My journey with SwaSan through Stories...

Sanskaar adjusted the zip of his leather jacket, perched his aviators on his vest and looked around. All the Maehswari's of the house looked at him with varying expressions.

The hall of MM house.

The official courtroom.

He sighed.

"What does it look like?"He replied pointing at his bag "I am walking out of here. Or you thought it's only your prerogative to waltz in and out of the house?"

"But you can't Sanskar." Swara almost wailed. "Prem! I mean Salman told me to think about you. I am just getting there. I mean trying to get there."

"Keep trying lady" Sanskaar replied nonchalantly "Let me know when you actually GET there. Because Shahrukh will be coming for dilwale; then Aamir will for dangal; then maybe Akshay for Airlift. They will tell you to face your true love and you will be thinking again. Meanwhile my fans will be camping in front of their Gods praying for our love life as if their love life is depending on it. Not to mention we have to take on Daayan, chudials, matkis and mind fu**eries all for your love realization. And you would still be thinking and putting your Maa-Baba, Behen, my little brother turned your BFF, dada, dadi, padosi, doodhwala and dhobi over me. And we would still be waiting.

Thanks but no thanks Ma'am. Let me know when you can give it all. To me! For I deserve nothing less."

"But Bhai!" Laksh wailed "How can I win my true love if you walk out of her life?"

"Eh?" Sanskaar looked at him in wonder "So Bhai I am now. Khool! Warms my heart. Your brotherly love truly does. Just one question. Are you sure we are related? How did I end up with you as brother?

Genius! Your idea of winning your love is tying her to awesome me? I want to say more but you are too stupid to insult anyways."

"Sanskaar!" Ragini tried to butt in.

"Hold it!"Sanskaar cut in. "You are too intelligent to insult anyways. Dear cheli your Guru is proud. But please stop shoving your Guru Dakshina down my throat. I can do without it. Just a word of wise for old time sakes. If you are old enough to handle steering; don't blame everyone and their grandmoms for giving you wrong directions. Good luck for your Haq. If you ask me I would say what the F***!

Cheers!"

"Chora!" Sujata tried to get his attention.

"Ah! My adopted mom!" He looked at her. "For the last time. If I hear your Bangaalan bahu jaap one more time I swear I will get you a Daamad this time!

Sujata looked ready to faint.

"But Sanskaar!" Annapurna this time "Where would you go? What will you do?"

"Please close your sanskaari's ears badi ma. You won't be able to handle my future plans.

I will go for bungee jumping.

Maybe sky diving.

Shark wrestling.

Or I may just don saffron robes and join Hare Krishna gang.

Or maybe I will just strip and be a pin up model for play girl magazine. If there is no magazine like that; I will launch one!"

"Sanskaar!" Durga Prasad Maheshwari bellowed.

"No Bade Papa! You can't stop me!" Sanskaar replied firmly.

"Which moron wants to stop you? I want to join you!"

"Not I! We want to join you!" Ram prasad chimed in.

"Are you sure about the play girl magazine thing"?

"Ofcourse!" Sanskaar replied.

"Epic! Let's go then!"

"Can I join in?" Adarsh asked hopefully.

"No!" The Maheshwari trio yelled in unison. "You will bring down the awesome quotient of our gang. Stay back and fight for your haq from parineeta."

"Shall we go?" they looked at each other. Then bolted for the door.

Sanskaar straddled his bullet and revved it up. Durga Prasad and Ram Prasad mounted behind him; holding on tight.

"Here we go!" Sanskaar shot the bike whizzing past the rest of the Maheshwari clan.

Freedom! At last!

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"Ah Sanskaar!" Cv- 1 and Cv-2 beamed at him. "What brings you here?"

"You love for me." Sanskaar replied sarcastically.

"But we always loved you man!" The Cvs replied.

"Yeah! But right now you are showing your violent and extreme love for me. Tone it down guys. Let me be will ya?"

"But Sanskaar you sell!" Cvs exclaimed in one voice.

"I know Bahus always sells. And I am the inhouse resident Bahu of the show. I have to wash utensils, live in tents, take shite from everyone and their dogs, not to mention a kinky cousin who likes to see me drenched and yes.. I even get to wear pink. How lovely!"

"But you looked great there Sanskaar!" Cvs stated.

"I would look great in gunny bag and sack cloth. Doesn't mean I have to wear them right. Pink then god-awful gold. By God's grace I got to wear black and white yesterday and the talks are that I rocked the look." He gave a lop-sided smile.

"Oh! Actually we wanted to give you velvet peacock coloured blazer with embroidery and dark reddish-maroon shirt to match Swara's outfit. But someone stole those outfits." Cv-1 replied.

"I guess Sanskaar's fan stole them." Cv-2 opined.

"Hallelujah!" Sanskaar cheered "I love my fans."

"And since you are already our Bahu we decided to promote you to Adarsh Indian Tele-serial Bahu level. You know the melodramatic, self-sacrificing, illogical ones." Cv-1 declared and Cv-2 nodded his head in approval.

