened the door and gave a surprised, shy smile. Which made me smile in return. To think that I could ever manage to make Sharon smile and blush like that with just one intense look. It was like a dream come true. Quite literally.
She has never been able to stay shy and mild for a long duration of time. With her usual fiery-ness returning, she asked me in that slightly authoritative tone that she adopted to prevent people from saying anything nonsensical-
"What are you doing here?"
"Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" I asked, in a teasing tone.
"Yes." She said, matter-of-factly.
"Well then someone needs to teach your manners." I said.
"Good luck with that!" she snorted. "My parents have been trying that for the past 18 years and they haven't succeeded yet. What makes you think that you will?"
"I don't think your parents are as convincing as I am." I said, smirking, leaning in closer to her. As expected her body went taut and the most beautiful shade of red, crawled up her neck. And I hadn't even touched her yet.
She was still very undecided about the "touching" aspect of our relationship. I had seen countless instances, when she wanted to touch me, put a reassuring hand on my shoulder or place a calming palm on my face, but had refrained from doing so. Her hand would hover in mid-air, awkwardly, like a drowsy fly before she gave a small sigh of resignation and pulled her hand back to her side in defeat. At such times, I longed to snatch that defeated hand and pull it back to my face, encouraging her to place it there and do whatever she felt like. But I didn't want to push her in anyway. I was ready to give her all the time she needed before she felt comfortable enough with me. But that didn't mean I didn't have the occasional urge to pull her into the tightest of hugs or place a searing kiss on her lips just so I could convey the extent and the depth of my love to her.
"Come in." She said, moving aside and letting me in.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asked.
All this felt too formal for my taste. I knew that I had managed to temporarily disarm her and in a minute she would be back to arguing lovingly with me, so I let it go and nodded a yes.
She went into the kitchen and left me to make my way to the couch. As I was about to sit down on the couch, I heard the most terrifying sound ever.
Meow.
I froze for a second before I went completely mental.
"Sharon! Sharon!!!!" I started shouting for her, while frantically looking around to determine the source of that bloodcurdling meow.
She came running into the living room and in a surprised tone asked me-
"Why the hell are you shouting like that?"
"There is a cat here." I declared, as I looked here and there like a mad rabbit.
Confusion clouded her face and she asked me-
"Doesn't explain why you're acting like a disgruntled baboon."
How could she joke at a time like this?
"Where is the cat?" I asked, now on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Or so I felt.
Unperturbed, she went to the backside of the couch and picked up what looked like a gigantic ball of orangish-brown fur and came towards me.
Now I'll try my best to give an unbiased description of The Cat.
It was the furriest, fattest cat that I have ever seen in my life. In fact she was so fat and furry that I couldn't make out her head from the rest of her body. It was only when Sharon released her on the couch that I could fully assess her.
She walked with a defiant air of someone who considers herself superior to everyone else. There was a smug look in the way she grinned, what could only be described as an evil smirk. She swished her chubby tail haughtily as if summoning all the evil spirits within her. Her eyes shone with malevolence and when she rested her lazy arse on the couch and turned her head to look towards me, I saw it then and there that she had made a silent vow to herself to make my life a living hell.
And yes, that is an unbiased description. She is exactly the way I've portrayed her.
"Her name's Cleopatra. Isn't she cute?" said Sharon, looking fondly at The Cat.
I looked at her in acute bewilderment. I have never seen her express such fondness for any living being before. Though why would anyone be fond of that mangy cur is beyond my comprehension.
"Cleopatra?" I shouted. How ironic, yet appropriate. Ironic because Cleopatra is probably turning her mummified body in her grave, flinching at the thought of such an ugly little fat cat being adorned with her name. And appropriate because her attitude suggests that she is probably the reincarnated version of the real Cleopatra.
"Yes. Do you want to hold her?" she asked, and before I could even begin to protest she dumped that ball of evil fur into my hands.
I yelped and let that devil incarnate drop from my hands and land with a soft thud on the carpeted floor. She stood up, offended, shook off the disgrace I had inflicted on her and gave me a look that said-
'How rude!'
-before marching off vainly to cuddle in a corner where she sat looking at the proceedings with an air of someone who is satisfied with themselves for a good day's work.
I, on the other hand, clutched my throat as I felt the familiar symptoms making their way through my body.
My throat started itching first and then I felt my nose blocking up. I was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. I looked at Sharon and she was looking at me apprehensively.
"Swayam, what's wrong?" she asked, leaning next to me, as I had by now fallen on my knees.
"I...I..I'm...allergic to...cats!" I managed to wheeze out.
My vision blurred as my eyes started to water. They were burning and I knew that they were probably red by now.
A moment of stunned silence from her side followed and as soon as that moment ended, I saw her clutching her stomach and laughing.
I know! She was laughing! I would usually be amused to see her unexpected reaction but given my condition I really did think that this was hardly the appropriate time to laugh. I was in pain here and all she could do was laugh at me. Wonder where that Cat got her sadistic attitude from?
My condition must have worsened because I saw her sober down. She stood next to me, hovering around uncertainly, not sure what she was supposed to do.
