SWARON FF:- 'Dont you dare! Swayam Sirf Mera Hai, Sirf MERA!' - Page 6

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PRECAP

"Reynu, I'll talk to u later!" I bid goodbye, gulping the word, Sharon.

It was time, time to remember the past. Running from it was the worst idea ever, the most terrible decision I had ever taken. A thought was born:-

!You have 2 options in life: Run and allow it to hurt u

OR

Face it and let it goo...!

I pushed open the mahogany door, peeping into the past. Everything was depicted: Dance, Stories and Love..

SHIVAM'S P.O.V

Old memories gave in, each and every little thing was a rememberall, from a light golden brooch to a hidden diary, no source of information was destroyed.

'Past...Antiques...Sorrows' the 3 words glimmering as the shining lustre of a rich diamond. A promised pledge was sworn on the 18th November, this very day, this room was forbidden to enter, not even a slight touch was appreciated.

Endless months passed, this ancient oak door was never opened. A coating of unpolishedness could be seen, the atmosphere had changed, itsy-bitsy spiders crafted their own shelter, huge webs dangled by the spotless marble. Swishing my hands, absorbing moments of joy, ignoring times related to the drastic world of hell. My sharp eyes caught a beautiful - violet book, I carried it, patting dust out of that prized possession. All questions would be answered, the evidence, the key to every secret was found.

The hard cored, safety lock was broken, thoughts racing to the past. I still remembered a slight view, the urgent emergency theater - no-longer-vacant, the red, glowing light switched on, a familiar face coming across. Astonished, the poor receptionist was literally burning with fury after being asked the same loads of questions endlessly, Was that Sharon Rai Prakash by any chance?

"Whatever I do, how much ever I try, they will never leave me! Dear God, a small favour would have been heartily accepted you know." I spoke, gritting my teeth, tired of recalling those dreadful times. I fell on my knees, head facing the ground, ashamed. Facing a harsh truth, no one but me could be the reason Sharon was... was critical.

Not now, the times not right! Sharon cannot know the real her, Reyna's her new identity, she had no choice. Every situation had atleast 2 options but this one, there were none. My twins of vision rested, shutting down, completing leftovers.

Foggy trails twirled their way towards the past, a horrid reality ...

*FLASHBACK*

Days passed by, my cold-hearted revenge was fulfilled. Yet, a twinge of guilt crowded inside me, overtaking a path of glee.

Tring, tring! My brand new IPhone- 6 rang, a call waiting to be answered.

"Yep, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Shivam, I know u don't care about Sharon but.." a voice answered, startling me at once.

"Sharon? She's gotta be fine. What the hell happened? Just tell me dammit!" I cut him, loud screams of desperation replacing my cool-classy voice. There was no doubt, the whole world knew, Sharon's only enemy, rival was ME! The only person who would pleasure her agony!

Okay, okay, I agree with them but still, a demon? That wasn't me. I do care about her, I always have, hearing her wince in pain would kill me.

***

"Damn! I love Mumbai's amazing traffic so much. Its the best way to make someone wait FORCEFULLY!" I let out a loud sigh, banging my fist on the grey, leathered steering wheel.

"Honestly, instead of huge piles of corruption. Guys, SOME TRAFFIC RULES WILL BE A BIG TIME HELP, YOU KNOW!" I muttered, tired of staring at those unmoving fleet of cars.

Atlast! Finally, after a long spell of cursing and swearing, I reached the hospital.

"Sharon Rai Prakash please? " I asked a lovely young lady - the receptionist.

NOTE TO SELF:- ''' Flirting is very good for health just like yoga. '''
Come on, she's hot!

I sprinted hastily towards Sharon's wardroom, clashing into an anonymous qualified doctor on my way.

"Mr. Doc!" I yelled. Wow, mindblowing, that old idiot was totally deaf. How many times do you expect me to call you! Seriously, who made him a doctor! Wait a minute, IDEA!

My strong arms caught hold of his wrist firmly, swinging him face to face.

"Escuse me?" answered the doctor, suspiciously. Yep, now you ain't deaf, how noble.

"Hows Sharon?" I asked instead, a slight hope born beneath me.

"She's ..." he started, gathering enough courage to blurt out what went wrong.

"She's Sharon Rai Prakash, it's obvious. So?" I teased, waiting for a bit more explaination.

"You cheeky ... control! Sharon Rai Prakash has developed a memory loss, this dangerous accident is the reason she needs to change her identity, never remember, she was once Sharon Rai Prakash. Any pressure will cause death or coma and scientifically, recalling her old life again would take a lot of pressure. Not to forget, concentration. Starting fresh would be better, perhaps, she might start remembering eventually. If she does so, you can let things go in a flow but for now, let by gones be by gones." explained the doctor, my fiery emerald orbs glaring at him, that idiot cleared my doubt as if Sharon was some random chapter in history that he had just memorised a couple of days back.

"You mean Reyna. She's not Sharon anymore doc!" I demanded.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

The known-famous naughty jerk, the troublemaker was no more alive, regrets and confusions browsed his smart brain, innumerable droplets drizzled heavily from his sights.

"Shivam calm down. Everything's okay, everything's fine?!" asked someone, comforting me with her angelic shadow, engulfing me into a huge, warm hug.

"Yup girl! Now you are going back to St. Louis. I want the show up to perfection!" I commanded, mimicry done in disguise.

"Oh give me a break! Not you like Ms. Ghai now!" Sharon groaned, obviously bored of working hard.

"Are you going or not huh witch?" I ordered, glaring at her.

