Swasan FF : Zephyr vs Tempest ( Chapter 30; P-71) - Page 47

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Originally posted by: sandhiya_1195

Dyuti😃

Beautifully written!! The corridor was so intense😳

Sorry for late reply...

For Swara and Sanskar, this vacation was precious. It has been long since they spent their days so carefree and chilled. They had got allotment of their new apartments, where they were supposed to move on the next month. Secretly Sanskar was a bit disappointed, but he couldn't expect her to stay inside the same apartment, at least not when they were not married. At least they got the both quarters on the same floor... He thanked his stars... And soon he intended to alter the housing status with some other status... Till then SSR would make sure to have a bundle of excuses ready, on the pretext of being a concerned and friendly neighbour.

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Vikash was looking in front of the LED screen monitor of his laptop without any blinks. He couldn't believe his eyes. This email had one website link that could mean a lot for the Black wolves. He was about to move out of the room with the laptop, when he bumped with someone.

The entrant gave a quizzical look, "What happened Vikash? Watch your steps,man! You could've dropped that thing." The person did not aimed at concealing that sheer chagrin.

"Just look at this and you'll know why I was running." he clicked the link and showed , "Argus sent this mail probably few hours before. He sent this video someone uploaded few days back."

" Swara bose... in DC, that too Water Welkins... Don't tell me ... on 25th December!" the person exclaimed, "Is that Sanskar?The fake one? I don't believe this!"

"YES. THAT'S THEM!" Vikash was overjoyed, "Let's show the rest of the folks. Chief is going to be very happy. By the way, what did make you come here this early?"

"Coming to the point, I came here to ask that any further information you get about our ex-prisoners should be kept solely between us."

"Do you know what you're asking for?" Vikash was puzzled , not to say he found this idea absolutely ridiculous.

"You want them to get caught again?" The person before him posed a query, watching him to nod, that person continued with ascertainment, "Then believe me, none can do it better than me. Because unlike others I've a solid plan and. I don't intend to fail this time."

"FINE. Tell me all about it."Vikash lend his hand for a shake.

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"This was meant to be a vacation, and you're making this more hectic, Bhai!" Swara made faces as Sargam sent few more outfits to be billed, "And Mom, at least you control him. This is I guess 50th piece of clothes you got for me, if I add the ones you got me in DC. You two are just wasting your hard earned money!"

"Just keep your mouth shut, Shona. I know you had to leave all of your belongings behind. I'm seriously fed up with your boring shrugs. My pretty kiddo deserves clothes that match her standard. Ah just look at this one Sis, I think this will be perfect for our outing tonight. What do you say Sanskar?Won't she look gorgeous?" he picked a purple outfit while Swara ignored him royally.

"She always looks gorgeous. No matter what she wears..." He mumbled "In fact, purple looks great on her. But she looks the best in any shade of blue, especially cerulean..."

"Wow, you really have a keen eye... I must say..." Sargam glance at him with suspicion, he didn't miss the dazed look in his eyes, that faint smile, " I guess you observed her really close."

Sanskar flustered and berated himself for being so callous. He tried to change the topic, "You know my job... But really how can you spend so much time in shopping? See even your sister is fed up..."

And their bickering started again. Shomi with a feigned annoyance shared, how Swara was such a nagging "shopophobic" to the core, whereas Sargam and Shomi were the shameless ones who kept her " reputation of having enough fashion sense" intact. This earned Shomi a scowl from her daughter and cackles from the young men.

