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Hello everyone..
This OS is written as a birthday gift for our friend Mishty (@MishtyShona) by me and Rhea . It is now a belated b'day present due to editing issues..
I hope that you won't mind Mishty. Happy belated b'day to you. And enjoy your late present. I hope you like it.* Hugs and Sanskaari kisses to you*
part 1
This story is set up after the period of Swara's sister truth revelation. Swasan did filed for the divorce with mutual consent . Swara was not in love with Sanskaar and he decided not to pressurize her.
Currently Sanskaar lives in MM and Swara in her own flat away from badi. She took this decision for her own sanity.
For one year they had to live separately to get the divorce with mutual consent.
Sanskaar's POV -
It was a bitter sweet time for Sanskaar. This was the year when he can call her Mrs Sanskaar Maheshwari ...and this was the ONLY one year when he actually has the right to call her as Mrs. Sanskaar
Maheswari. Sanskaar was sitting in his room and was sipping his morning tea. But the tea as usual seemed tasteless. As he was used to drinking that special adrak eliachi wali tea made by special someone. It was her company that made the tea extra special for him.
He gulped down his left over tea without even registering its taste.
As he put down the cup on top of the coffee table. His gaze again flickered down towards the red card lying on the table. And he sighed. It contained an invitation of some sort of party.. in which Sanskaar was least interested in going to. But he has has been forced to go attend the event for meeting some business delegates at the venue. He even cancelled his so called relaxation trip to Rome because of this meeting.
***
For Swara it has was a mixed feeling. She was still confused over what she felt about Sanskaar. She was staying away from Badi to maintain her own sanity and to ponder over few issues . And moreover to stay away for a while from her so called family and their overbearing love and hate for her.
She took a small 2 BHK home in the suburbs of Kolkata. What made this small warm house more special was the fact that it has been chosen by Sanskaar. Swara to pursue her dreams joined a renowned of Kolkata.
All was good now. Her maa-baba were living together happily, she proved herself innocent, she was pursuing her dreams. But still she not happy. Swara Maheshwari could never ever be Swara Bose. Too much "water" had passed under the bridge for that to happen.
But still she should have been content with her life. She finally got that complete family she always yearned for. But it still felt like something is missing or ..someone is missing . Swara stopped herself from thinking any further regarding her best friend cum husband.
This was not first time she was thinking about HIM. Swara didn't know that who was he for her. She has always been confident regarding her stand for things and relationships.
But this relationship was too much complicated for her. He turned from a foe to a amazing friend , from a friend to a betrayer and from a betrayer to husband. But at the end of the day he was her strength, the person who stood by her when nobody was there for her, not even her own keens. And yet again she couldn't not stop thinking about him.
An invitation of masquerade ball was lying lone on Swara's coffee table. The bright red colored card was catching her attention again and again. She has no mood of attending the invitation. But the ball was arranged by the musical academy she works in. And her boss has requested. .err.. literally ordered her to attend her the ball.
Swara started glaring back at that card. But later realized that she can't burn a whole in that card by her deadly stare, even if she can do so . With the most uninterested expressions on her face she went to get ready . For a party where everybody needs to wear a mask. 'How sweet' ,Swara thought 'in this world and in her life everyone had worn mask in front of her which she considered their real face but *sighs* now this mask will hide all her pain and confusion from world and the only thing they can see is her plastic smile.
She chosed a blue color dress from her wardrobe. Thoughts and old memories started swirling in her mind. Blue color reminds her of only one person. The same person about whom she doesn't wants to think about.
With great effort she successfully tried to keep her thoughts and their memories at bay and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The blue off-shoulder gown seemed beautiful on her. But that spark was missing from her face.
Swara didn't made any special efforts for her dressing . She knew that she won't stay and attend the party for long. The party had everything hot chicks, cool dudes, some old couples, drinks ,food and rock music... certain swara Bose would have loved this atmosphere but for Mrs Swara Maheshwari it was just a professional commitment.
