Chapter 1
Of Resolutions and Revolutions
1
Evening/ Exterior
So there was Swayam, the Weakling, trudging down the road, pathetically dragging his cycle. He was dejected, distressed. He looked at his cycle's flat tyre and said: "Even you think I'm a loser, don't you? Tune bhi saath chhor diya aaj mera... " sounding rather melodramatic. Sharon had rejected him again, today. It wasn't anything new. She insulted him in front of everyone- that wasn't new either, but today her words were hollow. Not that he had expected her to undergo some kind of metamorphosis overnight and reciprocate his feelings for her, he knew it would take time, even though they had spent some intimate moments at RDX Sir's party the previous night. The least he had expected was for her to soften a bit and may be acknowledge his presence around her. But here they were back to square one!
And for the first time, he felt his Sharon was being superficial, fake, and he didn't like it. She didn't have the same confidence in her voice like earlier. Even when she showed him her signature L for loser sign for him, she actually stuttered to utter the word. Why yell and hurl the abuses at him when deep inside she felt something else? Because she had to maintain her Dazzler image, she had to show the world, especially her friends that she was still the Diva! "Why Sharon why?" He said loudly. He knew perhaps this was his moment to rejoice, that Sharon finally sympathised with him, she considered him something other than a bloody Weakling'. That although she wouldn't admit it, but she did care about his feelings. He had waited for this day. But today he wasn't happy. His heart was not ready to accept that his Sharon was being a royal hypocrite, yet he knew it was true. "Fine Sharon, if this Dazzler aura, your public image, being the Diva in front of your friends, are the priorities in your life then so be it... I will not expect anything from your side, not anymore." His eyes exuded both misery and a firmness almost bordering on stubbornness as he spoke these words.
2
Night/ Sharon's house
Sharon was standing at the balcony combing her hair, but one could easily say that she was lost in thoughts, as her soft curls were getting more entangled than they were. She was thinking about the day's happenings, the Dazzlers v/s Weaklings drama in the canteen. "Gawd... those weaklings... especially that Kripa and her chamcha... that... that... urrgggh... uska naam hi kyun lena hai mujhe?", she yelled at herself. "Hamesha taiyaar rehta hai uss behenji ko defend karne ke liye..." she said.
She went inside and sat on her bed, thinking, "On a second thought, may be I shouldn't have yelled at him like that... sabke saamne... kal party mein agar wo chahta to he could have crossed the line... but..."
She recalls the moment when Swayam had softly spoken into her ear:
"Tum bahat special ho, humara first kiss bhi bahat special hoga... naahi ki aisa jahan tumhe kahin shayad yaad bhi na ho, ki humare beech kya hua tha..."
A spectrum of colours rush to her cheeks and from Sharon the Diva, she transforms into a confused teenager experiencing goose bumps for the first time from this mysterious phenomenon called first love. (pehli baar mohabbat in bg) It is a conspiracy of the hormones, but that knowledge doesn't stop the humankind from indulging in it and being swayed by it and our Diva was no exception. The storm named Swayam Shekhawat had blown her away with him long ago, and it was only now that she was realizing, what she deemed to be solid ground was quicksand in reality. She was desperate to take control, once again, with all her strength, but all she managed was a feeble attempt.
"What the hell Sharon! STOP right now. Sabke saamne to pehle bhi chillati thi, what's with this fight? Itna kya sochna?"
" Why the hell am I even thinking about that loser Swayam!" she said to herself snapping out of Swayam's thoughts only to return... "But his face today... gosh bahat bura laga hoga usse... actually galati to thi hamari... shuru toh hum hi ne kiya tha... Simmi shouldn't have poured juice on that guy... umm... what's his name? Yeh Simmi aur Rinni bhi nah..." Her phone rings. It's Shivam calling.
"Hey ssup! Uh huh... lunch? No dude... nai ho payega... have classes I guess... hang on... lemme check my schedule..."
She keeps the phone on hold and thinks hard... "Lunch with Shivam, which means sometime spent outside college, good for me, I need some space right now, college is so stressful these days, Dazzlers v/s Weaklings is no longer fun, plus that weakling Swayam keeps buzzing inside my head like a crazy bee. Class attend karungi to wo bhi rahega wahan... I need to stay away from him... AWAY!"
She gets back on the phone with Shivam: "Hey Swa... I mean Shivam, yeah lunch is cool with me. See ya tomorrow. Ciao." She ends the call and curses herself before turning off the night lamp and going to bed.
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