"Ugh, I hate you!" Swara stomped her feet and stormed out of the store. She huffed and pouted," Just look at them, all are mocking me... And see they don't care whether I'm angry or not... Not even that stupid Sanskar!" Her flickered hazel orbs imbibed Boston downtown around her, buzzing with life, and all her childish anger vanished. Earlier she hadn't noticed how colourful this part of the city was; Faneuil Hall marketplace, or a festival market as they termed. The avenue was lined by numerous mobile food carts and grocery vendors,while few birchbox trees adorned the middle of the street, currently impoverished and stripped of its golden yellow treasures, for ice king had collected his annual toll as usual. The oldest Faneuil Hall and other three structures were made of brick and granite, heavily influenced by Roman architecture , boring emblems of the rich historical background starting from 18th century and modern urban planning to cope up with the demands of new era. On one side of the avenue, there was a circular plaza where a crowd had formed surrounding it, giggles and whispers travelled around the air, with familiar kind of tunes... Swara squinted her eyes to get a better view, as curiosity got the better of her

"Want to find out?" someone whispered near ear, and she jumped.

She turned her fuming face to the other side,"Sanskar! Just go away. You scared me... You were too laughing at me... Traitor! You should have sided with me... You are my... I mean my friend cum mission partner... not theirs!"

"Ohho! Toh mere Nymph ko gussa aa gaya." Sanskar was laughing more, but stopped watching her fuming face, " Arre yaar , aab Nymph se dragon queen mat bano please!" She scoffed , when he pulled her cheek lovingly , "Leave it. See the crowd? You got lucky. Some street performance is going on over there. Let's move."

"What about Ma and Bhai?" She stopped him as he was about to drag her.

Sanskar smirked, his voice had a glint of conspiracy, his lips muttered in a raspy tone near her ear, his breath fanned her stray locks of hair, " Let your shopaholic family go bankrupt today... We can laugh at them later to our heart's content. What say, partner?"Saying this he tugged her hand, and they ran... Even grumpy Ice king couldn't but warm up to this magical couple ... Snow White and her prince charming... Their jet black and brunette strands played in the chilly breeze, soft rays of golden globe kissed and blessed them, and they were smiling... so happy... so content... so complete...

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Nakshatra, the chief of Black Wolves, was delved into array of thoughts at the moment. He gave up his hope of sleeping after a prolonged period of twisting and turning on his bed. Despite being in his early fifties he appeared couple of years younger than his actual age. His bronze sculpted feature had old fissures and scars, having no place for tenderness. His deep brown eyes were deeply set with straight furrowed brows...his nose was crooked like the beak of a bird... his hairline still wasn't too far from the forehead with occasional hints of silver here and there. He was the brain of the pack, but not a brawn anymore. Still he was tough enough to send a couple of overzealous lads to hell. Speaking of lads, Nakshatra had one delinquent lad keeping him restless for over a week or two. His own flesh and blood, Laksh, whose recent convo with Ragini had snatched his meager amount of catnap he used to get over the years.

Chief was always a man with rock solid persona, but series of events since he had been shot filled him with unease. His reins were slipping with each passing moment, since that wretched couple had tricked to sneak in their life. His team failed to implicate his impeccably contrived plan, lost their men, lose their perfect shelter and most importantly lost their unyielding confidence, trust and harmony they used to have once. To add insult to the injury , his own son was under the radar of suspicion . And what he overheard that day, he was aghast, horrified and worried about Laksh.

However brazen his armour was, Nakshatra too had his Achilles' heel, his one and only son. Appearance wise Laksh had gone after Mohini, his mother rather than his father. But both father and son's had uncanny similarities in case of personality. If not brain, law of genetics succeeded to show their imprints on their heart. The man with iron mask with a wistful humor discerned, womenfolk had always been the undoing of them.

More than two decades before, Nakshatra had embraced the darkness forever to snatch the young concubine Mohini from the red light area of Mumbai... He never had regrets while Mohini was alive , for he had loved and had been loved with equally ferocious intensity.But all changed after her sudden death, a sense overwhelming hatred and jealousy consumed his soul. Happiness and laughter used to burn him like acid... He started to grab most heinous contracts, showed more cruelty to those who were content in their life... Whenever he destroyed a happy family, a sadistic pleasure, a weird kind peace engulfed him, the nights that followed were the ones when he could sleep well. His only place of compassion was his son Mohit, Laksh's previous name before he joined Black wolves.