Not even ten minutes passed since she arrived in the party. She flashed on her mask and greeted everyone with her fake smile. And now was standing in a dark corner like a wallflower and nursing the coke in her hands. The party hall was packed mostly with youngsters and few oldies. Instead of setting up a dance floor, the middle of the room was open for all for dancing and enjoyment. There was a small drinks corner at right side of the room, where a few people were nursing their drinks and mingling with each other. She had of course attracted attention of few males in the party. Many of them approached her with a dance request. But she politely neglected all of the requests. She was getting extremely bored and tired until her eyes rested on..someone.
The mysterious person had his back towards her and he was busy in talking with few old businessmen. Swara didn't had any clue that why her gaze rested on only that particular person in the whole crowd.
***
Its has been 15 minutes since his companions had left him all alone in the middle and now he was standing alone just like her lost in his own little sad world. Yeah sad world . He was an exception in her theory of masks because the mask he wore was not able to hide his pain.
Swara could feel the pain and related emotions coming from the stranger's direction and she couldn't stop her feet and which were moving towards him unknowingly . In a flash she was standing in front of him. He was confusedly and somewhat irritatingly looking at her with his eyes ; those eyes...Those deep intense eyes were very familiar.. She had closely seen and carefully studied those eyes in her wildest dreams where she was with HIM. His almond shaped black orbs, she could identify it anywhere.
Realizing her train of thoughts , Swara mentally kicked herself . 'He is not here , he just can't be here...' She thought.
There was almost darkness in the party area with small flashes of colorful light randomly thrown by the DJ lightnings. Swara noted that the mask which Mr. Handsome wore was the exact same color as her dress. 'Wow now you also kept his name, great going Swara' she berated herself. Stranger's face was hidden behind the deep blue mask . That blue mask was reminding her of someone
Funnily the deep blue color mask which rested on stranger's face was of exact same color as Swara's gown and exact same color as the decorations of their previous room.
"Yes" he replied in a deep baritone. His voice was hardly audible in between the loud rock music. But it was enough to snap Swara back to her senses.
"I was just wondering that if you are alone.. can I stand here so umm... I can decline those unwanted dance requests", She immediately shouted her reply over the loud music.. without even giving a second thought to what she was actually requesting to the stranger.
She mentally smacked and berated herself 'Way to go Swara, Are you crazy. Do you want some stranger to protect you from unwanted guests. What happened to Sherni Swara?? '
She saw him hesitating at first. But he composed himself and gave her a most disinterested reply "okay"..
Swara stood on the right side of the stranger. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet. And turned to face him. Mr. Handsome's face and sole attention was fixed on the big white colored mobile phone in his hand. He was lazily scrolling through his phone. And within a minute she observed that his cool and casual body language got changed . He looked at his phone's screen with so many deep emotions. Mobile's light which flashed on his eyes helped Swara to see emotions of love, longing and utmost care swirling in his black orbs. There was also a sheen of mist in her eyes..
"Who is he looking at with so much love and devotion??"
It all lasted a minute or so when his eyes and attention was transfixed on his mobile's screen and hers attention was on him.. She observed that as soon as these emotions came in his deep expressive eyes , they soon went away and his eyes returned back to the same blank and hard look. He protectively clutched his phone and put back his it into the side pocket of his trousers.
Swara the curious cat she was couldn't hold herself back from blurting these words, " you love her right??" .
Surprisingly he replied back with a immediate "yes".. He added after pausing for a moment, " Its so obvious isn't it?. So obvious to everyone on this planet but her". Pain and longing was evident in his tone.
Swara tried to divert the flow of dangerous topic. And replied " Hi. I am Shona".
A shocked and amused look came into his eyes and he replied back after a few moments of silence. "SK" he said..
'SK' she registered her name in his mind.' who the hell keeps his name as SK' she thought.
"SK is not name its only initials", she stated her quarry . "Ya so...?" , he replied with a 'stay in your limits' tone but before she can snap on him, she felt an unfamiliar touch on her shoulder which roused her from his muse. She jerked suddenly and immediately moved back. It took two seconds for her to register that the person who touched her shoulder was her irritating colleague, Sahil.
