Chapter 31

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Sharon kept twisting and turning in her bed. She had been trying to sleep since the last one hour, but sleep evaded her. Her thoughts kept reverting back to the Freshers'. The electrifying moment they shared backstage was still fresh in her mind. She could still feel the imprint of his hand on hers, as if she had been branded. But that wasn't what struck her as most extraordinary. The physical element between them was always there. She could always feel that pull towards Swayam.

What struck her as odd now was the fact that they were now bonding emotionally. They could read each other thoughts and worries as though they were written plainly on their faces. During the Freshers', Swayam had understood her fears when he saw her wringing her hands. And instead of just empty promises that nothing bad would happen, that she would make through the night unscathed; he reassured her by setting precautions in place; in case anything went wrong. Almost all of the college knew about her asthma. Even if they didn't, Simmi definitely knew. And even she hadn't spared a thought for her. And she was her best friend! The first one Sharon had confided her secret in. But he remembered.

Same was the case with Sharon. Earlier in the afternoon, she could see Swayam wavering between worry for his sister and need to keep her comfortable. But the moment she had egged him onto talking to her, she could see the clogs of his thoughts turn around in motion.

Swayam would have remembered her words. She could bet on anything that Swayam would have definitely carried out her advice. He remembered every single thing about her. He didn't need to; but still he did. Was she being fair to him then? She had gotten angry on him for silly things in the past and he never complained. How could she hold a grudge against his anger then? True, she never had any malicious intent and she actually had become friends with Kria, but Swayam didn't know that. And her never had any reason to believe otherwise. She had been nothing but selfish with him.

She held him in contempt for not believing her when she had proved through her actions that she had changed. But was one act of kindness enough to erase a million others of hurt and betrayal? When had she believed him? Her brows furrowed. Okay, maybe that was a wrong question. She had begun to rely on his judgement and discretion, but when had she openly acknowledged it? Her equation with Swayam had always been under the wraps. She had never made them public. And probably Swayam could forgive her for everything else but not for shying away from their relationship when it came to owning it on front of their friends. When she didn't accept him as her boyfriend, why ever would Swayam believe he was important enough for her to befriend Kria; someone whom she greatly detested.

Swayam was justified in being angry. Had the roles been reversed, she would probably be so mad at him, that she would never want to see his face again. Or she may have murdered him. Swayam was still being...Swayam. He was still caring, sensitive, kind and essentially the 180 degree of her. And if she wanted to be treated better, then she would have to behave with Swayam the same way. It was no longer a one-way road.

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Simmi was... bored. There was really no other expression for what she was feeling right now. A friend had called in a favor asking her to replace the DJ who had failed to turn up and left him stranded. It was a high profile party, like the many that keep happening in Mumbai, and it would put him in a very bad light if he were to throw one without any music. She had jumped at the opportunity of showcasing he Dj-ing skills but half an hour into the party, the excitement fizzled out.

She had dished out the best remixes possible and people seemed to be having fun. The operative word being seemed'. She had received a couple of requests here and there, but nobody was really enjoying. This was turning out to be just like the zillion other parties these people must have attended. And then, just as she stood there getting bored out of her mind, a sudden inspiration hit her. The idea wasn't unheard of, but was performed very rarely. A sly smile crept up her face as she remembered one held in her college long ago. She was going to begin a flash mob.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbluVhNmW98 (you have some imagining to do here ppl. Imagine the guy on the DJ console as Simmi and then when the dancing begins, imagine her to be Jenna Dewan (girl in brown dress)

It worked! More and more people kept joining in until everybody was on the floor regardless of the fact whether they could dance or not. At the end of it, everybody came over to congratulate her, both for her music and dancing skills. Her friend thanked her profusely for saving his neck and offered to get his driver to drop her home. The strange thing was, she mused all through the journey back home; she had been up churning remixes like there was no tomorrow for hours, but the excitement, fun and contentment she got from just dancing three minutes on the dance floor was beyond comparison. She knew she was a great DJ. Everybody as good as told her that tonight in many different ways. But she felt happy only on dancing. Felt at home on the dance floor. She wondered what that entailed.

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