"For eff-sakes guys. Haven't you realized that I am not loved because I am a bahu. I am loved because I am Sanskaar. A simple, no-nonsensical, Say it as you see it guy.

I like someone; I show it.

I love someone; I say it.

I dislike someone; I state it.

I hate someone; I fight it.

I am what I am. I am Simply Sanskaar. So with all due respect to hell with you adarsh bahu agenda and perform some heavy duty exorcism to get rid of this Bahu aatma you unleashed on my character. NOW!"

But.. but but Sanskaar.." Cvs protested. "The Trps..."

"Right now Naagin is getting best Trps." Sanskaar stated "So if you think I will wear green tights; weird ass contacts; slither on floor and do a naagin dance you really need to think again."

"Hey!" Cvs chimed together "that sounds like a good idea. The Naagin one"

"Don't even think about it" Sanskaar warned.

"But Sanskaar..."

"Forget it guys!" Sanskaar cut in.

"And one more thing." He continued "Actually two things. Next time you bring in Sonam or Deepika don't waste them on Swara. That girl is a goner anyways. Let me get some screen space with the girls."

"And what will you do?" Cv-1 asked.

"Do an item number maybe. Or go on a date. When I see an opportunity I grab it." Sanskaar replied.

"Psst. Ask him if we can tag along." Cv-2 nudged Cv-1.

"And yes. " Sanskaar went on

"I know you love your Simar and her entire super unnatural weirdo family but stop tagging them to me every next week. Seriously guys! Paatali devi and all?"

"Oh come'on Sanskaar!" Cv-1 replied "She was hot!'

"That she was."Sanskaar replied with a wistful smile. "But really guys how about next time bringing in someone errr.. little normal. Daayans, Chudials, Paatali devi's, bhoots and Bat-shit crazy stuff. I need a break mates."

"So how about bringing Gopi vahu and her Maa ji?" Cv-2 asked.

"Hell No!" Sanskaar vetoed violently.

"How about .."

"Don't bother folks. Your IQ is no match for mine. Take my suggestion. Merge Swaragini with Splitsvilla. And yes. Make sure I share screen space with Sunny!"

"Ah! Sunny Leone!" Cv's brighten up. "Now why didn't we think of that."

"Because you are not me!" Sanskaar retorted.

"So yes one final time Cvs" Sanskaar asserted.

"Give a Pay rise to the designer who gave me that black blazer and white shirt combo. Hire him on permanent basis. Fire the guys who gets kicks out of men wearing horrendous pink and embroidery gold. While you are at it.. Dump the ones who are giving these mind-literally-blowing earrings to Swara. The least I could do for that girl and her poor fans.

No more Simar and her weirdo Sasural. Splitsvilla and Sunny it is.

And for the last time.. Let me be.

Savvy!"

"Aye!" Cv-1 and 2 clicked their heels.

"Perfecto!" Sanskaar gave a curt nod "Get back to work then!"

Devar Bhabhi Track again.

was connecting more to Sanskaar and Ragini's characters than Swara's.

Pathos!

Curled into a ball, leaning onto a pillar, with her arms encircling her face completely she surreptitiously looked through the curtain of her hair.

There he is. Taking long strides with casual grace with his usual all-enduring aura surrounding him.

"Play your cards carefully now Ragini" she warned herself "He is not like the other naive, trusting, dumb victims of hers. Here is the man who thinks feels and above all; Acts as per his own wishes. He can see through people and their ploys. And he can manoeuvre them the way he chose; morality and ethics be damned. Don't let him see through you."

Careful Ragini! Be very very careful!

She sobbed softly.

"Ragini!" Sanskaar looked at the pathetic picture of a miserable girl sobbing agonisingly with concern and consternation.

"What happened?" He sat on his knees next to her.

"This!" She gently took out the folder lying next to her and handed it over to him.

Sanskaar warily reached for the folder and opened it. Polaroid pictures streamed into his hands.

Swara hugging Laksh.

Laksh kissing her forehead.

Both in a tight embrace oblivious to the world.

Now he knows what meant when they say: you can hear your heart break.

His hands shook and the pictures fell on the ground almost in a macabre fashion. Taunting, tormenting and killing him further.

"And This!" Ragini gave the final twist of the proverbial knife in the heart handing her phone to him.

And Sanskaar watched his little brother falling on his knees in front of his own wife and Swara agreeing to give him a chance.

Sanskaar closed his eyes in agony. No man would be strong enough to live through this.

Well done Ragini! She felt wild exhilaration.

Then suddenly Sanskaar opened his eyes.

"How did you get this Ragini? Is this the part of your new machinations?"

His rapier sharp mind taking over his broken heart.

So I did not underestimate you! Ragini thought with grim satisfaction. She will never be able to break that astute mind of his. She has to aim for the fragmented heart of his. And she really should stick as close to truth as possible. Lies and deception won't work in front of this man. For he is her guru indeed.

She looked at him with tear stricken eyes.

"I followed them and took those pictures and video!" She replied in a small voice.

"But why?" All his senses went alert.