Bang! The noise of the mahogany door replied me. Beep! A message arrived.

"That's good. Swayam's message?" I muttered, surprised.

SHIVAM'S P.O.V. ENDS

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SHARON'S P.O.V

Wow! So the great genius ordered me to get my precious foot back to St. Louis hmmph. Es-ca-use me! I donot work here. Oh and a moment of silence is needed here, that jerk has no way spoiled or pampered me. NOT AT ALL!

"Shar, a little help right here? Please get this stuff to Swayam, they're hell important." requested Kriya, her attitudy fighter look plastered onto her soft, mesmerizing face.

"Okay!" I agreed. Perfection, perfection, perfection, ain't she so good at being perfect! Okay Reynu, I mean Sharon, enough cursing now. Get your dream world back to work. I marched, walking steadily uptill Swayam's cabin.

"SWAYAM SHEKHAWAT!! Lovely, an amazing man sleeping oh-so-peacefully and here, we are supposed to work." I muttered furiously.

His head rested on his black coloured, cabin chair, his mouth lying wide open, snores escaping. Hmm, a few seconds later, his sleepy eyes shot open, enlarging like enormous dinner plates, his carefully cropped jet black hair now dripping wet, streams of icy cold water reaching the earth.

"Swayam! Would you mind working? Kriya's orders you see?" I said, chuckling.

"What the hell!! How in the world am I wet! You freaking ... SHARON RAI PRAKASH, YOU'RE SO DEAD!" he yelled, frustrated, exiting his beauty sleep land.

"Nope! I wanna sleep!" he argued.

Urgh, this guy deserved a gold medal in laziness. Second time, yes second! This was the SECOND TIME, I've found him SLEEPING! How the heaven can Sharon fall in love with him, I have no idea! God! Okay Reyna, you can do this.

1..2..3.. Puppy face in action!

"Please Swayam! Cant you even do this much for me?" my voice changed itself, a chameleon's behavior merging with my blood, sugary sweet, soft, persuading talks flourishing, eager enough to melt any individual.

"Umm, I cant. I have to rehearse. Sorry." he rejects, tossing attitude against me.

"Swayu... Swayam please. I have to get Kriya's orders finished to perfection." I plead, dropping attitude in a trashbin.

"Can your Majnu ever reject his Siren huh?" he accepted, agreeing atlast, a humungous grin growing more second by second.

"Siren? Majnu? Who?" I whisper, racking my forgetful brains crazily, deactivating a memory loss bomb.

"Sharon, I, I mean your Majnu loves you. Don't you ever forget that!" he spoke huskily, making my delicate heart skip beats.

Wait! Gift wrap me time please, will you? I really need to breathe, my oxygen supply is reducing, my lungs not able to transfer any oxygenated blood. Did he just, just tell me those 3 magical words, did he just? Oh my God! Calm Reynu, calm. Ignore those words for now.

"Thanks. Umm I'll see you!" I say, heading briskly towards the awaiting exit.

Bang! The creamy-white door was shut, a living figure leaning by, demands for an answer arising, impatience grooving.

"Swayam!" I protest, eyeing the only barrier between me and a joyful escape.

"Shhh..." he whispers, marching soundlessly towards me, his strong arms capturing me defensively, refusing brown orbs unable to drift away. My slim body was carried effortlessly, both our eyes uninterested to leave eachother.

"Worry is faraway sweetheart, chillofy baby." he breathed, promising, rejecting to ever hurt me. My exotic scent lived happily on him, abandoning his proffessional cabin, escorting me safely till a large, noisy crowd.

That's it, a glance and he vanished, the mist swallowing his visibility.

"Was it so easy for him to say those words and leave. Was it so easy? Love is never happiness, its purely pain!" I whispered, tears threatening to walk on a ramp.

"Sharon? Babes, a century is over, you know girl, it would help me a lot more if you stop dreaming please." Kriya joked, shaking me violently, enveloping me back to thr present.

"Yes ma'am. Extremely sorry for the inconvenience." I joked back, giggling to the limit of infinite.

"Oh puhlease, now get back to work!" Kriya ordered.

Woah! Now the Kriya Ghai, KG, the fighter was back! Agreed, I gotta admit, pushing myself to enact the role of Sharon Rai Prakash actually had a special effect. Happiness shone throughout my life, experiencing the various joys of life, the memories which trusted my luscious lips a smile: friendship,love, flirting, work ...

This wasn't a task nor was it a job for me, it wad a new, beautiful life blooming into a world glooming with harshness, pain, hurt, sorrow or shall we say : ""Welcome to my world"". If, God hadn't pittied me, errors would doom a sorrowful book, the reason Shivam was bought into my life, as an angel, my guardian ...

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Update after such a long time...thank you!!!
Wonderful update Diya...loved it <3
Shivams POV...everything was awesome!!
So Shivam is the reason for Sharons accident..hmm
Love the mystery you put in this story
Chal ab jaldi jaldi update de :P

P.s- I told you u are famous for ur writing ;)

Cuteyyy...🤗

finally an update after so long

thanks Diya

so shivam is the reason for sharon's accident...right?

poor swayam
sleeping soundly nd sharon
my god
loved this part so much

update soon

amazing update...
continue soon 😳

lovelyyy part👏

finally

Hi .

Diyu

After soon long time..

So shiv am is reason for Sharon's accident..

Loved it..

Missed ur ff...

Missed u even more..

Loved Sharon kriya bits..

Love swaron also.

Jaldi next part updt kar...

with love
Putti