Swaron SS: PRINCE CHARMING [ PART 2 UPDATED ] - Page 3

PART 2

Swayam's POV:

My eyes were bulged so much that they would touch the ground any minute. I couldn't believe what I was reading could be true. It was too good to be true. I had never even in my most amazing dreams imagined that I would be having this kind of effect on Sharon from the time when we hadn't even met. Ofcourse since I know that now I wont deny the fact that I had definitely found her pretty in our first meeting . Although technically that was our first meet I had never given it that much significance for which I feel really guilty now. As for me our first significant meeting was when I saw her again almost eight months after the dance competition.

FLASHBACK:

It was just another tiring September weekend morning. I was determined to sleep late but the weather seemed to have made a strong resolve to destroy my plans. The weather routine had been following its unusual pattern since the beginning of this month. Hot sunny days and cold rainy nights. I was really hating it, humidity was something which I always loathed. I had to use lots of quilts for night time which made me wake all sweaty and sticky the following morning. I know I behaved absolutely weird and girly sometimes but being an actor I was bound to keep myself looking good at any given point which was already too irritating for me. And then the noises coming from just outside my apartment door weren't doing any good to me. Someone shouting at the top of their voice. I assumed it to be my new neighbour or rather my new hot neighbour as I had learnt from some guys of my locality. I had heard that she had just moved in town a week ago but I hadn't been around enough to get a glimpse of her. According to those kids she was working with the biggest news channel in the country right now and played a host to the number one non fiction show on air right now alongside my show which was number one in the fictions list. My thoughts were interrupted by her yelling again and this time I moved out of my bed. Self obsessed as I was, I wanted to find out who was this girl who had created such a fuss and grabbed all the public attention in the presence of Swayam Shekhawat. I didn't want to check her out or something but just genuinely curious. But once I caught a glimpse of her I couldn't stop myself from checking her out. She looked hot indeed. Just in the way she was, adorned in her sweatpants and t shirt with those fluffy foot wear, her hair tied up in a loose bun with few strands falling on her cheeks, her sweaty forehead creased and lips puckered as she glared through her fancy black spectacles complimenting her fair skin, at the workers who were moving furniture into her apartment . "Too cute for a person of her age and designation", I thought. As I continued staring her gazing travelled to me with an expression of shock first and then suddenly she looked embarrassed , " Sorry" she muttered as she ran into her apartment. I didn't know why I staring at her like a shameless roadsider being the celebrity I was. I had seen lot of hot girls before and even worked with a few but never had I found anyone that interested me. But this girl seemed like a magnet to me. It was as if she was the earth and I was an apple falling on Newton's head due to some irresistible attractive force in her. The reason for this force was yet to be known. But a bigger question was, "Who was going to be the Newton who would discover the force?"

"What? Apple? Force? Newton? What's wrong with me?" I yelled suddenly confused startling the workers who stared at me bewildered. "Sorry", I muttered and ran inside just like she had.

After that day I kept wondering where had we met before? Coz I was sure we had. Nevertheless I didn't see her for a week after that and it didn't bother me much except for the fact that I couldn't keep myself from looking out for her each time I passed by her door.

Again the next weekend I couldn't sleep late as I had to receive my parents and sister who were coming to see me for the Diwali as we hadn't been able to celebrate any festival together since the time I had moved to Mumbai for pursuing my career. Being the family lover that I was I felt really elated to have them here with me in this lonely city crowded by strangers. I quickly got dressed up and moved out with my car keys locking the door on the way in hurry when I suddenly bumped into someone making all the papers in the person's hand flutter in the air as she fell to the ground with a thud. " I am really sorry, I was in a hurry I didn't see."I said still in a hurry but then slowed down when I saw it was her. She looked quite tired and lost. I helped her up and then picked up all the papers for her and as we walked silently to the lift I wondered if I was this polite all the time. May be not. But something about the tiredness in her look made me do it. As we entered the empty lift of the sixth floor we were encountered by another awkward moment due to the silence. "Hey, I am Sharon",she said smiling politely with her right hand extended towards me. "Swayam" I replied smiling back as I shook hands with her. " I am sorry I didn't notice you earlier in a hurry. Did you get hurt?"I asked. She looked at me surprised, a look which made me wonder what meaning she had taken from my sentence. But then she replied, " Its okay, I was lost too. And I'm sorry for the other day if I disturbed your sleep."she murmured embarrassed. "No no. That's fine." I said as the lift halted at the ground floor and both of us moved in our own direction after passing another formal smile towards each other.