"Because i can't see them together that's why?" words were tore out of her. "I know I said that I would undo my wrong doings and unite Swara and Laksh again and believe me I want to do that and will do that. But will I be called a selfish one if it hurts to see them together? Can't I cry and mourn without being judged for it. I thought you would understand." She looked at him in mute appeal.

Sanskaar felt a death blow in his gut. Understand! That he did. For it hurt him too. Kills him actually.

He looked at the pictures again.

He trusted, still trusts and will trust Swara with all his life if only she walked just one step towards him. Just one. He would walk the rest of the mile for her. She didn't take that step. In fact she stepped back. Ten steps back. The girl who said that she wanted leave the Maheshwari house atleast twenty times a day is now residing in it when there is no compulsion or coercion. The girl who complained endlessly about Laksh is now so happy in his company. The girl who called him her best friend and claimed she could read his eyes is now oblivious to the raw pain and sheer agony he is going through everyday because of her.

Yet he won't judge her. If her happiness lies in Laksh... So be it.

Sanskaar suddenly felt immensely weary, tired and totally lost.

So Be It!

He wiped his hand across his face in dazed state. He will set her free. Swara has always been free. He never tried to tie her down. But now he would completely set her free from him life. She can move ahead. Into Laksh's life if that's what she wants.

All he wants is her happiness.

But Ragini is right. Will he be called selfish if he is not strong enough to see that happiness?

Ragini watched his changing expressions with painful intensity; almost fascinated with the thoughts mirroring onto that expressive face.

And felt amazed and humbled.

He is neither disgusted, nor outraged and he is not questioning Swara for her infidelity. There is still nothing but love and pain in his eyes. Just for her.

How could he love that girl so much and so selflessly? And She doesn't even deserve that love.

Who are you Sanskaar? Ragini wondered.

"We really are cursed. Aren't we?" She heard herself say it. She had no idea what came over her but words just burst forth out of her. She wanted to say it all for so long. Never found that one person who would listen and understand.

Now looking at Sanskaar she finally realized. He would understand. For the private hell he is living in is much worse than one she is going through. For his love is purest. Hence will hurt the most.

Not lies, no plots, no revenge. All she wanted to do is; Talk.

"What have we done to deserve this Sanskaar? Why can't we be loved by those we love? Are we really that bad people? Are we really God's unwanted children?"

And she broke down.

At that moment Sanskaar saw a flash of his duppattewali friend who was lost and is probably lost forever. He knows that Ragini is not what she seems. He is perceptive and analytical enough to know that. But the girl sobbing her heart out in front of him is going through the same agony he is facing everyday. Her face reflecting the same emotions he has been seeing in his own reflection he sees everyday in the mirror.

He reached out for her. Gently he enclosed her in his arms like the friend he was of hers a life time back.

Ragini finally felt peace and comfort. Genuine emotions she missed for so long. She is no longer alone.

Talk to him Ragini! The voice of the old innocent naive Ragini pleaded from deep recesses of her heart where she was buried.

Please! He can help you. He will help you get out of this darkness. He would tear you apart for hurting his Swara but he would forgive you for hurting him. He always did. For he is the guy who knows the difference between right and wrong. Can flirt with the dark side yet won't leave the hand of light.

He won't be naive, dumb, Mahaan or patronizing. He will just be himself. He will be Sanskaar.

Reached out for him Ragini!

Too late! The firm voice of dark dominant Ragini rang out. Practical yet not unsympathetic.

Too late it is. Ragini sobbed for the girl she could have been. She should have been. Too late.

Saskaar felt the sobs racking the body of the girl he was holding and felt so sorry for his old friend. He knew there is no way out for him from the private hell he chose for himself. But maybe he could drag the girl out of the hell that is consuming her.

"I am so sorry Ragini!" he gently patted her head. "I am so sorry. Wish there is something; anything that I could do for you!"

Ragini's head shot up.

He is sorry for her? And wants to help her.

She looked at him in wonder.

There is immeasurable pain in his eyes, unfathomable agony in his soul; the shredded pieces of his broken heart must be ripping him apart from inside. Yet there is this strength of titan in that aura around him.

A broken soul himself yet he is feeling sorry for her; the one who had always hurt him the worse ways possible.

Who are you Sanskaar?

He gently caressed his thumb across her lips. She parted them slightly and stared at those beautiful deep eyes of her man. He slowly inched his head towards her and said in that deep voice of his.

"If you want me stop; tell me now!"

"I don't want you to stop. I would never want you to stop" She breathed softly.

As if that was the cue he was waiting for he captured her lips in his.

Gentle; almost hesitatingly. Very delicately he nuzzled her lips and she parted them at his invitation.

He gently brushed the tip of his tongue across those delicate insides of her lips. Then caressed them again with his own lips.

Slowly, languidly with torturous sweetness.

She had enough.

She bunched her fists on his t-shirt and pulled him closer.

Time for niceties is over. She wanted more of him; she wanted everything of him. And she wanted it now.

