He woke up with the first ray of sunlight falling on his face. Reluctantly he opened his eyes and was surprised for a second why was he sleeping on a sofa until he realized what happened the previous night. He recollected the way he jumped into her bedroom and stayed here all night just to take care of her. The confusion on his face slowly faded away and a wide smile made its way as he turned to see her sleep like an innocent angel. He got up looking amusingly at her and wished her good morning in a whisper. The alarm clock at her bedside was set to 6 am and the time was 5:55 am. He immediately took hold of the clock and extended the time to 7 am as he didn't want her to get up so early. Quietly he made his way out of her room and looked out for the kitchen. Cooking for someone you love so much even though you didn't know how to cook was something which only people who are madly in love can do. Though he was damn confused as to what she would like or what she wouldn't, he finally made few things in the stipulated time and set out everything on the table. "Something is missing", he thought to himself. Just then his face lit up like a bulb and he ran into the kitchen. He took out a frying pan and an egg. He carved the omelet to a heart-shaped one and placed it on the bread. "Now everything is perfect!" He checked the time, left a note to her and made his way out of her house.
She got up at the sound of the alarm and was shocked to see that it was 7 am! Before she could react she suddenly realized that he was there with her last night, to take care of her, only to take care of her. "He might still be sleeping on the sofa", she thought and a slightly blushed at the thought. She immediately turned around to see him but he wasn't there! "Was this a dream?" she murmured. "Gosh! Now I'm imagining him in my bedroom?!" she gasped. To check if this was really her dream, she got down her bed and ran towards the sofa. She found a letter which she grabbed and started to read.
"I know you'll feel uncomfortable with my presence in your room early in the morning, so I left without informing you. I hope you're feeling better now, I know you are after all I have passed lots and lots of positive energy to you. Now get ready and have your super special breakfast. I tried making it for the first time so no complains :)" She was smiling reading the note and at the same time tears flowed down her cheeks realizing how unlucky she was to not be with him. She got ready and made her way to the breakfast table. She was amused to see so many things set out on the table. She laughed at the thought that how could he imagine that she would have all of this at one go! At the same time she appreciated his efforts and sat down to eat. Her sight fell on the heart shaped omelet. She slowly picked up the plate and adored it for some time. She didn't want to eat it. She wanted to preserve it. She wanted to preserve his love for her since she didn't know whether she would be showered with his love ever again. Happily she relished whatever he made for her and started for college.
In college everyone was super tensed as to what will happen
to them after the AVP will get to know about them performing in the IndiaFest.
Sharon reached college and as she got down her car her eyes searched for
Swayam. There he was along with the rest of the gang bullying him. She wondered
whether it was about her but on closer inspection found out it was about Ashi.
She hated the fact that Swayam was being linked to Ashi but she had no other
option. It was her illness that was making her miss the most precious thing on
earth. The entire gang was called for by the AVP. Sharon didn't concentrate on
a single thing spoken by the AVP. She was lost in her own thoughts and at times
stealing glances from Swayam.
After the boring speech, as Sharon understood, got
over all of them headed towards the rehearsal hall. "How are you feeling now
Sharon?" asked Simmi. "Yeah much better babes" answered Sharon. "This is so
good. The khadoos AVP praised us for our performance! I can't believe it Simmi",
said Rini. Only then did Sharon realize that they were not blasted but in fact
applauded for their performance in IndiaFest. Rini, Simi and Sharon hugged each
other and so did the rest of the gang. Everyone was happy! Rey started the
music player and played a medley of songs and everyone started celebrating by
dancing haphazardly. Sharon refused in the beginning but seeing everyone move
she couldn't resist. It was her passion and it was difficult for her to stay
away from it. So she joined the gang in their celebration and started dancing. She
showed off her moves while everyone were cheering, shouting and encouraging
her. Slowly everyone joined the dance floor and were grooving along with the
music. No one noticed Sharon after that except Swayam. His eyes were focused on her. He
smiled seeing her dance since this was the first thing in her that made him
fall for her and because of her he was in a stage were he could make dance his
career. His smile suddenly changed into concern when he saw Sharon trying hard
to breathe. She started coughing. She wanted to call Simmi but she was busy
enjoying and she didn't want to disturb her. She ran out from the rehearsal
hall coughing towards the class. She needed to get her bag which had the
inhaler. She had to get hold of it immediately as she would soon be out of
breath and faint anytime. She didn't want to get noticed by someone in that
stage nor did she want anybody's sympathy. She ran through the corridor.
