WILD - A Dark Swasan Story [DISCONTINUED]

Swara Bose- 25 years, successful, independent bold Beauty. A wild cat. Obsessed with herself. Loves herself. Hate traitors n back stabbers. Owner of her self built business empire. An orphan. She is into drugs, alcohol, smoke n sex.

Sanskaar Maheshwari- 27 years , successful, independent most eligible bachelor of the town. A Daredevil. An angel In disguise of a Devil, for the Ogress. Has a family.

Sanskaar's Family-

Sujata Maheshwari- His mother, kind sweet lady.

Ram Maheshwari- His father, lovely caring father.

Uttara Maheshwari- His sister, sweet caring and loving.

Part -1

~ Wild Cat ~

Rude arrogant ruthless, yet heavenly beautiful. Here i introduce Swara Bose. Her white, milky feet glued on the wodden flooring. Next to the huge glass window. Moonlight kissed this beautiful creation of the skies dressed up in a night garment limiting above her knees and as dark as the night sky. Her bed is messed up. The black comforter is misplaced as the dark princess gave it a chance to explore herself. The luckiest from any other man in this world is the comforter. It has rested over the Wild Lady more than any man. It lay on the mattress waiting for his lady who is just now surrounded by grey smoke. For a change something a tone lighter than black in her room - "Grey". The soothing smoke is the beautiful creation of the cigarette whose one end is burning red a perfect explaination for her heart n body now. They were burning under the venomous lust for a Daredevil - Sanskaar.

She let a laugh out along with the smoke lightening her heart which was buring under the her desires for him n her laughter was for her past. She is egar to see where this one goes. Will it be for forever or will it go down in flames.

Flash Back-

Year 2012-

The year had been assumpted to be the end of the world. Alas, it wasn't the end of the world but a relationship was set on fire.

Rajat, her boyfriend or her first ever sleeping partner's hand were tied up. Surrounded by a shallow circle of fire all he could do was to plead the Ogress to leave him.

Rajat- Swara I appollogise. I am sorry. I won't even look at another girl. Pls.

Sw(low dangerous tone)- ahan! Nice I like it. I like it.

Her hand streched to capture a green sweet juicy apple. Leaving a mark of her blood red lip color on the sweet fruit she made it poisonous.

She moved closer and then soon entered the burning circle.

Sw (dangerously and husky tone)- Baby...

Rajat shivered at her closeness. His eyes showed his horror. It pleased her heart the most.

Sw- Baby.. pls respond Na...

Rajat- Ha..Haan... Sss.. say it Sw.. swara...

Her Devilish grin widened.

Sw- Baby I want to turn this green apple red. (Moving closer she moved her fingers on his jawline) don't u want to know how.

Rajat shivered more. His hands had turned blue.

Her smile vanished at his silence.

Sw (gritting her teeth)- Say it Na baby.

Rajat - (taking deep breaths)- y.. yes ... B. .. baby.

Sw(smiles again) - good. Let me show you.

She kept the apple on his head. Moved close to his lips, captured his lower lip n streched it using her teeth. It turned red as lip color left it's trace on it. She bite his lip wildly.

He closed his eyes. He moaned in pain. Pleaded her once again.

Rajat- Baby... Pls I am sorry..

Sw( caressing his chest)- no.. baby now u r free I will send u to ur love .. Kavita ..h Na.

Rajat - S.. sorry swara. Please... Plsss...

He shouted louder as she moved out picked up her favourite toy. The gun.

Sw (Devilish grin)- baby don't worry it's just a revolver. It does no harm.

Rajat- sorry.. sorry .. sorry swara pls... Aaah...

He shouted in fear as she shot the first bullet.

Sw - aww.. shit Peter (her butler) did u see.

Peter- yes ma'am.

Sw- Rajat see Na.. I missed it bullet hit the apple n not u. Isn't it sad Peter.

Peter- yes ma'am. Shall I help u.

Sw- (pleasing smile) - that's so sweet of you Peter.

Peter moved to Rajat n placed another apple on his head.

Rajat (almost crying)- Swara... I am sorry...

But she wasn't the one to consider the pleas of any traitor n backstabber. She continued to kill apples. Moving close, far, Changing her directions. Doing all the experiments she never usually do, untill the poor guy fainted in fear.