Now his son was walking on the same rocky road, and his way was covered with flaming hot coal. For the girl he loved was already betrothed and Swara Bose was deeply in love with her beau . Laksh would never be loved in return but like father he was ready to do anything for his centre of attraction, who was currently on the top of Black wolves' hit list. And till his desire not getting fulfilled he wouldn't find himself as a Black wolf again.

And thus Chief Nakshatra made a decision, they had to kidnap that girl as early as possible . Keeping that girl alive would be catastrophic, but anything for his son. He would make sure to bring Swara as lone prisoner. According to Ragini, that imposter fiance was her strength, shield and the mastermind behind the escape. Without him in the picture, Laksh would have the girl all for himself. He would find his happiness, if not love.

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Inside the circular plaza over Boston downtown a group consisting half dozen street dancers had managed to keep the audience mesmerized with their performance . Fast paced rock music was being played from a stereo ... Three male dancers, dressed in similar black silk shirts were burning the street with their fiery moves accompanied by their female partners in black and red knee length dresses.

Swara was tapping her feet, grinning ear to ear as she watched the dancers pumping their legs, lifting knees, bending and rocking their hips in a six beat pattern.

"Sanskar, this dance.. seems ... AMAZING! It's so cheerful and fast!" her face was radiating with joy and open admiration, as the dancers hopped all around the circle on the rhythm of rock music.

"This is modern jive... one type of fusion dance. You'll find traditional jive as well as tango, salsa and some other Latin dance steps." Sanskar's eyes got fixed on the gleaming flecks of her eyes, " Oh, they are not that fast actually. Last year Kiara dragged us to a show. God that was something... I was afraid that their legs might come out from their hip bone any moment." He chuckled as she giggled hearing his description. God, he loved her smile!

The song changed as it was over and soon the female dancers retreated to join the crowd. A guy performed a smooth leg slide on his across the circle ... dragged a blonde haired girl from the audience to dance making her laugh... next guy spun around the circle before taking a redhead, stunning her... Swara burst out into laughter...suddenly she felt a tug on her hand...

Third dancer, a young man with tanned skin, curly black hair and turquoise green eye landed near Swara's feet after a knee slide and held her palm, his other arm was raised in the air forming a straight line.

"No.. not me... I can't dance..." She shaked her head vehemently and squealed when that guy dragged her with a sudden force in the middle of the circle...

"Hey, just enjoy the dance. I'm here to lead ,darling" He smiled in a friendly way,and winked. He twirled her with his left hand, leave her, and again held her with his right one, "Just shake your booty and do the ramp walk at the same time. One leg before the other, and keep changing the leg..." He was telling the steps to follow and in no time she was enjoying. Though some grumpy, green - eyed soul among the audience wasn't having the same amount of thrill as her.

She was twirled, she kicked her knees the sideways matching her dance partner Nat. They trotted around, she walked away, he followed her dancing and making funny faces... they swirled... all three pairs formed circle, the girls were twirled clockwise, anti-clockwise and then passed to the left... changing the pairs...

Suddenly the song changed to a soft and romantic rock number. Swara was twirled and let go again, only to find herself landing on Sanskar's chest. Her eyes was bewildered with shock. Her long flying brunette tendrils hit his face like whip, blocking his vision, filling his nostrils with the flowery fragrance of her shampoo. She caressed those rebel tresses afar with her trembling hand... and shied away...while he grappled her wrist... kissed her palm...and smirked at her... like a mysterious enigma... A devilish glint sparkled in his eyes that spelled danger sign in red letters...

Red light spells danger
Can't hold out much longer
'Cos red light means warning
Can't hold out I'm burning

Her face earned the shades of twilight while darkness had been slowly soaking the blues above the earth. He wrapped her waist in a possessive manner . His deep caramel eyes were darkened in a shade molten dark chocolate, almost nearing to new moon obscurity, set on hers without any blinking.. He whispered, "Didn't I tell you, your every dance is mine? This time you deserve a punishment,Nymph." Saying this he hauled her on their way to the centrum.

