swaron ss:sinful attractions (part 2 updated)

So since the swaron track is stuck at a stop sign in d3 i thought i'd Write a passionate story on them. Please let me know if you want me to continue.

Title is is really good and concept is awesome cant wait to read it

Part 1

Mumbai the chaotic city, the city where dreams come alive.

Everybody in the city is in a hurry to be somewhere everyone is a part of a race which seems to have no end. The race evident in the chaos of the traffic as people on busses, cars, rickshaws and scotties try to get to their destination on time. Tall concrete buildings contrasting with bunglows, the chaos even evident in the houses. People going about their daily lives, wearing different clothes making the city more colorful than it already is, the smell of petrol, spices and perfumes lingering in the air. Yet under the seemingly chaotic city there is a sense of order as if everyone is following some unwritten laws, bringing sense into the madness.

Admist all the chaos in a 3 story bunglow laid a 20 year old sleeping. There he laid with his face hidden under his pillows, shying away from the sunlight that is trying to wake him up. Dreaming unaware of the chaos outside, undisturbed by the morning traffic.

Peep!!..Peep!!...Peep!!..Peep!! The alarm went off it was 08:00. It was the 4^th of his alarms going off the first 3 went unnoticed. Finally a lean yet muscular arm came out from his duvet shutting the alarm. Slowly from under the blue and white pillows emerged handsome face with sleepy eyes that were barely open and nearly covered by his thick black hair. He sat up stretching his arms revealing more of his toned chest. He slowly moved out of the bed pulling his duvet aside and dragged his body to the bathroom to freshen up.

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Across the oceans and 9:30 hours behind, on the other side of the world, there was a girl standing in her bedroom. She was wearing her night cloth, a white t'shirt and pink shorts. She stood on her queen size bed looking at her room. She took in every inch of the room trying to remember every detail. The white walls, now empty used to tell her life story through pictures. Her draws used to contain her belonging now packed and shipped to india. She was only left with a suitcase full of clothes she was going to take with her on the morning flight. She was going to miss everything here but she was happy to be moving back to india, her mother missed their country and felt it was time to go back and sharon ofcouse wanted to join her.

She went to her window and went out the window and stood on the terrace of their penthouse apartment. Sharon had lived here all her life and only visited india once when she was 5 she doesn't remember much though. She stood there looking down the street. This was her home she told herself and she knew that she was leaving her heart behind here. New York the city that never sleeps.

Precap:

"What the hell?" sharon shouted to what was happening infront of her. Who the hell was this guy and what the hell is he doing she thought.

Ur writing style is magnatic..
I love those stories which starts from ss meet
nd goona love it too...
Just wow..
Pls pm me whn u update any of ur work next..

Originally posted by: zk456789

first one to comment

super start great story

please pm me for next update

Originally posted by: Twinkle_d3

Ur writing style is magnatic..
I love those stories which starts from ss meet
nd goona love it too...
Just wow..
Pls pm me whn u update any of ur work next..

thank you for the lovely comment dear 🤗

Part 2

Well off at the airport sharon was going to collect her bags to go meet the person who was supposed to driver her to her house since her mother was working that evening. She stood patiently waiting for her bags to arrive, she was sure she'd see them from afar because they were neon pink. Sharon being afraid of losing her baggage after watching one too many episodes of border security, had gone out and bought the brightest, most special bags she could find.

Suddenly she noticed a man with almost no hair trying to take her bag. He was seeing left and right to see if people were watching. Scratching his bald head, while pretending to look for something. She had heard of these kind of people, stealing bags that looked expensive. Then suddenly another man showed up and dragged the bald man and her bag away with him.

"What the hell?"sharon shouted to what was happening in front of her. Who the hell was this guy and what the hell is he doing she thought. Surprised by the turn of events. She walked up to him and slapped the bald man.

"That's my bag, freak" She said taking her bag from him.

"Maam I'm from the airport security I'll take it from here." The other man said.

Sharon walked away cursing the damn day and the stress that came from flying. Now all she had to do is find the man who was going to pick her up. Her mother had told her that he was tall and would be wearing a blue stripped shirt. How hard can it be she said to herself tall and stripped shirt she kept repeating to herself.

Near the "arrival" door on the outside of the airport stood a boy holding a sign. He looked at every person walking through the door hoping that person was "sharon". Being the cultural secretary of the collage he was in-charge of driving the principal's daughter home. More than that his father had forced him to go get her because she was his best friend's daughter. He still didn't understand why that was necessary for HIM to go. They had a driver who was more than capable to driver to the airport and back. So there he stood trying to find the girl, trying to get this shenanigan over with so that he could go home and relax.

Then suddenly a current pass through his entire body leaving him breathless. The pain was so unbearable that he couldn't breathe properly. HE stood there trying not to scream he turned around to see the source of his pain and there she stood. A girl with big eyes, now even bigger do to horror, her hair up in a ponytail, she looked cute he admitted to himself forgetting the pain sensation he felt for a second.

"Hey watch where you are going. Are you blind?"

"You watch where you are standing, don't think I'm scared of you Just cause I said sorry." Sharon answered back snapping out of her trance and got pissed off by how he was acting. Here she was trying to act nice and he was being a jackass.

"Whatever, I have better things to do that fight with some NRI who thinks she's too good for this country." He barked back. Lifting up the sign that was now on the floor and then she saw the name written on it. "SHARON" oh freak is he the driver? She said to herself.

Promo:

The ride home

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