He was then thrown out on the road next to her farm house. Perhaps Lucky to be alive.

Flashback ends------

Sw- aahh.. first love. First break up. First night. Beautiful experiences must say or may be dangerous.

She exhaled once again and the room got smoky again. Rajat was this smoke for her. It flew away soon.

A/N - guys r u all not liking the story, is it too bold to tolerate or read then tell me I shall stop it.

Part - 4

~ Heart Afire ~

Same night, his room.

One hand in his pocket and other holding a graphite wooden tool dancing over his white Canvas, handsomely dressed in blue tracks and white shirt, is none other than our devil. Once rude, Stone hearted, merciless Alas he is now smitten by his own love for the Ogress. The beautiful intimacy of graphite with the canvas broke as he tried to add something unusual on her face, an audacity of adding a genuine smile on her face. He took a deep breath. Gazed at the portrait for long. His gaze then went down on his feet, his already red eyes turned more red in rage. His stone like grip broke the delicate graphite tool. Blood ozed out of his Pam as the broken graphite revenged it's death. He threw the nasty intruder harshly.

He added some alcohol to glass, slowly sipping it he tried to sooth the pain caused by the broken pieces of his heart that stabbed him. He was as dangerous as a wounded lion. He covered his chocolate orbs with his lashes trying to dissolve his pain. He was hurt seeing her with someone else, unknown of the fact that mist of the winters have began to vanish.

He lit a cigarette and sat on his window exhaling suffocating smoke. The Ogress was a poisonous smoke she was killing him. Beginning from lust, now he was buring in his love for her. This brutall accident dates 2 months back. In a business party his eyes captured this bold Beauty dressed in shades of black and grey. His lustful gaze never caught her attention. She left the event without knowing his existence. He waited for her at various events. He observed her perhaps read her like a magazine. Her emotions her smile, all were masked up, all were fake. He felt pity on her. He wondered where wereher true emotions. How beautiful will a real smile feel on her face. One night he actually tried sketching her face. It felt incomplete without a smile. When he tried adding it, it was a failure. This was the time when he crossed the fine line between lust and love. He didn't just desired to sleep with her but he wishes to see the rising sun every day with her.

Past that n8 he wanted to know her more. He tried finding out but beyond a point it was dark and perhaps empty.Her past was absent, it was lost like an old spell. Perhaps deep buried within her, perhaps things weren't what they seemed to be. She was a jigsaw puzzle with lost pieces for him.

Her thoughts were deep rooted in his mind. Consciously, subconsciously, willingly, unwillingly, in all sweet n sour moments she was stuck in his mind. His nights, now were passing sketching her portraits with a genuine smile. Can't say if he could ever see her real emotions. Her being always masked up in fake emotions kills him deep within.

He anguished his cigarette. He moved to the window of the Room feeling the cool breeze. Gazing at his portrait. Wishing to meet real Swara someday. His trance broke with a knock on his door. His shifted his gaze to the door. There stood his PA. He nodded and she entered in, she stood confused where she have to take her place on the couch or on the bed.

He moved close to her, she gulped in nervousness. He walked past her and she knew it. Recent months this devil no more uses her body but leaves her perplexed with his statement - " Smile, a genuine one I want", she nodded and rested herself on the couch as he ordered her while pointing at the couch. He kept gazing at her coldly untill she began to smile. Ofcourse a genuine one isnt possible suddenly, yet this was all he can have for a reference.

He moved to the canvas n began sketching again, again , again, once, twice , thrice n uncountable times yet the required perfection wasn't achieved. This failure or another failure triggered his anger once again. He killed another pencil. The girl immediately left.

She walked out of the house on the lonely road missing the Devil n his touch. She knew his is gone long back. She slid her hand in her back lighting a cigarette. An effort to let his effect move out of her body with the smoke.

His heart is at fire. It Burns under the heat of his love, the gap between them adds fuel to this fire. He rubbed his blood on the canvas painting a background for her sketch. The little oozing blood wasn't sufficient he gulped a sip of alcohol from his glass remaining he splashed on the canvas. He broke the glass and deepened his cut. Drop by drop he collected it. He slowly inserted a hairy tool in his poisonous and dangerously red liquid.

He lifted his hand and began paining an incomplete painting with his blood and alcohol.