No, no, no
You took my heart and turned me on
And now the danger sign is on
Never thought the day would come
When I would feel alone without ya

He fingered her slender arm around his broad muscular back ...Such as there were hardly any distance between them. she was trapped like a little frightened bird... Resting his face near her nape they rotated, he couched her head down , took numerous 360 degrees turns around the floor... Their free hands were now intertwined, arms together forming various angles along the horizontal plane while they rotated...

An' now I'm like a child again
Calling out his mama's name
You got me on a ball and chain
Doin' things that I don't wanta.

"Sanskar, sab dekh rahe hain."She mumbled in almost inaudible voice, His predatory look pierced deep into her soul, "Let them see. I don't care anymore."

He let her swerve , he made her swirl , he twirled her like a yoyo, set her free to calm his erratical heartbeat for a while.. only to bring her back... her tantalising aroma was now a part of his every blood drops... his lungs had performed that noble deed to tag that jasmine fragrance along with oxygen. Whereas Sanskar's musky cologne filled up her senses, to lose them at the end...

I can't stop running to you
Feel love coming through you
Girl with you beside me
Hold on, heaven guide me.

They were no more bound by any inhibition..The world around them faded... All they could hear were lyrics ands the beats... of the song and of the hearts they belong...

Red light spells danger
Can't hold out much longer
'Cos red light means warning
Can't hold out I'm burning.

Together they glided, floated around the floor...she squealed when he had left her hand after an incomplete swirl towards him , he laughed when her back hit his chest,after she had stumbled...

I had my fun, I played around
Without a love to tie me down
I always used to kiss and run
I never wanted love to catch me.

"Now... time to serve your sentence, Nymph," his lips brushed near her ears... in a fraction of second his one arm caged her back and other bolder one crept wrapping around her thigh... A lone thin barrier of black sheer leggings was coming in the way of skin kissing the skin like a strict guardian... her free leg crossed over the caged one..as if it wanted to hide that shameless act.. Her feet was not touching the earth anymore... Thus he spun her around, soaring high... touching the paradise..

I thought I had a heart of stone
But now I'm in the danger zone
I can feel the heat is on
Soon the flames are gonna catch me.

Her head felt so light even after he let her down... She couldn't get why... Was it because she was being purled for so long? Or was it because her world was revolving with her, revolving her? If yes, then she was certain, there was really something called global warming effect... And that could kill her...

I can't stop running to you
Feel love coming through you
Girl with you beside me
Hold on, heaven guide me.

This evening Sanskar was hell bent on proving his grandpa wrong about his naming ability in his case. His audacious fingers went up stroking her sides from knees to shoulders... his both hands turned her to right and left... He cradled her in a bridal manner and the next moment her both legs were thrown on his shoulder...her thighs locked by him... her brunette silky tresses were in his fist... and she hugged his shoulder like her last lifeline... their world still was moving in a circular motion... everything else was in a blur...

Red light spells danger
Can't hold out much longer
'Cos red light means warning
Can't hold out I'm burning

The music slowly faded, he was lowering her... He lowered his face... Now her upper back was placed above his left knee ... her feet still in the air, faced the sky... Their enchanted orbs bore into other's ones... their faces had little space to let air pass between them... together they were like a beautiful statue of eternal lovers...

Nat, the jokey street dancer remarked in jest beside them, "What are you waiting for? Kiss your gal, man!"Even a blind person could have sensed the scorching heat and crackling chemistry between these two at this moment, and here Nat had two big keen eyes.

As if he were seriously considering that suggestion, Sanskar lifted his right brow upwards, tilting his head. His lips touched her ear and murmured in his rasp and seductive tone,"Should I?"