She pressed her entire body; her entire being on his own and owned his lips. Almost hurting him deliciously with saccharine sweetness of her own. He growled softly and responded with all the pent up passion that he was capable of. He angled his head slightly and deepened the kiss; grabbing those luxurious tresses of hers in almost painful hold.

She snaked her hand over his shoulders and grasped his short silky hair and pulled him further close.

He kissed her as if he would forge his entire being on her soul. And she responded with equal fervor. They kissed as if they would cease to exist without doing so. They kissed as if it is the only and the most beautiful thing in the world for them right now.

And they kissed as if they are revering each other. Claiming each other. And being that one soul and two bodies that they were always meant to be.

And when the broke off the kiss after an eternity and a day; she stared at him with passion filled eyes. He gave her gentlest possible smile and said..

"Swara!"

Swara woke up with a start.

She looked around the room in panic. No one was around. She was all alone in that room.

She looked at that couch where a life time back He used to sleep. It looked so cold and empty.

Dream! She has been dreaming.

She pressed both her palms against her face.

It has all been a dream.

She looked around again.

The room felt so cold. So unforgivingly desolate. Without Him!

She clutched her hair painfully.

And she never felt so lonely in her entire life.

How she miss him!

How is she going to live without him?

But why should she live without him!
Swara reflected.

Hasn't she been stupid enough to hurt him time and again. And pushed him so far away from her. Why should she continue with this sheer idiocy and madness?

Living everyday without his eyes looking at her lovingly, without that childlike smile aimed at her; without his words; with HIM.. that's not living. That's called dying. Bit by bit. Everyday.

And she had enough!

She wants to live now. And her life starts with him.

She squared her shoulders.

And that life starts right now.

She glanced at the clock. 2'o'clock. If she went to his room; the guest room; at this hour a scandal would erupt in the Maheshwari house. Already the house is under turmoil and she had been through this once before. But she is past caring now.

All she wants is her husband; her best friend; her soul mate; Her Sanskaar. And she wants him back in her life. Right NOW!

She will take whatever the world throws at her tomorrow.

But right now.. She wants to be with her Sanskaar.

Let the world wait!

Swara pushed the guest room door open softly.

Sanskaar was sleeping on the bed; clutching a cushion with childlike innocence almost near the edge of the bed.

The entire bed looked tussled. As if he has been tossing and turning the whole night restlessly.

She felt tears welling up her eyes.

How could she hurt something SO precious? How could she not SEE!

She slowly walked towards him and sat on her knees on the floor next to Sanskaar. She placed her arm on the bed and rested her chin on it and gazed at him. Almost afraid to blink. What if he disappears!

She gently held his little finger with her own. Almost involuntarily in his sleep he tightened his hold on her little finger.

Swara felt the crushing burden in her heart lighten. She is with him now. And he is here. For her; That's enough.

Sanskaar opened her eyes. Sunlight was slowly creeping inside through the windows. He crinkled his eyes and then opened them wide.

Swara!

That beautiful face of hers was just inches away from his own. Sleeping peacefully.

He blinked.

He must be dreaming. He stared at her. And then slowly at his hand. Her little finger holding onto his own tightly as if she is afraid to let go.

He looked at that precious face of his Swara again.

This is no dream. She is here.

Swara is here. In his room. Sitting on the cold, hard floor, holding on to his little finger all the night.

And then he felt a violent burst of happiness in his heart. There are lot many questions he wanted to ask. Many accusations he would want to make. Lot of justifications and confessions... but at that moment... he didn't care about anything else.

Almost involuntarily Swara tightened her hold on his finger in her sleep.

Sanskaar felt a blissful smile spreading on his face.

He probably should wake her up before the entire world wakes up and he has to take on it.

But at that moment all he wanted to do is look at his Swara. And keep looking.

Let the world wait!

Peele Patto Ka Masuam Ja Chuka Hai

Zameen Mein Har Taraf Rang Hi Rang Hain

Shokh Aur Dilkash Ujale Aasmaan Mein

Safed Badlon Ki Tukdiyan Tair Rahi Hain

Vadiyon Mein Hari Ghas Ki Kaleen Bheech Gaye Hai

Yehin Sab Kuch Tha Jab Hum Tum Mile The

Wohin Sab Kuch Hai Lekin Tum Nahi Ho

Swara hugged herself and placed her chin over her arms. She was sitting by the sea side surrounded by sounds and streaming humans. Yet all she could hear is silence. May be lonely heart does that you. Make you feel so alone even when you are in crowd.

Jab Geet Hawaon Ne Gaaye

Tum Yaad Aaye

Jab Khushbu Ke Badal Chaaye

Tum Yaad Aaye

Jab Subahon Ne Rang Chalkaiye

Tum Yaad Aaye

Jab Meheke Shamo Ke Saayen

Tum Yaad Aaye

Tum Yaad Aaye

She misses him. God! She misses him so bad that it is almost a physical pain. She shut her eyes close to block out the thoughts. Yet they were relentless. All she could see is .. Him! Every moment. He seeped into her entire being that she can't figure out when she ended and he started in her core.

