hey guys, my 1st attempt at writin somethin on swaron...newfound luv for dem...actually humesha se pyaar tha...abhi badh gaya 😆 no more talks, do like n comment n buddy me for further works...i knw its a lil long but it had to b long accordin to d concept...so here i go now...
Flight no 237- A Journey from New York City to Mumbai
Swayam glanced at his passport as he waited for his flight for Mumbai to get scheduled at the New York international airport. 7 times, he had travelled to one destination in the past 3 years. He was again travelling there; to Mumbai, that little hope still keeping him going. He checked his pocket to make sure his most prized possession was there.
He looked around to find something that would interest him. He glanced at little kids run around at the airport as their parents tried to get hold of them and make them sit in one place. A young couple sat in one of the farthest chairs and was cozying up to each other. As his eyes flickered around, he saw something that intrigued him suddenly.
A girl stood at a distance in the book stall facing him, reading a magazine. She looked up and he saw the most beautiful pair of eyes he'd ever seen. She held the magazine high as if she were totally engrossed in it, so he couldn't see her face. She glanced over to see if her flight was scheduled but sighed and went back to reading. Swayam turned and twisted in his chair to have a look at her face, making sure he wasn't being too obvious. A small kid zipped past her dropping the magazine, but before he could even catch a glimpse of her, the wind had played its trick and her hair covered her face.
"Flight no 237 is ready for boarding. Passengers are requested to wait near gate no 3". He sighed at his hard luck, picked up his bags. He tried looking at her once more but she was picking up the magazine and when he felt he was being a stalker, he shook his head and turned to leave. But those eyes he'd just seen refused to leave his mind. He thought he had seen them somewhere and that is why he wanted to know who she was.
As he took his seat in the aircraft, he looked around, thinking if he would get lucky and find the girl (or those beautiful eyes) on the same flight. Laughing at his silliness, he sank in his chair, put his headphones on, closed his eyes and was absorbed in his own world as he heard his favorite tracks. A few moments later, he felt someone sit next to him. He opened his eyes to see who was next to him and the same eyes mesmerized him again. He had seen them before, not at the airport but somewhere earlier. He couldn't recall where. He kept pondering over the thought for a while.
She kept fidgeting with her sling bag, as if searching for something. As soon as she found the photograph she was looking for, she caressed it with her thumb and carefully put it back inside. She felt someone gazing at her intently and looked next to her. She smiled at him and when he smiled back, she had to admit he looked way too cute.
The airhostess began giving safety instructions to passengers and it was then that she realized that she had been looking at him for longer than she should have, probably staring at him. She didn't say a word and put the seatbelt on. A few minutes later, the flight was on the runway. She closed her eyes and began praying fervently.
"It won't crash, don't worry" she heard him speak to her in an accented English.
She nodded, disliking the accent part.
"Don't mind the accent, I've been living in New York since a very young age and have since then developed it" he spoke as if reading her mind. She was startled.
"How did you know'.?" She spoke in an Indian accent but was cut off before she completed her sentence.
"Most people tend to hate those who speak with a fake one. But mine is genuine." He did not know why he felt the need to justify himself to this total stranger. She let out a chuckle.
"So I was right!!!" he asked
"Right about?"
"You did hate that accent?"
"Yeah, kind of, before you gave me the reason for it"
And as she said that he was glad he told her. In fact she felt the accent added to his cuteness quotient with his silky hair that fell on his forehead covering his tiny little eyes. Stop being so silly, she thought to herself.
"So it seems you really hate travelling by air" he wanted to continue the conversation.
"Just a little scared" she replied meekly.
"Well not anymore, I guess?" he smirked a little.
"What do you mean?" confused, she asked him.
"What I mean is that while we were in this conversation, the flight took off and we are in the air already"
She hadn't even realized that.
"Thanks" she said earnestly
"It's ok'bade bade shehro mein aisi chhoti chhoti baatein hoti rehti hain'Chill out" he said the famous dialogue cheekily.
"OMG tumhe hindi aati hain?" her eyes widened
"Of course, I am an Indian at heart. Aur meri mom bollywood movies ki bahut badi fan hain. Toh har baar unke saath mujhe aur dad ko bhi bitha deti hain'typical Indian woman hain meri mom"
They laughed and she was really fascinated to hear him talk in fluent Hindi. She looked at him as if he was the eighth wonder of the world. He really was probably. He looked adorably charming and...she realized where her thoughts were going again and brushed them off.
"Mujhe bhi movies bahut pasand hain" she confessed sheepishly.
They laughed and said the words "typical Indian woman" in unison which made them laugh again.
The airhostess interrupted suddenly.
"Would you like anything ma'am?" She shook her head.
The airhostess looked at swayam
"What about you sir?"
"No thank you"
As the air hostess left she spoke again'
"So are you going to India for the first time?"
"Not really" he replied
"So where all have you been in India?"
"Not anywhere really, I am always in Mumbai"
"Business?"
"Personal work"
"Oh"
"By the way, I am Swayam Shekhawat"
He thought it was high time he introduced him and held out his hand. Had she heard that name before? She thought about it in vain. She placed hers in it and they felt a strong connect.
"Sharon Raiprakash".
He smiled. 'Sharon' it rang a bell in his mind and brought back those lovely memories. His heart skipped a beat at the name. How much he loved that name. How much he missed HIS Sharon.
***
A few moments later, he was taking his laptop out along with a CD. She was busy reading a magazine. They wanted to continue talking but they did not know what they would talk about and to kill time, they went about doing their own work. He glanced at her sideways. She was still reading, totally engrossed in the magazine and a frown formed on her face.