Her creamy smooth skin imbued tinges of red, shining like ruby under the city lights. Her tongue was tied as usual... He could hear her heart pumping in a rhythm of the fastest ever jive... He smirked in the manner of a wicked seducer and placed a wet kiss on her nook of the nape, just behind her ear and retreated... leaving her seated on the cold asphalt yet her body smouldering from his touch...

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First night... denotes the end of an eventful year and along comes a mystery box with present, hopes for the future... a promising future of 1 year, 12 months, 365 days, 8760 hours , 525600 minutes, 3153600 seconds...

All the cities around the globe had their own ways of bidding farewell to the old and greeting the new though countdowns,confetti, lights and cheers. Boston, a city rich in history and culture was not far behind. Boston urbanites can boast for many possessions: their highly livable 23 neighbourhoods with excellent philanthropy, booming commerce, educational institutions like Harvard, MIT , Cambridge, cityscapes with magnificent skyscrapers, Charles river, Boston harbour, Emerald Necklace of parks and list goes on. Still one feather was there worth to be mentioned, their vivacious new year celebration...

First Night in Boston had a number of activities for all kind of people. There were People's Procession parade down Boylston Street, live musical performances, and spectacular ice sculptures by renowned artists. Dramatic fireworks show was another tradition that had been the main attraction of Boston First night over the years. Formerly Boston harbor along Charles river had been the venue, but since 2016 Copley Square and Boston Common took the place instead.

SSR was all set to carry out the final mission of this year. Ayaz and Kiara, his faithful allies, as per plan had landed in the morning and started their works.

"Azi darling, I think we should go for the parade and that ice sculptures exhibition. Then a nice dinner and opera, what do you think..." Kiara suggested while taking a bite from her pancake.

"Last time I had to bear opera for you, Kiki!"Ayaz protested, while his wife rolled her eyes, "This is my turn. We're going for desi celebration, that's it.."

Then he suggested for a concert by a group Indian artists. The show had well reputed classical dancers and singers. Sharmistha and Sargam casted their votes without any hesitation... After all they had missed their roots for so long...

But Swara changed her decision on the very moment she had heard about the fireworks from Sanskar, apparently she was fond of lights and blasts. But Sargam had been bored with London fireworks... That was it... First and major roadblock was cleared out...

After the sunset, everyone else left for the concert. Swara was nervous like anything... "Remember the date and place, Nymph. 31st December... Saturday... Boston... You're running away with me... to run together again.." These lines kept playing on her mind since afternoon...

Was it a date or no date?

Never in her she was so bothered and confused about what to wear... All the clothes she got yesterday were scattered over her bed...Suddenly she recalled his words, " She looks best in any shade of blue.." She smiled. Now she knew what to wear...

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Sanskar was leaning against the black limousine he had rented for tonight... He was as nervous as a teenager today... Poor rear view mirror had to face him fixing his deep navy blue blazer, straightening his white t-shirt, running his hand through his locks for the umpteenth time. He was getting impatient. Couldn't she join him a bit earlier?

Okay, fine! She was not so late. He had sent his messenger only ten minutes before... But still...

And here she was... She had a card in her hand... A little girl of eight or nine offered her a bouquet of blue dendrobium orchids, gardenias and white roses and pointed a finger towards Sanskar. She kissed the kid and smiled at her... Next moment their eyes locked... and he forgot to breathe...

She had a long sleeved midnight blue knitted cocktail dress reaching upto few inches above her knees. The sleeves and neckline about the bust was of made of lacy fabrics, giving the sneak peeks of her glowing skin. Sheer nylon hosiery had covered her lower limbs up to mid thigh, pair of black faux leather ankle booties hugged her feet... her brunette long tresses were left open with few curls at the end. A thin white bracelet and a pair of diamond studs... her hazel eyes were lined by kohl, enticing him more... Her ever long lashes were more longer with a coat of mascara, blinking like an innocent witch... She had dusty rose lip gloss over her lips... A Nymph of 21st century...