Though
no one noticed Sharon go out from the rehearsal hall, Swayam did and he followed
her. Frantically he ran through the college corridor and heaved a sigh of relief
when he got to see her. She was coughing very badly. She almost reached the
classroom door and collapsed. She felt someone catching hold of her. Her eyes
were moist with tears and she wasn't able to see anything clearly. That someone
instantly took out something from the pocket and put it near her mouth. Sharon
grabbed it and inhaled it as if it were her life. She was now feeling better.
She was now able to breathe. Before she could look upon and thank the person
she found herself being lifted in Swayam's arms. He slowly placed her on the
chair in the classroom and knelt beside her. "Are you fine now Sharon?" he
enquired. Sharon noticed that he was trying hard to control his tears. "Swayam..
I .. I.." she tried to say something without knowing what to say. She never
expected such a situation to come across and hadn't been prepared for this. "Just
answer me Sharon! Are you fine?" he asked. This was enough for Sharon to breakdown. She started
crying. "Swayam I'm really sorry. I didn't want you to know" she sobbed taking
his hand in hers. Swayam placed his free hand on hers and was trying to calm
her down. "It's okay Sharon. I had to know it, either now or later. In fact, I
am sorry for finding out about this so late. I should have guessed it. It's my
fault. I'm really sorry" he said with tears trickling down his face. Sharon was shocked
on hearing this. This was not what she expected. She thought he would scold her
for keeping this a secret, question her about her illness but here he was
saying sorry for nothing, nothing at all. "No Swayam. It's not your fault at
all. I didn't want you to know this. I didn't want you to stop dancing for me. I
wanted you to make a career in dance which unfortunately.." sobbing "unfortunately..
I can't". "Nothing is more important for me than you Sharon. You are everything
to me. My life starts and ends with you." Sharon looked into his eyes when he
said this. His eyes were filled with love, love for her. How stupid she was to
hide such a thing from him. How did she even expect that this would stop him
from loving her! "Swayam I'm really sorry!" "You don't have to be sorry Sharon.
I told you I should have found out about this myself". "No Swayam! I'm not
feeling sorry for this but I'm sorry for stopping myself from loving you, from keeping
you away from me, for pushing you, for insulting you, for hating.. " she paused
"for trying to hate you.." Saying this she got up. She couldn't look into his
eyes anymore. She couldn't carry this guilt with her any longer. She turned
towards him. "Swayam, I like you. I like it when you look at me, I like it when
you smile at me, I like it when you talk to me, I like it when you say I love
you to me, I like it when you are concerned for me, I like it when you dance
with me." She looked at him. He was staring at her. He didn't have the
slightest idea as to what was she trying to say. "And I think.. No I'm sure
that.." she paused and moved closer to him. She wiped the tears on his face and
held his face in her hands. "I.. I love you". Swayam was stunned on hearing these
words. He hadn't expected this even in his wildest dreams. Sharon Rai Prakash
herself has acknowledged her love for him and confessed! Tears trickled down
his face. This time the tears were not of pain or hurt, but of happiness. He cupped
her face in his palms "Sharon! I love you!" and hugged her tight. She hugged
him back and held on to him as if she would never let him go. Both of them were
lost into each other. They broke the hug, looked at each other and smiled and
hugged again. "Nothing can break us apart now Sharon. Not even your illness. We'll
soon find out a solution for that and.." he broke the hug and took her hands in
his. ".. and I promise I'll never stop dancing. Dancing is not only your
passion Sharon, it is a medium through which I found you. I'll never let go of anything
that has brought you and me together!" Sharon was relieved and happy. She felt
she was the luckiest girl in the world. She found her love, she was with him,
she now has no fear of not dancing. He was there and he would set everything
right! ❤️
PS: This is my first writing on SwaRon. So comments or compliments, all are welcome! 😳
PPS: You may find a blooper in my OS. How did Swayam find out about Sharon's aasthma? Well he found the inhaler in the drawer which Sharon left open. I wanted to include this in the OS but then I was so focused on them confessing that I thought I'll mention it in this post script! 😆
Thanks for reading! 😳
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