~SwaSan Story ~ A Bound Relation ~ Updated Epilogue - 10/04~ - Page 18

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Hello friends.. Thank you so much for your love and support. I know everyone are disappointed with yesterday's segment. I hope you like this update and it may make you take a break from all negativity. Please share your views and please ignore mistakes.

Chapter 6:

Swara was in the kitchen, preparing for Breakfast, when Shambu scuttled in and grabbed an ice pack from the refrigerator. She stares at him questioningly and asks curiously, "Shambu, what are you doing with the ice pack?". She watches him turn and give her a disappointed look.

Shambu: Ma'am, Sanskaar Sir needs it...he has a headache...He perhaps drank a little too much last night.

Swara drops the knife in her hands in a second. There is a clunk once it hits the cutting board. He drank too much alcohol last night... Instantly she is overcome by worry and concern for him. Wiping her hands on her pallu, Swara extends her hand over to Shambu.

Swara: Shambu, give it to me... I will give it to Mr. Maheshwari...

Shambu gives her a "are-you-insane-that-you-want-to-mess-with-the-lion-when-he- has-a-hangover?" look, which she clearly reads. She continues to stretch out her hand to him.

Swara: Don't worry, Shambu. You finish up with breakfast, I'll look after him.

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Before entering the bedroom, Swara sighs and wears a determined look on her face. She knocks gently and hears a husky, "Come in". She looks back and signals Shambu to open the door for her, who holds a cup of steaming black coffee in his hands. Shambu follows obediently and lets Swara go in first. She enters and her eyes fall on the disheveled state of the king bed, sheets ruffled up, comforter thrown on the floor, pillows all over, and the man resting on it.

On hearing his bedroom door open, Sanskaar raises up lazily and peers over his shoulder through his squinted eyes. Suddenly Sanskaar is completely sobered up on seeing his wife, standing in his room, holding a tray in her hands, containing a glass of water, a small medicine bottle, and an ice pack. He growls inwardly and digs his face back into his pillow.

Swara tries her best to calm her nerves on seeing her husband's half naked state. All he wore were the same trousers from Dinner last night, the black shirt completely gone, and his torso showing. Not letting this, or at least trying to not let this sight affect her so much, Swara averts her eyes the other way to Shambu and says, "Please set the coffee down on the table and then you may go...".

Hearing this, Sanskaar, with a lot of effort, manages to sit up and stare at Swara woozily. Obediently Shambu listens, sets the coffee down by the table, and leaves Sanskaar and Swara alone in the master bedroom. Both stare at each other for a long second, not saying a word,..not moving...not doing anything. Seeing disapproval in Swara's eyes increases Sanskaar's frustration towards her. Who the hell is she to judge him? No one...that's what. She has no right...no right to look at him this way. Yet seeing it there in her eyes and knowing that she is directing it towards him affects him...a lot. Sanskaar runs his hand through his hair and rests his back against the headboard, trying to bare the sharp pain in his head.

Swara mutely watches him rest his head back and breathe silently...his chest moving up and down...glistening from perspiration... Her eyes lower and fall on his well built six pack... She feels her body heat up suddenly and a blush creeps onto her cheeks. Swara quickly turns around, not wanting to show Sanskaar Maheshwari, the strong affect he is causing on her right this moment by seeing him in this state, and places the white long tray down softly onto the glass table. She finally notices it's rather dim in the room and walks on over to the windows. Pulling the curtains back aside, Swara lets in the sunrays, lighting up the dark gloomy room.

Sanskaar squints his eyes as he sees a faint flash of yellow, opening them slowly, he is blinded temporarily from the brightness of the sun. He shields his sensitive eyes with his arm as he growls inwardly...

Swara goes on back towards the table, lifts the ice pack, medicine, and water off from the tray. Slowly facing Sanskaar once again, Swara takes her time to walk over to him. Once she approaches him at the bed, she extends the glass of water and medicine in front of his face.

Sanskaar seeing this, glares at her and scowls to himself as he still sees the same look of disapproval on her face. She shouldn't be giving him an attitude at all... if there is anyone who should be giving an attitude then it should be Sanskaar. He's the one who deserves that right.

Swara: It will help with your hang over.

What he wanted to do was knock the things over in rage, tell her to "get out", yell at her, tell her to quit acting like his wife, but the spinning and fuzziness from his head prevents him from doing so... He needed the medicine and water...badly.

In a hurry Sanskaar roughly takes the items from out of her hands, pops a pill in his mouth, and gulps it down with water. After doing so, he sees her extend an ice pack towards him. He takes it from her, again silently, and presses it against the top of his head. He shudders when the coolness contacts with his skull.

Swara: You have to go to the office early today...there is a morning meeting finalized...with Mr. Riachand...10 o'clock...get ready and come downstairs for breakfast...don't take too long.

Before Sanskaar can say a word to her, Swara leaves after taking the tray with her, and closes the door firmly shut behind her... He glances at his watch and notes that he has less than an hour to get ready and eat Breakfast. Swearing loudly, Sanskaar jumps up from the bed and hastily tries to get ready on time...