Part -7

~ Stay Away~

The next evening-

Perhaps taking the complement he gave too seriously this evening her knee length night dress wasn't black but strawberry pink. She held blush wine in one hand n the other held a magazine. Her eyes showed her anger.

The interior of her mansion was changed; from grey-back curtains to pink n white. Coffee furnitures to beage. The dim lights replaced with the more luminous tubes. Even though this sudden light wasn't easy for her to adjust she yet have changed them. Perhaps this is how love kills the Devil.

Sw- Juliet (her maid)

Juliette - yes madam.

Sw- I asked that replace my Balck roses with the red ones. Is it done?

J- yes Ma'am just a few left. Tommorow it will be done.

She nodded her head mixing the blush wine in a circular fashion in her glass. Her eyes drilling holes on the floor this time. Some where she was perplexed, weather she liked the change or she wasn't enjoying it.

What was the strange feeling, somewhere she took his complement too seriously. Pink suits her more than black.

Think of the Devil and devil appears. The call Bell rang and as Juliet pulled the door she found Sanskaar there.

J- good evening sir. May...

Sa- (cuts) Good evening beautiful. Sanskaar here. Can I have the pleasure to meet Miss Bose.

Before Juliet could react she heard the tigress roar.

Sw- let him enter.

Juliet shifted aside giving him space to enter.

He held the hands of the maiden n pecked them. She was shocked.

Sa- Juliet u have beautiful hands dear.

He winked and walked in. Swara rested her head on the couch . Seeing him enter she threw the glass utensil on his face.

Somehow Sanskaar manged to girp it. He could see rage dripping from her, but truely this girl made his temper hit high as well. He broke the upper part of the glass n moved to her. She narrowed her eyes as he strod towards her, she - The virago.

She lit a cigarette n filled her lungs with the grey smoke. She exhaled a cloud out when crossing the mist he held her ankle that rested on the glass table. Her red eyes glared him with pure Rage at his abrupt act.

He without paying heed to it pulled her ankle n the next moment her body was crushed under his weight. The both lye over the couch before things got more embarrassing Juliet left.

Swara Inhaled the smoke once again and released it on his face.

Sa- (turning his face the other side)- what the HELL. What is this Swara.

He caught her hand n extinguised the cigarette in the ash try forcefully.

Sw- Don't u dare force me to do anything. No body dose.

Sa- I can. And I am daring u beware because I am the Daredevil.

He rolled the broken sharp glass on her face.

Swara laughed a bitter laughter.

Sw- Mr. Maheshwari I am no s**t and this is no bawdy house it is my place my den n u r not allowed here so go away.

Sa- y .. shona y should I.

Sw- don't call me that.

Sa- y don't u love me. I did not force u last night okay.

Sw- Get LOST. I hate u . I hate it when u come close.

Sa- DON'T name Ur fears as ur HATE.

Swara held his hand n turned the sharp edge glass n rested the motion when the killing tool rested on the crook of his neck.

Sw- I am the lioness baby n this is my den. I am afraid of nothing.

Sanskaar grabbed her hand tight enough to make her wince in pain, loosening her grip on the broken glass as he threw it away shattering it into small pieces.

Sa- swara accept it u r afraid of me. U r afraid of love. U r afraid that this light of love could be venomous for the Devil in u. Hein Na swara.. say Na I am r8 Na.

Yes he was r8 indeed. But she couldn't handle this bitter truth. She had been surrounded by haterate and darkness for years. But now this sudden emergence of love and sweetness was killing her.

Sw- No Sanskaar I hate u. U just go away.

Sa(he shifted close) - no I am not. Because u love me and I know that.

Sw- no I don't.

Sa- yes u do.

Sw- NOoo...

Sa- (gritting his teeth) swara then tell me y u have changed black to pink. Y my compliments matter so much to u say it Na.

Swara lost this battle her heart won over her head. And she spilled all her secrets deep within her heart to him. Her secrets that had caged a sweet, innocent swara within her. Her dark past in whose mist she had lost herself.

Sw- (watery eyes) sanskaar yes okay I love u. I love u more than anyone else in this world but just listen to me. .

Sa- Say it swara.

It pained his heart when he saw them watery may be for the first time in so many years they had some sort of moisture.

Sw- I am born Misfortunate sanskaar. I am not fit to be loved. I have caused miseries to my loved ones. I am a criminal, I have killed 2 people. Stay away from me.

