Friends, a new fanfic because I have a little time on my hands. I'm actually a SwaSan fan but there are lots of lovely stories about that couple. Somehow, the possibility of a fairly convoluted love-story seemed to lurking in the other couple Raglak - so I'm trying my hand a small series about the tangled lives of all four. I don't know how long.
Do, do leave comments, please?
=========
The Best of Things
(RagLak, Swasan) Fan Fiction Series
By Bubble
Chapter index in the next post on this page!
Background
The background to this story is much like how it happened in the serial. Swara was going to marry Lakshya when Ragini stepped in, tried to kill Swara and tricked Lakshya into marrying her.
Swara then married Sanskaar to bring out Ragini's truth...
As my story opens both couples are in Maheshwari Mansion 'officially' giving their respective marriages 'ek mauka'. But Swara and Sanskaar, although friends, are still going to get that divorce and Lakshya, in love with Swara, but... READ ON...
=================
The Best of Things
Chapter 1
Lakshya Maheshwari had stopped running.
He stood in his room, strangely intent, looking down upon the woman sleeping in his bed. Ragini Maheshwari lay there in exhausted slumber, her hair loose about her shoulders, her lissome body swathed in satin sheet, her sindoor a trifle smudged, her mangalsutra a little askew, a thin film of sheen on her lovely face and a small smile about her lips.
She looked... he couldn't say she looked well-loved, he thought savagely, but she certainly looked well-f__ked.
He turned away from her.
They had consummated their marriage this night. And he was aware - in spite of the copious amounts of alcohol in his system earlier that evening - what a momentous decision it was. There was no turning back now, he thought with a bitter twist to his lips.
Was it the alcohol? No, he had known what he was doing. He was staggering on his feet when he came in late this evening, but he had the curious hyper-awareness that liquor can sometimes bring. The minute she had sensed that he had had too much to drink, Ragini had moved in. And he was so familiar with the workings of her mind now that he could almost hear it tick.
"Laksh, aap yahan baithiye!" she had settled him into a chair. "Kuch khaa lijiye..." she had brought up a plate of food. And then, while he had lain on the chair, too lethargic to move, she had emerged from the dressing room in a satiny black negligee trimmed with red. She had showered and perfumed herself... her hair hung enticingly around her face and the diaphanous garment skimmed her curves... He had actually laughed out loud. But so intent on her purpose, she had not understood the extent to which he comprehended what she was doing.
Sex can be many things to many people, in many situations... to Ragini it was a weapon, a powerful means of asserting herself. She had leaned in and kissed him then... trying to precipitate an event which seemed to never take place. Lakshya had gone with the flow... creamy skin, soft to the touch, eager lips, a graceful, yielding, fragrant body... Ragini Lakshya Maheshwari had gotten what she so badly wanted. Her husband, claimed and branded.
Pulling his dressing gown on, Lakshya walked out to the balcony, tapping a cigarette on the pack and lighting up. He dragged deeply and blew out smoke. It met the November mist against the inky purple light, and he stood quite some time, hands braced against the balustrade, gazing out blindly into the dark night. It was done now. He had chosen.
Months ago, in a spirit of self-destructive desperation, a desire to lash out no matter what the consequences, he had married Ragini. He had used her as weapon against Swara and her many offences', he had accepted her sister in name, and never managed to really accept her into his life. And in spite of all Ragini's efforts - considerable though they were - she had not managed to touch his heart, which belonged to a girl he had let down, spurned, insulted and disappointed.
When Ragini's dark truth had emerged, he had been first shaken, but then elated! It meant that he could purge her from his life, cite her insanity and her deceits as adequate reason and jettison her. It would leave him free for Swara again - he had thought he would woo her back, beg her forgiveness, cajole her back into his life - they would marry, they would live happily ever after, and they need never remember again the dark months that had intervened because of Ragini's obsession and her tendency to take.
But the intervening months had changed things. Lakshya felt like he was on quicksand... how on earth had Sanskar even become a factor?! He had wronged Swara more than anyone else - his villainy, his extreme need for revenge had victimised Swara in horrific ways. Then how come he was suddenly the hero in Swara's life? How dared he tell Swara he loved her now? And how could Swara forgive him?
But she had. She laughed with him, she leaned on him, and these days she looked at him as if he was the sole light of her life, Lakshya thought grimly.
And if she could forgive Sanskar for his terrible misdeeds, if she could forgive Ragini for trying to murder her... then why wouldn't she forgive him? He had been misled, misguided... yes, he had doubted her... but he had not fed her mind-altering drugs, he had not lied to set everyone against her, he had not thrown her from a bridge, he had not plotted against her... they WHY?
But there was no point in going over that now.
Bade Achche Lagte Hain Naya Season
Cricket