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Due to waking up so late, Sanskaar didn't have the chance to eat Breakfast and carried on his day with an empty stomach. Throughout his 10 o'clock meeting his stomach pained from hunger...he was sure that Swara noticed his anxious state from his numerous of glances at his watch (waiting for lunch time), the tapping from his shoe, and faint groans. He saw her give him a knowing look...telling him that she had told him to eat before coming. Sanskaar glared at her which caused her attention to go back to the presentation being presented on the power point.

After a long three hours which felt like an eternity, Sanskaar rushed his way out of his cabin, frantic to eat something- anything! He would go by the Cafe near the office instead of the regular restaurant he went out to for lunch which was ten minutes away. He was dying from starvation and couldn't wait no longer.

As he walks down the hall way, passing by the small cubicles around and employees, he sees the elevator arrive and the doors open wide from across. Making his way over to there, Sanskaar's attention is only on getting into the lift quickly before the doors close, which then he would have to wait for a minute or two for another lift to arrive, until he hears a familiar giggle...a giggle which he hadn't heard for so long... along with a deep male laughter.

Sanskaar halts in his steps and glances around the top floor in search for her. His eyes roam around for a moment or two until they finally find her standing nearby the water fountain, laughing freely without a care in the world.

How long had it been since he last heard Swara laugh like that?...It felt like ages ago... When he really thought about it, he hadn't seen her laugh or smile for awhile... she used to always wear a glamorous smile on her lips everywhere she went... a smile that brought an own smile to one's lips.

Sanskaar watches his wife from a distance in a daze. She is exceptionally cute wearing a dark red sari with matching bangles, no other jewelry worn except for her mangulsutra hanging out from her blouse, vermilion adorning her parting, and her hair kept out. He watches how her lips form into a huge dazzling smile, showing all of her white teeth, how they move as she talks...

It takes him a good few moments to realize that she is accompanied by someone else...the person who was making her laugh care freely...a tall nicely built dashing young man with a friendly twinkle in his eyes. He laughs along with Swara...

In matter of seconds rage over control Sanskaar's senses and cloud in accusations into his mind. What the hell was Swara doing flirting around with men in the office behind his back? How she could even dare to---- of course, like sister like sister...he thinks bitterly to himself. Priya had also flirted around behind his back, did she not? So Sanskaar shouldn't be too surprised to see his wife doing the exact same thing. After all the two are sisters...most be the common thing to do in their family.

Taking a good last look at his laughing wife, Sanskaar strides out of there and takes the stairs, ignoring the open elevators...

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Swara sighs at seeing workers and servants running around in the Mansion, preparing the food and decorations in time for the party being held tonight, in honor of Sanskaar for winning a business deal. Another busy horrifying day...Swara mutters to herself. She quickly begins to chant prayers of not bumping into her nemesis...her sister-in-law. Swara didn't think she can handle any insults from her today after going through a stressful day at work. She was recently in a state of confusion from her friend's sudden change of attitude. It was only two hours ago that her and Neil were chatting and laughing, having a wonderful time, and once she met him an hour later- he completely avoided her like if she were a plague.

Forget it, I'll worry about Neil later. I don't have time to dwell on his change in behavior when there is work to do for the party... Swara runs up the long marble staircase up towards the guest room, her room, to set her things away, help out with the preparations, and then finally get ready herself...

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Sanskaar had arrived home thirty minutes before Swara and decided on taking a cold shower to refresh himself. As he steps out of the glass shower, he grabs his blue towel, wraps it around his waist, and stands before the water basin. He uses his hand to wipe away the fogginess from the mirror...

Sanskaar turns on the faucet from the sink and begins to splash his face with the rushing water. With his eyes closed, he uses his hand to feel around for the soap... finally managing to find it, he rubs it into his face in circular motions... He puts his hands out to gather water into them and wipe his face, but he doesn't feel nor hear any of the water coming out...He creases his eyebrows in confusion and begins to fiddle with the taps, trying to see whether they were on in the first place...

Absolutely exasperated and angry, he swears under his breath. The damn water had to go out now...he grumbles between his teeth...

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"Shambu! ---- Shambu!---Shambu!--- Where is that imbecile?!", she hears a familiar bellowing come from afar. Swara halts in her steps and stops by Sanskaar's room, where she is sure the yelling is coming from.

"Bring some water, dammit! Fast!", she hears him scream in frustration. Swara looks around, seeing whether anyone was listening, and sees Shambu coming slowly up the stairs with a bucket in his hands and a towel draped on his left arm. He waddles over towards Swara.

Swara: Shambu...yeh paani??

Shambu: Ma'am, the water has gone out... I had to quickly fetch Sir water...

"Shambbuuu!!!!!!!", another yelling is heard from across the Mansion, one that both Swara and Shambu recognize as Ragini's voice. "Shambu! Yahan aao! I need your help!

Shambu begins to look hassled. He stares from Sanskaar's bedroom door and then to over at Ragini's further away.