Sahil was pursuing her since the day she joined the academy and they met for the first time. Swara rejected his numerous proposal and date offers and told him many times that his any interest in her wasn't welcome. But all this was in vain. Sahil was continuously pursuing her for a dance throughout the party. He clearly seemed heavily drunk..
Swara moved backwards for making some more distance between her and Sahil . And she unknowingly bumped into Sanskaar.
Sanskar looked at her with some unreadable expressions and then glared at that jahil or was is sahil...he looks back at swara and to his shock he wanted to save her and more than saving he felt he can not see her in someone Else's arms and ...Stranger that's all what she was for him but familiarity was the only emotion he he was feeling for her.
and in the next moment his hand was around her waist protectively. His touch was sending shivers down Swara's body but it was also soothing for her heart at same time.
"Shall we dance.?" he asks in his gentle voice. "I would love to", she replied and with that accepted his offered hand.
Sahil for all the fool was he, was smart enough to know when to back off. By seeing Sanskaar's angry glare on him , he almost sprinted from that spot.
Swara laughed with a mirth at Sahil's reaction.
Sanskaar's reaction was transfixed on the beautiful stranger girl he has met just 10 minutes ago in this boring party. This level of protective instinct only and only aroused for a single person, his wife Swara. The girl standing in front of him claiming to be Shona was affecting him in the same way in which Swara affected him. Her eyes, her smile, all resembled of that of Swara. Even her touch sent felt like his Swara' touch. But it couldn't be possible, could it be? Swara couldn't come into such party alone. She must be at her own home. He brushed his thoughts aside. And looked at the pretty girl standing in front of her, still chuckling with mirth at Sahil's exit.
Sanskaar offered her his hand in an old gentlemanly fashion. She again chuckled and graciously accepted it. Sanskaar guided her away to the middle of the hall where all the youngsters were dancing.
This OS is written as a birthday gift for our friend Mishty (@MishtyShona) by me and Rhea . It is now a belated b'day present due to editing issues..
I hope that you won't mind Mishty. Happy belated b'day to you. And enjoy your late present. I hope you like it.* Hugs and Sanskaari kisses to you*
part 1
This story is set up after the period of Swara's sister truth revelation. Swasan did filed for the divorce with mutual consent . Swara was not in love with Sanskaar and he decided not to pressurize her.
Currently Sanskaar lives in MM and Swara in her own flat away from badi. She took this decision for her own sanity.
For one year they had to live separately to get the divorce with mutual consent.
Sanskaar's POV -
I can't imagine life
Without you by my side
The power of your love
Is all I need tonight
Without you by my side
The power of your love
Is all I need tonight
It was a bitter sweet time for Sanskaar. This was the year when he can call her Mrs Sanskaar Maheshwari ...and this was the ONLY one year when he actually has the right to call her as Mrs. Sanskaar
Maheswari. Sanskaar was sitting in his room and was sipping his morning tea. But the tea as usual seemed tasteless. As he was used to drinking that special adrak eliachi wali tea made by special someone. It was her company that made the tea extra special for him.
He gulped down his left over tea without even registering its taste.
As he put down the cup on top of the coffee table. His gaze again flickered down towards the red card lying on the table. And he sighed. It contained an invitation of some sort of party.. in which Sanskaar was least interested in going to. But he has has been forced to go attend the event for meeting some business delegates at the venue. He even cancelled his so called relaxation trip to Rome because of this meeting.
***
I know there have been times
That I have caused you pain
I'd turn them all around
If I could start again
That I have caused you pain
I'd turn them all around
If I could start again
For Swara it has was a mixed feeling. She was still confused over what she felt about Sanskaar. She was staying away from Badi to maintain her own sanity and to ponder over few issues . And moreover to stay away for a while from her so called family and their overbearing love and hate for her.
She took a small 2 BHK home in the suburbs of Kolkata. What made this small warm house more special was the fact that it has been chosen by Sanskaar. Swara to pursue her dreams joined a renowned of Kolkata.