Sa- What ?

Sw- yes sanskaar I am not worthy of love but just haterate. Just haterate. I cause misfortune to all my loved ones. U just go away I won't be able to bear another loss. I won't be able to bear another crime.

He lifted himself from her. He could see deep fears in the black orbs of her eyes.

She wrapped her arms around her own self. Sanskaar tried to come close when she pushed him.

Sw- Stay Away sanskaar I will cause u misfortune. I am bad dirty and criminal.

Sanskaar was beyond shocked. He wanted to know the secrets. The wanted to extract the venom in her.

Sa- calm down ,calm down swara. Just listen to me.

He cupped her face, wipped her tears.

Sa- what are u saying just tell me, batao mujhe what had happened, who says this that u r a criminal. U r not h Na. Tell me swara.

He called Juliet with a glass of water. He made her drink. She manged to somehow speak and narrate her past to him.

Flashback

Year 2006

A 15 year old swara had already lost her mother at the time of birth. She stayed with her father, step mother and Younger sister Ragini.

Her grandmother and step mother never left a chance to taunt her and lable her as forlorn and Misfortunate.

Among all the miseries Ragini and her dad were her happiness. Ragini wasn't her real sister yet their love for eachother was more than that of real sisters. All the secrets shared, mischieves were done together.

But the December of this year was actually cold for Swara. The family was on a road trip to Shimla. When the car skid on a slippery road. Ragini covered swara. And in an effort to save her Ragini died. This broke swara. After her death she had been taunted, bad mouthed and beaten by her mother and grandmother. This time her father wasn't there for the rescue perhaps he too believe she and her misfortune killed her mother and Ragini.

A young Swara was thrown out of the house on the cold December roads to wander till death. She had endless tears in her eyes. Emmense pain in her heart. With her broken spirit she sat shivering on a Bench. Alone. She feared darkness. She was afraid of dark. She was shivering. Alas, no one to wrap a hand around. Alas, no to ask what happened. Hungry and thirsty she shivered , loosing conscious. Her lips turned blue in cold and darkness surrounded her eyes. She fell unconscious.

Her small eyes flickered as she found herself in the warm embrace of an elderly lady. Shobha Bose, her creator and mentor. She asked swara her name when she slowly whispered "Swara..."

Shobha took away all her grif she made swara feel special. She gave her a new life. A new name Bose. Gadodia family was her black past and Shobha kaki her lovely present.

Year 2010 -

Life again twisted. Shobha Kaki died and before death embrace her she asked swara to be independent and bold. She made her believe that one day an angel will come to her for sure. Alas, these next 5 years swara could only meet demons. The servants tried to molest her. The young tender 20 years old swara escaped everything. But the passing time bearing the harshness of this world turned her into the Ogress. This harsh world turned her dark black and stiff.

She became a stone hearted demon. The she Devil in her overtook all her senses. The heartbreaking betrayal drowned her in alcohol, chocked her with drugs. Or perhaps she wanted to kill herself as soon as possible. Perhaps this drugs, alcohol and smoke were slower and painfully enjoyable ways to slowly kill herself. ...

Flashback ends------

Swara agin spoke up. Her eyes big and widdened like a maniac. Her body shivering at the memories of the past. She spoke like a lunatic does.

Sw- Sanskaar.. u u. Go away Sanskaar. Or my Misfortune will kill u. Stay away from me (shifted back) I .. I am a criminal.

Sa- (moist eyes)- no.. no... Swara u r not a criminal swara. Listen to me once.

But she moved back untill she grabbed a vase n hit sanskaar with it. It injured his head, it began to bleed. He moaned in pain.

Sa- Ahh...

The blood made her lunacy go wild.

She closed her mouth.

Sw- Sanskaar..

She held his head.

Sanskaar held her hand Gentilly.

Sa- (softly) swara .. shona listen to me.

Sw- (jerking him) - No Sanskaar stay away I am a criminal. I am misfortune. Didn't u see i hurt u. See I am bad. U go away. I killed my mom and sister.

She showed her hand to him. She pushed him. Asked him to go away and continued to scream , she is Misfortunate. She is a criminal. Untill she drained all her energy, fainted and fell on the floor.

Me first😃. What a wild prologue😳. Bold attempt of urs 👏.Waiting for the updates.

Love u loads

Nivi