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SZ - (Ulterior) (Cold) (Oblivious)
I am first! Woot! Woot! I did this in like an hour or something. Plus, i am sleepy. But the moment I had gotten the keywords, I knew I wanted to write this. Cause, that moment in the show, was a heartbreaking one to me.
Meet me at the end!
He tried moving his hand, but it wouldn't budge. Without his knowing, the chilled air on the roof made him realize the wet streaks going down his face. It felt strange; to be sitting here weeping out about something that probably meant nothing to her. He had always known her to be cold. But then, he had also always known that she wasn't like this on the inside. Inside, she was beautiful. After all, wasn't that characteristic the reason why he fell in love with her?
Then Why?
Why did she humiliate him like that in public, as if taking so much pleasure in it? All he did was express his true heartfelt desire... That one day, he wanted to dance with her... To share the stage with her...
He knew dance was one thing he was good at. That was the only thing in his life he had blind confidence on. Yes, he was a closet dancer, but that didn't make him a bad dancer. It was just that he didn't care to flaunt it to the public. He just wanted to dance with her.
Then Why?
Why did she think that he had some ulterior motive behind it? He wasn't like everyone else. She should know this by now. Hadn't he been running behind her since high school? She should at least have known this much that he did not care about being near to a dazzler. He didn't care about using her for power and money like many dreamt of. He didn't care about her dazzling status.
He tried separating his hand from his cheek again. It still stung where she had hit, but he knew sooner or later he'd just make peace with the fact that she had slapped him, cold-blooded, on the cheek, on the stage, in front of the whole college.
He sighed, and felt his hand going limp on its side. Why did he still love her, after all this time? He never had the answer to that question no matter how many times he asked himself.
Every day, she would go by living, enjoying her diva status, oblivious to his painful suffering of unrequited love. Every day, he would just get happy by the fact that she was sharing the same air that he breathed in too. One could call him pathetic, and after tonight, he wouldn't even mind that.
After all, what had he been reduced to now?
A weakling.
No, someone even worse than a weakling. Someone who deserved ridicule of such a high order for expressing their true heartfelt single desire.
He felt fresh tears making their way down his burning eyes, and he cursed his heart again.
Why? Why after such a mockery, would his heart not learn?
Why, after being hurt so much, would it still yearn?
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So thats it. This was the first SwaRon scene. The song on which Swayam had performed was "The Way You Are"... And Sharon had slapped him on stage. I hope you liked the short drabble. I used up all the three words that I had gotten. So, yaaay for me! I am done!
Much Love
Anks.
Please comment and lemme know how it was. Though, I know, it wasn't much.
Arjun