All was good now. Her maa-baba were living together happily, she proved herself innocent, she was pursuing her dreams. But still she not happy. Swara Maheshwari could never ever be Swara Bose. Too much "water" had passed under the bridge for that to happen.
But still she should have been content with her life. She finally got that complete family she always yearned for. But it still felt like something is missing or ..someone is missing . Swara stopped herself from thinking any further regarding her best friend cum husband.
This was not first time she was thinking about HIM. Swara didn't know that who was he for her. She has always been confident regarding her stand for things and relationships.
But this relationship was too much complicated for her. He turned from a foe to a amazing friend , from a friend to a betrayer and from a betrayer to husband. But at the end of the day he was her strength, the person who stood by her when nobody was there for her, not even her own keens. And yet again she couldn't not stop thinking about him.
An invitation of masquerade ball was lying lone on Swara's coffee table. The bright red colored card was catching her attention again and again. She has no mood of attending the invitation. But the ball was arranged by the musical academy she works in. And her boss has requested. .err.. literally ordered her to attend her the ball.
Swara started glaring back at that card. But later realized that she can't burn a whole in that card by her deadly stare, even if she can do so . With the most uninterested expressions on her face she went to get ready . For a party where everybody needs to wear a mask. 'How sweet' ,Swara thought 'in this world and in her life everyone had worn mask in front of her which she considered their real face but *sighs* now this mask will hide all her pain and confusion from world and the only thing they can see is her plastic smile.
She chosed a blue color dress from her wardrobe. Thoughts and old memories started swirling in her mind. Blue color reminds her of only one person. The same person about whom she doesn't wants to think about.
With great effort she successfully tried to keep her thoughts and their memories at bay and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The blue off-shoulder gown seemed beautiful on her. But that spark was missing from her face.
Swara didn't made any special efforts for her dressing . She knew that she won't stay and attend the party for long. The party had everything hot chicks, cool dudes, some old couples, drinks ,food and rock music... certain swara Bose would have loved this atmosphere but for Mrs Swara Maheshwari it was just a professional commitment.
Not even ten minutes passed since she arrived in the party. She flashed on her mask and greeted everyone with her fake smile. And now was standing in a dark corner like a wallflower and nursing the coke in her hands. The party hall was packed mostly with youngsters and few oldies. Instead of setting up a dance floor, the middle of the room was open for all for dancing and enjoyment. There was a small drinks corner at right side of the room, where a few people were nursing their drinks and mingling with each other. She had of course attracted attention of few males in the party. Many of them approached her with a dance request. But she politely neglected all of the requests. She was getting extremely bored and tired until her eyes rested on..someone.
The mysterious person had his back towards her and he was busy in talking with few old businessmen. Swara didn't had any clue that why her gaze rested on only that particular person in the whole crowd.
***
Its has been 15 minutes since his companions had left him all alone in the middle and now he was standing alone just like her lost in his own little sad world. Yeah sad world . He was an exception in her theory of masks because the mask he wore was not able to hide his pain.
Swara could feel the pain and related emotions coming from the stranger's direction and she couldn't stop her feet and which were moving towards him unknowingly . In a flash she was standing in front of him. He was confusedly and somewhat irritatingly looking at her with his eyes ; those eyes...Those deep intense eyes were very familiar.. She had closely seen and carefully studied those eyes in her wildest dreams where she was with HIM. His almond shaped black orbs, she could identify it anywhere.
Realizing her train of thoughts , Swara mentally kicked herself . 'He is not here , he just can't be here...' She thought.
There was almost darkness in the party area with small flashes of colorful light randomly thrown by the DJ lightnings. Swara noted that the mask which Mr. Handsome wore was the exact same color as her dress. 'Wow now you also kept his name, great going Swara' she berated herself. Stranger's face was hidden behind the deep blue mask . That blue mask was reminding her of someone
Funnily the deep blue color mask which rested on stranger's face was of exact same color as Swara's gown and exact same color as the decorations of their previous room.
"Yes" he replied in a deep baritone. His voice was hardly audible in between the loud rock music. But it was enough to snap Swara back to her senses.