"Frown karne se wrinkles a jate hain'at an early age" his voice brought her back to reality and she looked at him in surprise
"My mom says so" he clarified
She nodded and looked at the CD in his hand. A huge smile formed on her face as she saw the name of the movie on it.
"You love the movie?" he asked her
"Yeah'dil chahta hain'it's my favourtie"
"Mine too"
"hindi bolna tak toh thik hain but a hindi movie'your favorite?"
"Yeah, is there a problem with that? I mean I hope there isn't!"
"No, of course not, just a little surprising"
"I like the whole concept of friendship in the movie"
"Me too"
"You wanna watch it along?"
"Sure"
He inserted the cd and soon they were watching the movie, laughing their hearts out, not bothering about the random stares others gave them for being so loud and totally forgetting that they were strangers just a few hours back. As the movie ended, they chatted about various things, their likes and dislikes, their families, their education etc. they were surprised to know that they both were dancers and when they spoke about it; it was as if their soul belonged to dance and only dance. He told her about all the crazy things he'd done for dance while she told him how everyone back in Mumbai in her college used to call her THE DANCING DIVA. She told him that since her graduation was over, she was planning to pursue a career in dance. He spoke of how much he loved cricket and used to stay up till late nights to watch India play which surprised her again.
They did not realize when time flew by and it was already a little past midnight. He put his laptop back and they wished each other good night and Sharon pulled her blanket over herself and dozed off.
As she slept, her head rested on his shoulder. She was beautiful and when her hair bounced softly on her face, he slowly tucked it behind her ear, so as to not distract his view, making sure she wouldn't wake up. She looked like an angel when she slept. A small smile played on her lips as if indicating that she was already lost in her dream world. Swayam couldn't believe it. All these years he had thought about only HIS Sharon. He had never been close to any other girl, thinking he would be cheating on her and now'
His chain of thoughts was broken when he heard her shiver. He put his blanket over her as well, and she tugged it cozily.
"Tum kyu nahi mile mujhe?" she was talking in her sleep.
He felt a pang of jealousy rush through him as he heard those words.
***
As they walked out of the Mumbai international airport, looking for taxi and pushing their luggage, they stopped to face each other.
"It was nice knowing you" she said and held out her hand
"Yeah same here" as they shook hands, they felt that strong connect again.
"So I guess I should get going"
He nodded. He wanted to stop her for reasons he did not know. He wanted to ask her whom she was talking about in her sleep. As she walked a few steps away, he called out to her
"Uhm- Sharon"
She turned and went back to where he was standing. She waited for him to speak.
"I was wondering if I could ask you something"
"Yeah, go on"
"Kal raat ko you were murmuring in your sleep...Something like tum kyu nahi mile mujhe'who was the person you were talking about; your boyfriend?"
He realized he had been a little pushy with the question and mouthed a sorry but he really wanted to know
"No, actually I was in NYC to see someone"
"oh" he wanted her to continue
"Tum Mumbai kyu?
"Meri Sharon ke liye"
Her eyes shot up and she looked at him in surprise
"Actually, meri ek friend thi.Her name was Sharon. When I shifted to NYC, we got separated. I was very young then but still every memory with her is clearly etched in my mind coz she was the most beautiful girl ever and since then she has always ruled my heart. And we were always together, no matter what. She was an angel to me. Since the past 3 years, I have been coming to Mumbai to find her. I know it's weird but I know I will find her someday. Itne saal I couldn't come coz I wanted to finish my studies and work"
She nodded and then spoke
"I don't remember his name. For whom I came there. He was a childhood friend. We were best of friend's and he was something more than that. We used to play together, study together, and he was a total...Kya bolu'a total majnu. We were five and he used to be so love struck all the time, doing things to make me smile and pamper me and do everything as per my wish. On the other hand, I used to take advantage of that and have things my way but he never complained. Our families knew each other since a long time. Then one day, he went away. He left me forever, his family shifted base to NYC. We sat and cried together our hearts out and I realized how special he was to me. I remember the day before he left, we clicked a picture together, holding hands. We tore it into two, he kept mine and I kept his picture. And we promised each other that we would find each other someday"
Swayam nodded totally understanding the situation.
"Swayam, I need a favour, look I have this picture and I was wondering if you could help me find him back there and you can have my contact details as well.. I know its silly coz its his childhood pic but still'"
She gave him the picture with eyes full of hope. As he took it and looked at it, his hands started trembling. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Sharon I need to'"
"It's ok if you can't"
"No, I mean, wait. Close your eyes"
"Huh?"
"Just once. Please"
She closed her eyes and he put his hand in his pocket and took out something. He held it next to the picture she just gave him. He flipped it over so that it was facing her
"Now slowly open your eyes"
She opened her eyes and froze there. Her heart was thumping so loud against her chest that she thought it would come ripping out of her body. He had removed the other half of the picture and it fit perfectly fine. Not believing what she was seeing, she closed her eyes, again. The memoires came back to her and she remembered calling out his name. "Swayam", yes that was his name. She shuddered still unable to digest what had just happened and opened her eyes.
He had moved really close to her and when she opened her eyes, she freaked out a little and was about to fall, so she held his shoulder to support herself while he held her waist to prevent her from falling. His intent eyes pierced into her bold ones deeply and she looked away.
"Swayam, this can't be true"
She was really hoping it was. All these years she had wanted to meet him so badly, to be in his arms and here they were' She still did not look at him. He pulled her closer towards himself, scared to leave her now.
"Sharon'you have the proof in front of you"
Slowly, their eyes met and sparks flew!!!
The End
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