Who reached near the other first, no one could tell... He held her hand and kissed the palm, "Shall we go?"

He was about to lead her to the car when she whispered , "Flowers, card, limousine.. God! It's a date."

He chuckled hearing her bewildered voice, "Don't tire your pretty brain too much,Nymph. You'll find out everything in a while."

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The drive to Boston Common was full of silence. Suddenly they were too much aware of each other's presence.Moreover, the glassy isolation between the chauffeur and them had added to their woe. It's not like they had tried to talk,but soon they lost their voice and lost themselves into each other's eyes.

The spell broke at last by Chauffeur' s voice near the venue. Sanskar recalled something, he grabbed a gift box and held it before her, "This is the first time I got something for you. In fact this is the first time I bought an outfit for a girl. I hope someday I can see you wearing this. Will you wear it?"

"Dress ? You got for me?If it was from Bhai, he would have got serious verbal thrashing from me..." She had a serene smile, rays of deep-seated hope glinted in her eyes. "But you are excused, Mr Rathore... I'm kind enough to forgive the first mistake. Can I open it?"

"Ji nehi madam, you can open it during our ride back to the hotel." He took it back from her hand and escorted her out of the car.

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Next few hours flew away like a dream... They explored grounds, monuments and fountains, bustling streets, the public park of Boston Common , a part of Emeralds Necklace. They took countless picture, some really funny ones in front of the huge ice sculptures placed on the side of the streets adorned with fairy lights...They enjoyed performances of pro level figure skating soloists and teams on Frog pond ice skating rink, then they had dinner in a multi cuisine restaurant ... They laughed... they bickered... they chattered... Swara and Sanskar were blissfully marooned amidst crowd, cheers and lights...

It was almost midnight... Only half an hour to go till the final countdown... Every soul near the downtown area had swarmed inside the ground at the edge of Frog pond,sitting at the heart of Boston Common. Strings of illuminations ornamenting the trees reflected on the crystal clear surface of the water body... It appeared as if numerous stars had come down on the earth...

"Sanskar, some were telling the Copley Square Fireworks has more grandeur than this place." She hazel eyes were fixed over the water, as she asked, "I mean I love it here, it's dreamy... But what made you choose this venue?"

Sanskar eyes were fixed elsewhere. He was too intent to find the light gleaming on her hazel orbs, "The answer is simple. I can't take a Nymph to place without water around, can I?" He replied, his voice was tender, and low... As if he were afraid to hurt her ears...She smiled...

"You know I've been fallen in love with this name... Nymph , thanks to you." She was facing her, trying to read him.

After few minutes, he took her hands in his. "Nymph, I've been meaning to tell something really important... I hope after telling this, your attitude towards me will not change into worse... if not better..." His voice trembled, as he started to convey his feelings...

"You're scaring me, Sanskar. What are you trying to say?"

Sanskar lowered his eyes for a moment and smiled in rather nervous way...Taking a deep breath he started, " Nymph, our beginning was not an ideal one. I met you for the sake of a mission and you were compelled to stay with me. I never intended you to land among those people, let alone staying there for one long month . But destiny led us to stick together, through thick and thin. I was meant to be your shield... Instead you turned into my guardian angel... We were meant to be mission partner, instead we became friends. Now, I feel the word 'friendship' is not enough to define what we have between us anymore..."

"Sanskar, I..." Swara was too overwhelmed to know what to say. But a phone call saved her from the ordeal.

After attending the call Sanskar informed, "Nymph, I'll be back in five minutes..." He assured noticing her frowns, "Don't worry. Your Ayaz bro and Bhabi is just few feet behind you. I'll never leave you alone."

She smiled in content, "I know Sanskar. You'll never leave me. I trust you at least this much."

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" Sanskar, where were you? Few minutes more and you would have missed the countdown!" Swara pouted, seeming too irritated from his sudden absence."What kept you so long?"

