Sharon was dancing..
She was angry...furious...wretched.
She was venting out all her frustration.
Why was he late? He was supposed to be home for her birthday.
But no, swayam had been out on a dance performance for one week in delhi, and due to bad weather, his flight got cancelled. Now she would have to be content with chatting with her boyfriend on webcam.
A birthday without him was no longer happy. He was her happiness.
Of course, her father was home today especially for the occasion, like he was every year, and the gang had something special planned for her...but swayam? Even her father had mentioned him thrice through the day. He knew that his daughter was restless because her lifeline was absent...and he adored his would be son-in –law, for his manners, his respect for elders, his behaviour, swaym's complete down to earth, straight laced nature.his talent, hard work, independent struggle to be successful...his obstinacy to be recognised for nothing other than his own ability and his success in making his own credentials. His honesty and unassuming nature inspite of all the attention media showered on the most successful and youngest freestyle dancer of india...made him respect swayam shekhawat.. and he knew that this boy loved his baby girl..and would keep her happy. he was proud of her choice.he wished swayam was his own son, and both got on like father and son should.
Sharon danced, switching between forms...classical, freestyle, hip hop, contemporary,...hardly knowing what she was doing...until her asthma burdened lungs called a time out. She paused for breath.
Just then her phone rang. It was him. Did he know that she was thinking of him?
"hmmm?"she pouted. It wasn't his fault...he wanted to come here too, she reminded herself.
"i hope tumne zyada dance karke wapas inhaler use karne ke stage mein nahi ho?" he inquired
"nahi mai...wait, tumhe Kaise pata ki mai dance kar rahi thi?"
"cause my Sharon is upset because yours truly is not there, and you dance when you're upset. tandava style." Even through the phone she could hear his smirk.
"huh, itne important nahi ho tum" she went back to her diva mode ."and not tandava style, mujhe vo wala nahi aata." She admitted
"fine, yeh mr. not important wapas aake tumhe sikha dega."
"kab aoge?" she could not keep her voice from whining it out.
"shraon you know na...that i too badly want to be there, i am missing you too much...and , well, okay...why don't you open the mail i sent you."
She ran to her computer...and read her mail. The latest one was from him...sent while they were talking. It had a big heart drawn in it...with Sharon written in the centre.
"that heart is mine Sharon...and its there with you, always so you wont miss me...you know why?"
"hmm. Because it has my name written on it and its mine?" she smiled...caressing his badly drawn heart; swayam couldn't draw well using the laptop's MS paint application.
"erm...how did you know that was what i was gonna say...word perfect?" his wonder reached her from miles away.
"mr. Swayam shekhawat...akhir aapki girlfriend hu. Tum mujhe inside out padh sakte ho...toh main kya illiterate hu jo tumhe nahi padh pau?" she hurled back at him." Both laughed.
"i saw your latest dance ka video...it was fab...lekin mind you..."
"lekin mind you...tum abhi bhi Sharon raiprakash ke saath dance karne layak nahi bane ho" he completed for her,imitating her hoity toity voice, laughing. Sharon was joking, reminding them of her old diva days of ignoring him.
"vaise tum kya kar rahe the?" she purred, into the phone..."
"tumhare darvaze ke andar aa raha tha"
"what?..." Sharon gasped..
"umm...yeah i'm on your doorstep actually, will be ringing your doorbell, in a second...unless you would open the door...now?"
"swayam...you"...sharon ran down the steps...her love was at the door, waiting on her threshold. even the wind would be defeated if it dared to race her at this point.
The door burst open...and swayam stood grinning from ear to ear...as he watched the love of his life, looking as beautiful as ever...perhaps even more so, with the red face and eager gaze looking gratified to see him...the colour in her cheeks bearing testimony to how much she had waited...for him..her swayam.like she would never have her fill of seeing him.his smile warming the cockles of her heart
"ye, surprise tha, there was no flight cancellation nah?" she chided him gently
"well yeah"...he admitted."remember i asked you what gift you wanted...and you said you wanted me back soon? Well, ma'am your wish was always my command. But this surprise wala idea was actually..."
Sharon heard no more...she had been coiled up like a spring...and now she hurled herself into her fiance's arms...cuddling into his chest, and burying her whole self into his. The longing, the wait fell away...as she burrowed into the space she knew belonged to her only.
Swayam pecked her on her hair...but did not hug her back..
She drew back...a bit hurt.his eyes were big as saucers and rather endangered. "kya hua? Uff swayam...tum itne shy ho na...ihaan koi nahi dekh raha hai hume...now kiss me, to compensate, for making me wait." She demanded, clinging to him.
A lot of coughs and throat clearings... .."ahem" "cough cough"..."oh!" "errr"
Sharon peeked over sawyam's shoulder to find her team in various states of awkwardness and rey unable to keep a straight face and then glanced behind her to find her daddy looking away hiding a smile.
"it was their idea...to surprise you...especially your dad's" swayam explained to her.
"daddy? Aap ne...?"
"err ha...princess, tumhe swayam chahiye tha as a gift and sorry we forgot to wrap you up in gift paper for Sharon, beta. guys...lets go upstairs...leave them together for a bit" gautam raiprakash snickered. Now his darling daughter would be happy. She had been going about like a bear with a sore head for the week of swayam's absence.
"continue...swayam...sharon tumhe jo karne ummm bol rahi thi...continue ha"...rey chuckled, grabbing a giggling taani and herding the amused team upstairs.
Sharon hid herself in swayam's arms, feeling the much longed for arms encircling her waist. Swaym lifted her chin...and kissed her deepening blush. Then hand in hand they both went upstairs...slamming the door on our faces.😳😆
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