"You...have..to take me...to the hospital." I gasped.
"Right!" she said, finally panicking a little. Thank you! Was that so hard now?
She twirled around for a second, undecidedly and then scooping that furry monstrosity in one hand and putting the other around my waist to support me she began leading me towards the door.
I stood my ground though, looking at her, aghast.
"What? Why..are...you taking...that...that thing with...you?" I asked her, unbelievingly.
"Her name is Cleopatra." She said, a bit coldly. Then realizing that this wasn't the time to be rude she said in a much softer tone-
"I can't really leave her alone over here now can I? There is nobody to take care of her!"
"Sharon...what part...of...I'm...I'm allergic...to...cats...don't you...get?" I told her. It was getting really difficult to speak now. My throat had almost closed up by now. It was a wonder I could even talk.
"I know Swayam." She said, as patiently as she could. "But I can't leave her here! What if something happens to her?"
This blatant disregard for getting her priorities in order was beginning to infuriate me. I was on the verge of dying here and all she could think about was what would happen to her beloved cat! Who gave a flying rat's arse about what would happen to that evil spawn? That cat was wily enough to save her fat arse from coming to any harm! She should be more worried about what would happen to people who came in that fat little minx's way! Like me, for instance.
In the end I relented and allowed her to take that Cat with us, on one condition though. That she would be locked into the trunk.
"But she might suffocate!" she exclaimed.
Didn't sound like a bad thing to me.
But by now, I was unable to speak. So I couldn't argue with her anymore.
So in the end, I was riding shotgun with Sharon in the driver's seat and that sly creature sitting demurely in the backseat, not taking her eyes off of me for even a second. I could see it in her amused eyes and that devilish smirk that she was deriving immense pleasure from my pain.
She was a true masochist.
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A minute later, the doctor came bustling in with a nurse who was holding a Nebulizer, effectively breaking into my thoughts. Everything after that was like a hazy, surreal dream. I remembered the doctor asking Sharon to go out. She gave one last apologizing look and went out to wait in the lobby.
Using a Nebulizer is no piece of cake. An inhaling mask connected to the machine is fixed over your mouth and nose and the whole process of clearing the lungs, the throat and the nose isn't as hunky-dory as it sounds. It's best that I leave out the gory details.
After I was deemed normal by the doctor I went out to the lobby and saw her standing there, apprehensively.
She gave me a relieved smile as she thoroughly assessed my condition and together we walked out to the car.
"Wait here." She said, asking me to stop right in front of the car.
She opened the car door and pulled that root cause of all evil out from the backseat and walked a little ways towards me. Instinctively I began to retreat, panic surging through me.
"Sharon, are you mental? I just got better!" I said, looking at her incredulously.
"No no!" she said, quickly, stopping in her tracks. "It's just that Cleopatra wanted to apologize." She said, a little sheepishly. "She is sorry for making you go through that and she wants you to know that she meant no harm. She had no idea you were allergic to cats and if she had the faintest idea about the amount of pain you would have to go through she would have never been inflicted on you like that. She really is sorry."
I wondered if it was what Cleopatra wanted to tell me or what Sharon was indirectly trying to convey to me. Because that Cat did not look the least bit apologetic about what she had done. If anything she was looking at me more meanly than ever, offended at the humiliation her Mistress was putting her through by apologizing to someone like me. Oh how I wanted to strangle that haughty cat! I have no idea where that violence was coming from. I'm usually a peaceful, calm person. I guess that Cat brings out the worst in me.
"And...and..." continued Sharon, "She also wants to tell you that...uh...that she loves you."
She turned a bright red colour and swerved her eyes away from me, confirming my suspicions.
It wasn't Cleopatra talking anymore.
Even in my slightly numb condition I felt a deep rush of happiness surging through me. Even though she had used Cleopatra as her cover, at least she had said those words to me. I felt giddy with joy (and also with the after-effects of the treatment). We started moving towards each other when that Cat let out a wild, feral cry, bringing our thoughts back to her existence, that attention seeking brat!
Sharon once again began to look apologetic and after placing that obnoxious creature back in the backseat she walked towards me, letting her arms go unhesitatingly around me. I hugged her back, more ecstatic than ever that she no longer had any inhibitions in touching me. I tightened my hold on her, smelling in her fragrance. She buried her head in my chest, rubbing her earlobe against my heart, listening intently to its beat, as it proclaimed my love for her over and over again.
All this was worth it. Worth all the pain and discomfort I had to go through to hear those words from her.
I was about to whisper in her ears what my heart was already screaming at her when I felt the familiar tightening of my chest.
Maybe not so worth it after all.
As I once again began wheezing and coughing, Sharon looked at me in shock and realizing what was happening she scanned her hands and her shirt.
"Cat hairs!" she mumbled miserably, as she saw a good many clumps of orangish-brown hair scattered all over her.
It was at that minute that my gaze happened to fall on the window screen of the backseat.
And I swear to God, I saw Cleopatra's face staring at me through the glass, her eyes twinkling with an evil gleam and she smirked at me as if silently telling me-
'I'm a force to reckon with.'
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