Jab Koi Sunehara Din Aaya

Jab Mausam Jhooma Gehraya

Jab Rut Ne Li Ek Angdai

Jab Dhoop Mein Narmi Si Aaye

Jab Rang Naye Kaliyon Ko Mile

Jab Dali Dali Phool Khile

Jab Phoon Pe Bhwarein Mandrayien

Tum Yaad Aaye

Jab Geet Hawaon Ne Gaaye

Tum Yaad Aaye

Absence makes your heart go fonder. But no one told her it would hurt this much. Shredding you from inside out. Ripping you apart. And his absence in her life is breaking her heart into so many pieces that it would take a life time for her to gather the broken pieces.

Jab Koi Suhani Raat Aai

Jab Sapno Ki Baarat Aai

Jab Amber Mein Raatein Damke

Jab Aangan Mein Jugnu Chamke

Jab Hui Ghaneri Khamoshi

Jab Chaaye Halki Behoshi

Jab Raat Ne Tan Maan Peghlaye

Tum Yaad Aaye.

If someone asks her when she misses him.. she would say.. When she wakes up and doesn't see him smiling at her and when she embraces the night bringing his dreams in her wake.. and then every moment in between that day and the night.

Jab Geet Hawaon Ne Gaaye

Tum Yaad Aaye

Jab Subahon Ne Rang Chalkaiye

Tum Yaad Aaye

Jab Meheke Shamo Ke Saayen

Tum Yaad Aaye

Tum Yaad Aaye

Tum Yaad Aaye

Tum Yaad Aaye.

"I miss you Sanskaar!" She whispered softly.

"I miss you too Swara!" A deep rich voice voiced from behind.

She whirled around.

And there he was. Looking devastatingly real.

She blinked. She missed him so bad that she probably conjured him from her being.

Yet he is looking so real. So himself. So Sanskaar!

Maybe she should touch him to make sure that she didn't dream him up.

Swara slowly got up and walked towards him.

All the while he was giving her his gentlest possible smile; his deep eyes exhibiting some profound fathomless emotions. For her.

Swara reached him and gently touched his face. Her fingers caressing his day old stubble rasping under her touch.

Sanskaar smiled.

Swara caught her breath.

He is real. He is here. He is with her this moment.

"Sanskaar!" She flung herself in his arms almost knocking him down. Yet he held on. Holding onto her tightly as if he would never let her go. Ever!

"You are here!" She looked at him in wonder almost afraid to blink terrified that may be he will disappear in that split second.

"Of course I am here Swara." Sanskaar gave her a tender smile "Where else would I be if not with you. I belong here. With you. Wherever you are!"

"But it took you 8 days to come to me!" Swara felt tears welling up her eyes.

He gently caressed her face wiping those tears before they were shed. As if he couldn't stand the sight of those tears falling out of his precious being. Swara!

"11520 minutes to be more precise." He replied looking at her with those intense eyes. "But then again I had to make sure that when I meet you next time I won't let you go. Ever again."

"Ragini?" Swara questioned.

"Dealt with Ragini and her drama for now Swara. Will spare you the gory details but my company Karma remains with me. So will my properties. She still holds Bade papa's property papers but I delinked mine with the Maheshwari's. They agreed to shift to my house." Then he smiled at her and corrected himself "Our house leaving that Maheshwari mansion for Ragini to rule."

"But Maheshwari mansion.." Swara protested. "That is your home Sanskaar!'

"Home is where heart is Swara." Sanskaar responded.

"And my heart is with you. Wherever you are; my home is there! So are ready to turn my house into a home?"

Swara gave an exquisite smile.

"Need you ask Husband?"

Sanskaar grinned.

"That's my girl."

And then he gently kissed her forehead.

"I missed you Swara!" He echoed her feelings in his voice.

"Not as much as I missed you Sanskaar." Swara countered.

"Well!" Sanskaar gave a heartbreakingly beautiful smile "I missed you a moment more. And that moment lasted an eternity."

Note: This story is continuation of OS: Love me for a reason...

and the song is.. Tum yaad aayein by Alka Yagnik. Lyrics: Javed Akhtar.

Smile an everlasting smile
A smile can bring you near to me
Don't ever let me find you gone
'Cause that would bring a tear to me

This world has lost it's glory
Let's start a brand new story
Now my love, right now
There'll be no other time
And I can show you how, my love

Talk in everlasting words
And dedicate them all to me
And I will give you all my life
I'm here if you should call to me

You think that I don't even mean
A single word I say
It's only words, and words are all I have
To take your heart away

You think that I don't even mean
A single word I say
It's only words, and words are all I have
To take your heart away
It's only words, and words are all I have
To take your heart away
It's only words, and words are all I have
To take your heart away..

I know you don't believe a single word I say Sanskaar. But then again I never exactly gave you a reason to believe these words anyways.

Yet I say them ..

Will say them again..

Will keep saying them.. Because.. It took me this long to say them. And now that I said them.. I can't stop saying them over and over again.

Hoping that maybe you would believe them.

It would take a moment.

Or a lifetime..