"I was just wondering that if you are alone.. can I stand here so umm... I can decline those unwanted dance requests", She immediately shouted her reply over the loud music.. without even giving a second thought to what she was actually requesting to the stranger.
She mentally smacked and berated herself 'Way to go Swara, Are you crazy. Do you want some stranger to protect you from unwanted guests. What happened to Sherni Swara?? '
She saw him hesitating at first. But he composed himself and gave her a most disinterested reply "okay"..
Swara stood on the right side of the stranger. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet. And turned to face him. Mr. Handsome's face and sole attention was fixed on the big white colored mobile phone in his hand. He was lazily scrolling through his phone. And within a minute she observed that his cool and casual body language got changed . He looked at his phone's screen with so many deep emotions. Mobile's light which flashed on his eyes helped Swara to see emotions of love, longing and utmost care swirling in his black orbs. There was also a sheen of mist in her eyes..
"Who is he looking at with so much love and devotion??"
It all lasted a minute or so when his eyes and attention was transfixed on his mobile's screen and hers attention was on him.. She observed that as soon as these emotions came in his deep expressive eyes , they soon went away and his eyes returned back to the same blank and hard look. He protectively clutched his phone and put back his it into the side pocket of his trousers.
Swara the curious cat she was couldn't hold herself back from blurting these words, " you love her right??" .
Surprisingly he replied back with a immediate "yes".. He added after pausing for a moment, " Its so obvious isn't it?. So obvious to everyone on this planet but her". Pain and longing was evident in his tone.
Swara tried to divert the flow of dangerous topic. And replied " Hi. I am Shona".
A shocked and amused look came into his eyes and he replied back after a few moments of silence. "SK" he said..
'SK' she registered her name in his mind.' who the hell keeps his name as SK' she thought.
"SK is not name its only initials", she stated her quarry . "Ya so...?" , he replied with a 'stay in your limits' tone but before she can snap on him, she felt an unfamiliar touch on her shoulder which roused her from his muse. She jerked suddenly and immediately moved back. It took two seconds for her to register that the person who touched her shoulder was her irritating colleague, Sahil.
Sahil was pursuing her since the day she joined the academy and they met for the first time. Swara rejected his numerous proposal and date offers and told him many times that his any interest in her wasn't welcome. But all this was in vain. Sahil was continuously pursuing her for a dance throughout the party. He clearly seemed heavily drunk..
Swara moved backwards for making some more distance between her and Sahil . And she unknowingly bumped into Sanskaar.
Sanskar looked at her with some unreadable expressions and then glared at that jahil or was is sahil...he looks back at swara and to his shock he wanted to save her and more than saving he felt he can not see her in someone Else's arms and ...Stranger that's all what she was for him but familiarity was the only emotion he he was feeling for her.
and in the next moment his hand was around her waist protectively. His touch was sending shivers down Swara's body but it was also soothing for her heart at same time.
"Shall we dance.?" he asks in his gentle voice. "I would love to", she replied and with that accepted his offered hand.
Sahil for all the fool was he, was smart enough to know when to back off. By seeing Sanskaar's angry glare on him , he almost sprinted from that spot.
Swara laughed with a mirth at Sahil's reaction.
Sanskaar's reaction was transfixed on the beautiful stranger girl he has met just 10 minutes ago in this boring party. This level of protective instinct only and only aroused for a single person, his wife Swara. The girl standing in front of him claiming to be Shona was affecting him in the same way in which Swara affected him. Her eyes, her smile, all resembled of that of Swara. Even her touch sent felt like his Swara' touch. But it couldn't be possible, could it be? Swara couldn't come into such party alone. She must be at her own home. He brushed his thoughts aside. And looked at the pretty girl standing in front of her, still chuckling with mirth at Sahil's exit.
Sanskaar offered her his hand in an old gentlemanly fashion. She again chuckled and graciously accepted it. Sanskaar guided her away to the middle of the hall where all the youngsters were dancing.
You hold me in your eyes
In your own special way
I wonder how you know
The things I never say
to be continued...đł
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