"Shambu! Where are you, you bloody fool! Why the hell do I even pay you when you aren't even around when you are needed?!", they hear Sanskaar yell. Swara shows sympathy towards Shambu as she takes the bucket from his hand along with the towel. She smiles warmly at him.

Swara: Go on, Shambu...I will take care for Mr. Maheshwari--- your Ragini Ma'am needs you the most right now.

Shambu lets out a sigh of relief, returns her smile, and runs off in the direction towards Ragini's continuous cries for his presence. Swara softly opens the huge wooden door and lets herself into Sanskaar Maheshwari's bedroom... She sees the bathroom door open and light come from inside it...She walks on over to it. She would just quickly give him the water without a word...now he couldn't shout at her for that, could he?

On hearing his bathroom door open, Sanskaar says in an even angry tone, "What the hell took you so long?". Swara opens her mouth but no words come out...she is too overwhelmed with the sight before her... Sanskaar Maheshwari in only a towel... Oh God, why are you doing this to me?...she thinks miserably to herself. Maybe I should have left Shambu to handle this after all...

"Never mind that--- just pour me some water", he says. Swara, with shaky hands, takes a cup full of warm water and begins to put it into Sanskaar's folded hands. Relieved, Sanskaar starts to rinse off the soap from his face...

"Hand me the towel...", he demands. Swara, blushing furiously on seeing him turn around, revealing his bare built torso wet with water droplets slowly running down his chest, looks around frantically for the towel. She realizes that she had dropped it as she came in and begins to walk towards it, but stops as she feels a tug on her pallu. Quickly she places a hand onto her shoulder and turns around.

She watches with shock as Sanskaar holds the end of her pallu in his hands, make a slight confused face, shrug his shoulders, and begin to dap his face with it. The color of her blush deepens and Swara finds herself even more speechless than before...her eyes widen as Sanskaar pulls more on her pallu, knocking her over... towards him. She falls straight into his arms, which balance her... a gasp escapes from her mouth. Her heart stops as Sanskaar opens his eyes and stares at her with shock.

Sanskaar continues to gaze at Swara with astonishment, her pallu still in his hand... Swara feels a swoon coming along by being crushed against his wet chest, drenching the front of her blouse, and the strong smell of heavenly soap coming from her husband.

Sanskaar: (croaks) T-t-tum?

Swara:...Ji main---

Embarrassment and fury erupts inside of him and puts him into a shaky state. He makes an attempt to move back away from her and as he does this he says in between stuttering, "What are you doinnngg----aaa...".

He trips from behind by the bucket and falls backwards. Due to his instant reflexes, he holds onto Swara, which startles her and pulls her down with him. They both fall down straight into the tub, Sanskaar underneath and Swara on top of him...

"Ouch!", they both cry at the same time. Sanskaar had hit his head against the tiled wall and rubs it while Swara fell squarely into his chest. Swara, after a good few moments, begins to find a way of getting off of him and a way out of this uncomfortable position...She only slips and falls back down onto him, earning herself a yelp of pain from Sanskaar.

Swara: (sincerely, worriedly) Mr. Maheshwari--- I'm so sorry!

She rests a hand on his chest, where she had fallen on him, and sees Sanskaar's eyes meet with hers at the exact moment. Blushing, she removes her hand and looks down...only to meet his hard chest, which causes her to flush even more and look the other way. Having Swara so near him, touching his bare skin- causing him to burn by her touch-, and her crushing against his chest, creates strong sudden emotions to run through Sanskaar which makes him nervous.

He helps her with getting back to her feet after a lot of struggling and finally stands up from the tub, protectingly holding onto his towel. Swara smiles meekly at him and pushes back a strand of her hair behind her ear, nervously. They both look at each other awkwardly and knew that they both are equally embarrassed with the situation. Regaining himself and forcing a hard tone he speaks in an angrily matter, "What in the hell are you doing in here? I specifically remember asking Shambu to come! Not you! Get out!". He manages to say even though he was still feeling very flustered.

Swara: (hastily) I'm sorry...(her cheeks flaming red)

He watches Swara turn around and dash out of the bathroom in a blink of an eye. He runs his fingers through his damp hair and then rubs the back of his neck. "Stupid girl...", he mutters to himself.

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Thank you,
Shreetha..


PS: I know you all are waiting for Mere Ajnabee. I am sorry. I will try to update it soon.

Shreetha...

Another rocking update and must say thorough joy to read. ..wanted it to carry on longer...

In one word... 'Magical'.. Loved how their relationship growing.. Swara started to fall for him.. She was flat actually after seeing him in that state ☺️ Sanskar getting angry to see swara wid sum1 else.. But m taking it as symptoms of jealousy 😆 I think he would hv threatened Neil.. That's y he avoiding swara 😆 Sanskar falling for swara unknowingly.. 😳 waiting to see swasan love blooming 😳

Shreetha babes it's just awesome.. you made me blush.. what can I say more.. mmmuah..

Shreetha.. 🤗

Hi shreetha