But I hope if I keep saying these words.. You would one day say them back to me.

There was a time you kept saying these words and I cruelly refused to listen. Now I now how it feels. And I don't want to feel this anymore..

For I am not as strong as you.

I will keep saying these words in the hope that maybe you would accept them to be true just to shut me up. But I would take that too. Enough for me that you heard! Even if you don't believe them. For I know someday you just might... Believe them!

And keep saying these words today, tomorrow and for a life time.. for it makes me feel so good to finally say them out aloud. My heart has been repeating them over and over again for so long. Yet I couldn't hear them. May be because I didn't want to. These words which says what I started feeling for you.. Scared me!

Yet.. I started loving hearing those words from you.

And now you stopped saying them.

And this scares me no.. terrifies me the most right now.. that you would never say these words to me.

If only I knew how much these words would mean to me... I would have said them aloud.. a long time back.

You say it's too late now.. But I refuse to believe you.. because these words are eternal, immortal and alive.

And I would keep them alive saying them over and over again.. till you say them back to me. Again!

I could wait a life time for this.

But I won't stop saying these words.

I love you Sanskaar. I truly do!

Note: The 'words' song and lyrics is by Boyzone. And these OS is inspired by the beautiful words that Swara said it today.

Swara coming back to MM during Kaveri track.

"May I know what's happening here?"Swara looked around the Maheshwari house in confusion.

Annapurna holding a poocha in her hand, Sujata with a duster, Parineeta holding a broom and her husband Adarsh supporting her with a dust pan.

Laksh in Ramu Kaka's attire and Durga Prasad wearing saddest expressions.

Only Sanskaar looked sagacious wearing his trademark W*F expressions at his nit-wit family.

"Swara! Ah she came!"

The Maheshwari clan looked at her the same way those sinners waiting for deliverance would look at Jesus Christ.

"Oh dear!" Swara shook her head "For someone who claim to be rich, successful and Messiah for the entire community can't you guys do anything right without my help?"

"Oh I can swing like a pendulum!" Annapurna replied.

"I can swing faster than you Jiji!" Sujata vetoed her.

"And I am too focused on which expressions to give that I barely get to do other things" Parineeta replied.

"Ditto here!" Adarsh concurred.

"And whenever I think or do something I usually Eff up. Hence not doing anything as tedious as thinking. Will follow instructions as usual." Laksh replied.

"Hallelujah! Finally Laksh you stopped thinking. well if you ask me.. you weren't a bomb in that department anyways." Swara remarked.

"And bade papa" Swara looked at Durga Prasad "Your love story with Badi man warms my heart but Man! You were the only sane Maheshwari after your nephew. Yet you not only gave away your property to my delusional sister and blackmailer daadi you even did daan of Sanskaar's hard earned moolah too. Yup! Sounds just about as fair as America telling India to clean up her carbon foot print."

"Well don't look at me!" Sanskaar declared "You can't choose your relatives. Or else I would sue the entire genetics theory." He shook his head at his clan. "I am sure I must be adopted!"

"Ah! My husband!" Swara beamed at him.

"Oh no you don't!" Ragini glared at Swara. "I am going to get a jethani for myself. Since I am not getting my haq I will make sure you won't either."

"Oh F*** you haq!" Swara announced hotly "Everybody thinks I am Mahaan for being so forgiving and playing Sis-sis with you. It is actually my eternal gratitude for you for taking your Laksh ji off my hands and paving way for My Sanskaar in my life. I could sing Swaragini in high octaves for rest of my life for this noble sacrifice of yours. But if you channel your machinations at my husband I will bring out my claws, pitch forks, left hook and boxing gloves out. Clear!"

"And you!" She stared at Sanskaar "What happens between you and me; Stays between two of us. Bring a third angle here and I will carve my initials on your unmentionable places and tattoo my face on your forehead. Clear!"

"As long as you are clear that you have to beg, plead, grovel and seduce your way back in my life!" Sanskaar declared.

"Deal!" Swara accepted "I will do that and then some more. But I guess we have to wait for Ranveer and Deepika first. Cv's call!"

"Ah! I love Deepika!" Sanskaar gave a wistful smile then arranged his face in appropriate expressions following a furious glare from Swara.

"Oh the rest of the Maheshwari folks! This is my last mission for you. I will play the rescuer again. However here are few conditions of mine.

Badi maa.. you will take meds for your Bipolar disorder.

Sujata mom.. Your Bangaali bahu and macchi jaap one more time and I will feed you Sushi.

"What is Sushi?" Sujata asked.

"Raw fish" Swara replied.

Sujata looked ready to faint.

"And Pari bhabhi and Adarsh bhaiyya.." Swara looked at them "Well never mind. Keep doing what you are doing. Which is nothing anyways."

and Laksh! Well stay clear out of my way.

And everyone barring my awesome husband of course.. your amnesia, idiocy, hypocrisy and double standards are no longer cute. Try to clean up your acts. Thank you very much.

So this is indeed my last mission for everyone. My other missions would be just for me and my husband.

i.e. starting my love story with Sanskaar.