"I am sorry, Swara." he lowered his eyes in guilt, " I'm really very sorry."

"Ah, forget it. Tum kuch keh rahe the ... jaane se pehle..." She smiled, forgetting her annoyance she had a moment before. " You want to tell me..."

"Mere ek baat maanogi ? Do I have this right over you? " His voice had earnest plea, thickened with emotion...

"You always had, Sanskar."She stepped forward, and touched his cheek while he closed his eyes tightly...

" Go back to your family." He pronounced in a deadpan voice. "Leave this job, Swara. This life is not for you..."

"Sanskar, I hope this is not what you wanted to say.." She stumbled back, shaked her head vehemently, "You're joking, right?"

His eyes were fixed to the ground, "No, I'm not joking. You should go with Aunty and Sargam. They need you. They deserve to live in peace."

"What about you, Sanskar? Am I that worthless to you? Don't you need me anymore?" her voice was shaking... her eyes were glistening with tears.. She never expected those words from him...

Sanskar couldn't stand those eyes... teared his gaze away, " You are precious to me, you know that... But family always comes before friend..."

"Friend?" She whispered, "So we are just friends?LIAR!"

Her body was burning in an unsurmountable rage. She clutched his collar, shaking him while he was standing like a statue, " So all that you did were for a friend? This outing, limousine ride, flowers and gifts- they were for telling this? Do you expect it to believe me? Just tell me what's wrong with you?"

"They were meant to be for your farewell, Nymph!"he shouted in equal frustration.

"Farewell? Okay... Then what about those moments we had?" She looked straight into his eyes, her voice reeked of desperation, " Those moments in corridors... those touches... those words of possessiveness and passion...What did they mean, Sanskar? We kissed, damn it!"

Sanskar stilled his heart, for his next words were something that would break them both into pieces, " You are an extremely gorgeous girl, Nymph... Like everyone else I was attracted to you... Those moments were nothing but few moments of passion, I didn't mean anything else, Swara."

And it did break her...

" Don't call me Nymph, Mr Rathore. It's not for you anymore..." she left him, for all that coursing through her veins were feelings of rejection and humiliation.

"I'm sorry... I truly am..."

"No, I'm sorry. Main tumko thikse pehechan nehi paya. I thought you're someone daunting, fearless, trustworthy ... But you Mr SSR, are the biggest coward I've ever seen." her voice was bitter with contempt.

The crowd around them suddenly burst into cheers... It was the time for final countdown...

10...9...8...7...6...

"Can I tell you something? Never claim exclusive right on someone if you can't let her to have the same right on you... Dard hota hai..." her eyes had failed by now, tears had crossed the boundary and were flowing freely down her face...

5...4...3..2..1...HAPPY NEW YEAR...

There were hollers, whistles and cheers on the earth... on the sky there were fireworks... Red... Green... Blue... Yellow... Crackling noises and flairs of lights bursted high up in the air...

In an ardent passion Sanskar took her in his arms, and buried her face into his chest,
"Please Nymph... Try to understand... I'll miss you. But we both will get used to this someday. After all, life goes on. Please don't get me wrong... "

His heart was burning and mocking him...No... He'll never be the same without her... He'll never get used to her absence... never...

She removed his holds from her at once. She picked her phone and made a call,"Bhai, please book one extra flight ticket for me. I'm flying to Edmonton with you."

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If her face was not deeply concealed into Sanskar's tight embrace, Swara could have heard the whistles around her... Or she could have seen the letters formed by the blazing fireworks in the night sky .

"I love you, Nymph.
Be mine forever."

Originally posted by: MysticRiver

well written..

Originally posted by: kojagorimalik

Awesome loved it ...u know it right???

Originally posted by: krishuuu

Dyuti...dear

Awesome update...I loved it...full of love and passion...but what a horrible twist...was not expecting that...I'm sure sanky has valid reason for breaking swara's heart...curious for more...amazingly penned..

Talia