Making gorgeous babies with our genes. (will try to bypass your's though).

And have our own happily ever after.

So are we Clear!"

The rest of the Maheshwari's yelled in union.

"Clear!"

"Perfect! Let's get Started then!"

When Sanskaar refused to listen to Swara in the MU track.

"Will you listen to me Swara?" Sanskaar almost pleaded.

"And why should I? Did you listen to me when I was trying to talk to you? Heck you didn't allow me to say even a single word. You became judge, jury and executioner of mine. So why should I listen to you?" Swara questioned him.

"That's not fair Swara." Sanskaar responded "I did exactly what you used to do to me. Now please put that thing away" He pointed at her hand.

Swara clutched that thing close.

"So if I act like an idiot will you act like one too? You were the smarter one amongst us Sanskaar. I know I did lot many things wrong, terribly wrong when it came to you and us.. but why could you not give me once chance to redeem myself?" She walked towards him.

"Please Swara don't come near me. And for God sakes.. Just PUT that THING away!" Sanskaar stepped back.

"And yes! This too. I am trying to act all touchy feely with you and you are reacting as if I am a direct threat to your virginity and are running away to protect your virtue. Seriously Sanskaar? I thought you loved me?"

"Of course I love you Swara." He replied automatically still eyeing the thing warily.

"You do?" Swara gave a bright smile.

"Yes I do Swara. Now why don't you put that thing away?" He asked gently.

"Say it again!" She urged him.

"Put that thing away" He repeated.

"Oh not that!" She waved her hand and he stepped back in horror. "Tell me you love me."

"Yes! I love you."

"Again!" Her smile widened.

"I love you Swara. Now could you please please put that thing away?" Sanskaar pleaded one more time. "Or do I have to make an announcement of my love for you in front of whole family?"

"Well you already did that once." Swara replied sagely. "But hey you could make that announcement in your office?"

Office.

Sanskaar remembered his board members and staff.

Man! They would be either scandalized or have a field day at his expense. But the priority right now is the thing in his nutty wife's hand.

"Deal!" He agreed.

"Then may be on Howrah bridge too and then..." Swara went on.

Sanskaar cut in.

"Wait a minute. Shouldn't this be other way around? You are supposed to be the one declaring your undying love for me. And then doing this begging, grovelling and pleading business for me. So why I am doing this for you?"

"Hey! I wanted to do all that but you wouldn't listen to me." Swara replied.

"So you will do this? THIS Swara?" He looked at her accusingly.

"Well you left me with no choice Sanskaar." She replied sorrowfully clutching that thing closer.

"This is blackmail Swara" He pointed the obvious fact.

"Yes! I know. I learnt it from a master." She gave him a significant look.

He took a deep breath.

His wife has lost it. Totally.

"Ok! Fine. Now I am listening to you now. Tell me what you want to say".

Swara's face brightened up.

"First thing: whenever I want to talk to you; you will listen to me without channelling Arnab Goswami."

Sanskaar almost smiled.

"Deal!"

"Second thing: If I want to touch you; you will let me rather than treating me as a plague patient."

Touch me!

He marvelled.

Wow. Swara wants to touch me. She has gone crazy and am I loving it or what?

"Deal!"

"Third thing: (She gave an almost seductive smile) if I want to anything more.. (Stressing on more) you won't go "Swara! Tum mere upar ho!"

Sanskaar almost had a heart seizure.

Swara surely loves him. Only love could make you THIS crazy.

He felt a blissful smile spreading on his face then remembered the thing in her hand. And panicked.

"Deal!

"Perfect!" Swara gave a smile bright enough to light up the entire house.

"Now please! For the last time PUT THAT THING AWAY! You nut" Sanskaar almost yelled.

"Hey that's no way to talk to your rescuer!" Swara protested.

"Rescuer?" He looked confused.

"Well you gave a blood curdling yell looking at this thing" Swara waved the thing at him and he stepped back in horror again "and I came here to rescue you from this."

She paused and then gave an impish smile.

"Who would have thought that the fearless; magnificent Mr. Maheshwari is scared of ... Cockroach!" She waved it again.

"Oh for Godsakes Swara just stop waving that cockroach in front of me and please put it away." Sanskaar looked terrified.

"Alright!" Swara looked at the cockroach in her hand "Thank you little guy you did your job well!" and then she kissed it.

"Eyyooocchhh Swara!" Sanskaar was horrified.

"What?" Swara shrugged her shoulders "This is just plastic."

"Plastic?"Sanskaar looked at her and then at the bug in her hand.

"What? How?"

"Well! I should know. I put it there in your cupboard!" Swara gave a devilish smile.

Comprehension drew in his eyes.

"Swara Sanskaar Maheshwari! This is NOT FAIR!"

"Everything is fair in love and war Mr. Maheshwari. And this is both love and war. Winning your love from you is my personal war!"

Swara blew a kiss at him and walked out of the door.

Random story for SwaSan.

"Sanskaar! My phone's balance is over. I am taking your phone to make a call." Swara yelled at the bathroom.

"Go ahead!" Came the muted reply from her husband.

Swara went near the dressing table and picked his phone lying there.

She dialled her mom but the call got disconnected.

Oho! Swara pursed her lips and went to last call section to redial and suddenly felt cold sensation in the pit of her stomach.

MIA! A girl's name. And right next to her name the call log was showing dozens and dozens of calls. From Sanskaar.

She scrolled down.

Mia.

Mia.

Mia.

Was going on and on.

Swara felt a momentary panic. Sanskaar; HER Sanskaar calling some girl so many times. The strong, silent Sanskaar who never speaks more than necessary with anyone barring her is talking with another girl. So many times a day. And long conversations too.

Then she felt angry. Murderously angry.

"Sanskaar!" She bellowed.

"Woah! What?" He just came out of bathroom wearing vest and pajamas with towel thrown casually over his shoulders.

"Are you alright Swara?" He gave her a concerned look.

"NO! I am not. And neither will you be by the time I am done with you!" She glared at him.

"What did I do now?" He genuinely looked confused.

"HA! Don't gimme that innocent puppy looks of yours.. you.. you!" She struggled for words. "Philanderer!

"Errr! I am WHAT?" He looked gob-smacked.

"Adulterer! Two-timer! Casanova!" Swara was in full flow. She had no idea how adorable she could look when she is angry.

But Sanskaar couldn't miss that. Looking at his beautiful wife and her crazy antics now.. he felt genuine smile creeping up on his face. And a strong urge to take her in his arms. But under her current mood frame she may just sock him. So he maintained safe distance and asked gently.

"Two timer Swara. I barely managed to get on One-timer basis with you. How did I manage to get promoted? And with whom exactly?"

"Don't look so innocent!" Swara snapped "And you should know who are you cheating me with.. you... You.." she struggled again.

"Errr Cheater?" He suggested helpfully.

"YES! That! Cheater is the word." Swara glared at him.

Man! This is getting serious. And my wife is jealous! Wow!

Sanskaar felt quite happy and proud at that moment. Too bad his expressive face showed what he feeling.

Wrong move.

"Great! Go ahead! Smirk all you want Sanskaar Maheshwari. But let me get my hands on the girl; I will.. I will.. Yes. I will pull her hair!" Swara declared.

"I will give her a wig!" Sanskaar replied just to rile her up further.

This is getting better and better. Swara is actually fighting for him; with him. And showing her passionate wild side. For him. Wow again.

Swara hissed.

"Then I will deal with you first. I will carve my initials on that place of yours where men don't like to get hurt!" She gave a devilish smile.

"That would remind you that you belong to ME! Clear! If you so much as look at other girl...

Sanskaar cut in.

"Swara when was the last time I looked at other girl when you are with me?"

Swara paused. And thought. And thought some more.

Never! He never looked at other girl.

In fact as her mom told her once during girl talk .. The way Sanskaar looks at Swara when he thinks no one is watching him; as if he would look at her his whole life and never get bored. She is the only one he could see in whole wide world.

Swara suddenly felt tearful.

"What do you do when I am not with you?"

"But you are always with me." He replied gently and took her palm in his own and placed on his heart "Here! Always!"

"Then who is this Mia?" Swara asked tearfully "If she has any relation with you.. I will kill her."

Ah! Mia!

Sanskaar gave a gentle smile and said simply

"Don't Swara. If anything happens to her.. I will cease to exist."

Swara was stunned into silence.

Sanskaar slowly reached for his phone and dialled that number.

"You wanna talk to her Swara?"

Swara looked at the phone in dread. And then at Sanskaar. Something in his eyes gave her courage to go through this.

The phone started ringing. She could hear the tone.

Then her own phone started ringing. In the room.

She stared at the phone and then at Sanskaar in confusion.

"I am MIA?"

"Yes! My little bewitching wife! You are Mia!" He gently caressed her face.

"But why Mia?" She asked.

"Because Italian is one the most romantic languages in the world. And in Italian .. Mia means Mine.

And you Swara... You are MINE!" He gently cupped her face.

Took me so long to win you that I had to remind myself everyday that you are indeed mine."

Swara felt a tear drop slowly seeping out of her eye. How did she get so lucky! Why did it take her so long? But now that she finally understood the true meaning of love and conquered her man (actually he let her win him) she won't let him go. Ever!

She raised on her tip toes and gently kissed him. Her lips touching his so gently it could be an Angel's whisper. And then he kissed her back.

With passion that only he is capable of.

That only she could match.

At that moment if the world ceased to exist she wouldn't have cared.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred more,
Another thousand, a second hundred or two,
A thousand and still a hundred hundred more.
Then when we have kissed a thousand thousand times
Let the countless number fly away before we pause
Counting, nor let some envious eye devise a plot
Knowing that so many kisses can be kissed

"And you are MINE!" She declared fiercely when they broke the kiss.

"Forever!" He replied in his usual simple way. And she knows he means it.

And then she kissed him again.

Note: That poem is from Catullus to Lesbia